Realizing Yu Beiming's displeasure, Mrs. Huanpei had no choice but to stop the topic. She took the clean towel next to the bath and walked to Yu Beiming's side.
Mrs. Huanpei's hand was as white as jade and rested on Yu Beiming's shoulder weakly and bonelessly. The end of her hand slowly fell along the scratches on Yu Beiming's back.
She looked like she was touching Yu Beiming, but if you look closely, she was also checking the injuries on Yu Beiming's body.
"She's a virgin," Yu Beiming pushed away the fingers that were wandering around his back and said calmly.
When he kissed Mo Qinghuan for the first time, Yu Beiming had some doubts. Last night, when he took possession of her, he was truly convinced.
Mrs. Huanpei trembled, retracted her fingers, and the smile on her charming face faded: "Is Yu Pinxian's woman a virgin? Mo Qinghuan is ashamed of herself. She is the most beautiful woman in Dongling. It is impossible for Yu Pinxian to be so willing to do this.
Is there something wrong inside?"
"Don't you know the process best?" Yu Beiming said in a deep voice.
Yes, Mo Qinghuan has always been secretly watched by Mrs. Huanpei.
Yu Beiming sneered: "Since the emperor is willing to give it away, I naturally can't accept it and enjoy it. Wouldn't I be treating myself badly and letting down my beautiful lady?"
Thinking of that smooth and delicate touch, Yu Beiming couldn't help but be a little obsessed with it.
Last night, he really fell into madness. Mo Qinghuan's body seemed to have some kind of magic power. It was obviously so raw, but it was so beautiful that he couldn't help himself.
Thinking of this, I feel a heat in my stomach for no reason, damn woman!
She made him want to conquer her very much. She was obviously very scared, but she was so brave and faced everything calmly.
If the first possession was to make her comply, the subsequent requests were entirely due to his own physical desire.
Mo Qinghuan's beautiful face clearly appeared in his mind
Among the women Cheng Huan was under, no one was as close to him as she was...
Mrs. Huanpei skillfully wiped off the water droplets on Yu Beiming's body with a towel, then took off the clothes on the side to help him dress.
A tightening around his waist pulled Yu Beiming's thoughts back
"In our plan, Mo Qinghuan is a very critical link. Keep an eye on her."
"Why isn't she awake yet?" A young voice sounded a little timid.
Then came the voice of an old woman, full of majesty: "Splash it again! If you don't wake up, I'll whip you with a whip!"
"Wow!"
A basin of cold water was poured down, and Mo Xiaohuan was stung to the point of trembling.
I don’t know when my body was all wet. When I opened my eyes, I saw a circle of women surrounding me.
There are older ones, there are younger ones, and there are a few who are dressed up very beautifully.
Look at the costumes, there are stewards, palace maids, and Yu Beiming's concubines here.
Among them, the woman dressed as a concubine looks very weak and is supported by two maids.
What are they doing in the back garden?
Before Mo Xiaohuan could think about it, he was suddenly slapped hard on the face.
Mo Xiaohuan's eyes blurred, and he couldn't hold his body up, and his head hit the ground as if it were made of lead.
My face was wet. I wiped it lightly with my hand, and I saw bright red blood. The corner of my eye on the left cheek jumped and hurt.
Needless to say, the skin must have been broken, and the wound is not serious.
Mo Xiaohuan raised her head again and saw that the woman who had taken action was dressed as a servant. She was in her forties and looked arrogant. The metal ornaments on her fingers were still stained with Mo Xiaohuan's blood...
"Who are you?"
Mo Xiaohuan had never seen this woman before, and there was no one she was familiar with among this group of people.