Chapter 442: Love is as deep as hate is as deep as it is 13
Mo Xiaohuan turned around and lay on her side facing outward. Her cleavage was more obvious this way, and her sleeping position was basically the sleeping position when she was with Yu Beiming. It was natural to sleep like this.
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Yu Beiming's black eyes narrowed slightly, anger boiling in his heart. He now loves and hates this woman. He can't touch her, nor can he move her. What should he do?
Yu Beiming approached the bed and moved her in, turned around and blew out the lamp, leaving only a candle, and lay down with his hands and clothes on.
Mo Xiaohuan rubbed herself into his arms as if she smelled a familiar smell, and didn't stop until she felt comfortable and continued to sleep.
As soon as Yu Beiming approached her, he smelled the smell of alcohol, which was neither strong nor light. He couldn't help but frown. He felt inexplicably angry towards this woman in his heart. He couldn't help the anger in his heart anymore. He turned over and covered her.
body, patting her face with one hand
Mo Xiaohuan waved away his hand that was slapping her face with one hand. She looked impatient, as if someone had disturbed her rest. She frowned and her nose moved slightly.
"Wake up," Yu Beiming called her in a low voice this time while patting her face.
Mo Xiaohuan opened her eyes in confusion when she heard the voice. Her eyes flickered, as if she saw a man pressing on her, and she couldn't help but screamed: "Ah..."
Yu Beiming quickly sealed her lips to prevent her from screaming and attracting the maid.
A familiar masculine smell entered her nose, and her consciousness became much clearer. She opened her blurred eyes and stared at the dim room, but she could clearly see the man in front of her: "Yu Beiming"
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Yu Beiming still pressed her, his dark eyes turned cold, and his thin lips curled slightly: "It seems that the princess misses the lonely king very much, so the lonely king can satisfy the princess without any difficulty!" After finishing his words,
Lower your head again to taste her taste
Mo Xiaohuan struggled, but she did not dare to use excessive force because she was pregnant, so she failed. She was cursing Yu Beiming in her heart.
Mo Xiaohuan glared at him fiercely. Yu Beiming, that bastard, was clearly the one who came to invade her, and yet he said it so grandly!
Yu Beiming tore off her clothes. Mo Xiaohuan's body was completely exposed. In the dim candlelight, her body was even more right. His lips and tongue went all the way down. When he came to the lower abdomen, he could clearly feel it.
She could not help but reach out and touch it gently. He could indeed feel the growth of the fetus. His narrow black eyes flashed slightly, the corners of his lips curled up, and he continued to move down, picking up her underpants.
"You...you can't!" Mo Xiaohuan clamped her legs and shouted in a low voice
Yu Beiming raised his head, smiled seductively at her, met her eyes again, and said, "Give you another chance, whose child is this?"
Mo Xiaohuan looked at him in surprise, but it was only for a moment. She chose to remain silent and not answer.
Yu Beiming felt angry when he saw her expression of not wanting to pay attention to her. He used moderate strength and gently slid into her body.
"Well..." Mo Xiaohuan didn't expect that he would move so quickly and enter her before she could react. She stared at him with burning eyes: "Is this all you can do? There's nothing else to do.
Oh!" Damn stinky man!
"Yes, of course there is." After saying that, he began to twitch gently: "There is also this..."
"You... shameless!" She couldn't resist him, and her body began to react: "You... um... despicable!"