The spring night is warm, but Qing Ning's heart is cold when she is soaked in cold water. Qin's mother does not understand her pain, but she is doing it for her own good. Qing Ning still remembers her words and her rough and warm hands.
"The Ninth Prince is a good man with a good temper, and he is a good person, let alone a prince. Just look at the master or other people with some wealth who don't have three wives and four concubines. He is the only one who has always been alone and has never been involved in sex.
Damn it, your temper has gotten so bad that you have no control over it. Wouldn't it be better to live a good life?"
Qing Ning thought that even if she told Qin's mother that this Ninth Prince was not what the rumors outside said, she would still tell her that it was better to marry a chicken and follow the chicken, marry a dog and follow the dog than to live step by step in the palace.
"Are you planning to get out of bed and avoid tonight?"
As soon as she heard Luo Yunchen's voice, Qing Ning covered her chest with her arms in shock. She wanted to grab the clothes on the screen, but he quickly pulled her away and threw her away.
Qing Ning was ashamed and annoyed, but she had no choice but to cover herself up. She squatted in the water, her eyes red with grievance, and she couldn't even find the voice to curse.
Luo Yunchen was determined to embarrass her. He deliberately didn't look into her eyes. He reached out and pulled her up from the water without saying a word. He hugged her and walked out.
The people in the room had already been kicked out. Luo Yunchen kicked off his shoes and fell into the quilt with Qing Ning.
Only then did she realize that the cold water she had just immersed in was actually warm, and this humiliation was the real world of ice and snow. She began to be afraid, and her body shivered. She wanted to reach out to pull the quilt but was held tightly by him.
With his wrist pressed against the top of his head, his heavy breathing came to meet him, and his kiss was cold and domineering, without a trace of warmth.
But his hand was extremely hot. She trembled and closed his hand, just to cover her ears.
His lips moved to her neck. She opened her mouth and bit her lips fiercely, but she still didn't let go even though she tasted the smell of blood.
She will definitely make him pay for all this.
The night of her bridal chamber was not filled with beautiful spring scenery and lingering love words, but her increasingly intense hatred and increasingly trembling body.
Luo Yunchen suddenly stopped all his movements. He reached out to touch the blood on her lips and smiled evilly, "Women, if you have the courage to provoke, you should have the courage to bear all the consequences. Do you only have that little courage?"