Murong Jue was startled. He had not expected Qingcheng to have such a big reaction. Even the playful smile that had just appeared on his lips suddenly stopped. His eyes darkened, and he paused for a moment, regardless of Qingcheng's resistance and persistence.
He picked her up and got out of the carriage.
"Remember, you are my king's princess. From now on, you are not allowed to say 'no' to me!" Murong Jue said coldly, lowering his eyes to look at the trembling woman in his arms.
Qingcheng did not speak, the moisture in her eyes was a sign of grievance and fear. She bit her lips and turned her head sideways, not looking into his eyes at the moment, nor listening to what he just said.
If it were possible, she would never want to be his princess. If it were possible, she really hoped to use the agility skills she had learned to escape from the place where he was. If... she could...
Qingcheng was afraid of being alone with him, afraid that he would smile and stare at her darkly, and she was even more afraid that he would suddenly tear her clothes apart and take her seriously!
The shadow in her heart was engraved into her heart like a brand. She wanted to forget but couldn't forget, she wanted to escape but couldn't...
Her pursed lips finally failed to suppress the murmur in her mouth. She tensed her body and kept her eyes closed until she felt her body sinking down and being placed on a soft place, then she trembled and opened her eyes.
Opened my eyes.
Her slightly opened eyes looked at him again, hiding seven feet away, as if he was waiting for her to open her eyes.
"Are you afraid?" Murong Jue asked her in a low voice as he stood in front of the bed, his bright eyes seemed like two clusters of flames dancing. How could he not make her afraid of him?
Qingcheng lowered her head and said nothing.
Murong Jue had already lost his patience. He leaned down and got close to her, and the breath from his mouth sprayed on her delicate cheeks, bringing with it heat and... also burning pain!
"I didn't see you being so reserved when I was talking to Zhan just now, so why are you so uncomfortable when you are with my husband? Do you dislike me?" Murong Jue asked her from mild to severe, staring at her without blinking.
She refused to look up at herself, and the anger in her heart gradually grew.