Mu Youche's eyes turned coldly, thinking that the two of them were flirting, so they thought he was a dead person.
"In that case, you can leave."
Mu Youche stood up with Chu Yue in his arms and said to Leng Feiyan, "It's good to go, I won't see you off."
Wan Fangcong said: "Master Lengbao, you can leave."
Leng Feiyan could only leave temporarily. He looked at Chu Yue again. She was looking at him, but suddenly Mu Youche grabbed her head forcefully and kissed her.
He kissed her quickly and aggressively, with a demonstration.
Chu Yue was so ashamed and angry that she was trembling all over.
Leng Feiyan froze, his eyes narrowed, and murderous intent arose.
Wan Fang reminded: "Master Leng, you are not our master's opponent yet, and you are even less so now. It's better to leave. She is our real princess."
Leng Feiyan snorted and forced herself to leave.
Chu Yue was kissed so weakly by Mu Youche that his big hands ravaged her breasts roughly, forcing her to respond and pay attention.
"Mu Youche, you bastard."
Chu Yue struggled.
Mu Youche let her go and said coldly: "If you dare to escape, the Xichang army will pacify the Leng Family Fort at all costs."
Chu Yue was angry.
"You can do whatever you want."
She turned around and walked away quickly, ignoring him.
At night when he went to do business, she fell asleep alone. Late at night, nightmares struck.
His heartless eyes, ruthless hands, and the bitterest bowl of poison.
She even heard the child's cry. She yelled, shouted, and cried frantically to give her child back.
But it was still taken away.
She dreamed that he had her hung up, whipped her abdomen, and said scornfully: "I don't want this scoundrel."
The whip came down, but turned into an arrow, gouging her belly.
He is so cruel and has no mercy at all.
She almost died from the pain, but she forced herself to look into his eyes, which were as cold as ice and devoid of any emotion.
She yelled, "Mu Youche, you devil, you beast."
Physically heavy, she woke up.
Something pushed in from below.
He is violating her.
She resisted as if she suddenly collapsed, crying, slapping him, and scolding him. He just held her tightly, bowed his head in her neck and coaxed her gently. His voice was low, mellow, and extremely gentle, like a husband who loves his wife.
