Mo Xiaohuan slowly looked away while suffocating, looking at the vicious man in front of her who was threatening her life.
She and he have completely different world views and outlook on life. Her early life and accepted ideas cannot be integrated in this country.
Youyou's voice was a little hoarse: "You, you divorced me..."
"Don't even think about it!"
Yu Beiming opened Mo Xiaohuan's throat, grabbed it with his big hand, and pulled Mo Xiaohuan back from under the bed.
His two big hands were like iron pliers, clamping down on Mo Xiaohuan's slender waist.
Regardless of her pain, such a woman does not need pity
His thick and long body was pushed straight up, no skills were needed, he just needed to relieve his anger
Mo Xiaohuan couldn't support her body and leaned back slightly. Her uncovered chest was covered with beads of sweat, which were shaken off one by one.
I don’t know how long Yu Beiming will have to punish...
His body was weak, and finally, a broken sound of pain escaped from the corners of Mo Xiaohuan's lips.
However, soon, she suppressed her voice and let Yu Beiming do his one-man show
The beautiful neck was already covered with sweat, and the long hair swayed behind her back as her body trembled. A few strands stuck to her neck, like a winding tattoo.
Yu Beiming's big hand covered half of her chest. His palm was covered with uneven calluses, which made her body tremble slightly.
Grasping tightly with his five fingers, Yu Beiming seemed to be kneading the tender pink ball. His two fingers picked up a small pink dot on the tower. After several times, he tore it apart.
"Um……"
Mo Xiaohuan's eyes were moist, and the tears that were coming back and forth in her eyes were about to fall.
Yu Beiming heard her painful moans and then stopped the torture.
"Your duty is to serve the lonely king"
A hoarse and ruthless voice floated in my ears
Mo Xiaohuan closed her eyes, and the crystal tears fell silently.
There was a sudden pain on one side of her neck, and Yu Beiming bit her ear, until he reached her lips.
His voice seemed to come from hell: "Stop disobeying the lonely king!"
Mo Xiaohuan finally calmed down his thoughts.
My body is so exhausted that my arms and legs don’t seem to be my own.
Suddenly, Mo Xiaohuan saw two iron circles on her ankles, like shackles!
What's the meaning!
Yubei Meditation locks himself in shackles?!
"Yu Beiming! Yu Beiming!" Mo Xiaohuan shouted and stood up with all his strength.
Xiaotao heard Mo Xiaohuan's cry outside the hall and ran in quickly. When she saw Mo Xiaohuan getting out of bed, she even came up to help Mo Xiaohuan in a panic.
"Miss, miss, please don't get up..." Xiao Tao said, tears rolling out again
Mo Xiaohuan just woke up and fought against the prince and saved so many people.
The prince came at midnight and left only at dawn
Xiao Tao came in and found that Mo Xiaohuan, who was in a coma, had an unusually high body temperature, and later called the doctor.
After going back and forth, Mo Xiaohuan was in a coma for two more days.
Now Mo Xiaohuan finally woke up, but she wanted to find the prince again
Xiaotao was really worried that Mo Xiaohuan would continue to fight with the prince like this...
Mo Xiaohuan panted slightly. There was no good spot on her body. The bruises and bruises were all traces left by Yu Beiming. There were also shallow teeth marks on her shoulders and chest.
Covered with a thick brocade quilt, Mo Xiaohuan still felt cold
"Xiao Tao, go and call that guy Yu Beiming." Mo Xiaohuan felt cold sweat on his forehead.
"Miss..." Xiao Tao had tears in her eyes, "The prince doesn't want you to leave, so he uses this method to keep you by his side..."