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Chapter 33: Punish you 7
He would not believe that she was nothing. If it were nothing, would she look at him with that look?
"It's really nothing..." Mo Qiqi laughed dryly, lowering her head and not daring to look at him.
If he knew what he was thinking, he would have to strangle her to death.
The bruise on her neck had just healed, and she didn't want to be pinched like that again.
No one with a cut sleeve would want others to know that he or she is a cut sleever.
What's more, he is still a prince. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if others knew about it?
Hearing this, Fengling Yexi was a little dissatisfied, and immediately stretched out his hand and pinched her chin: "I tell you to say it, so you say it!"
"Then...then if I say it, you...don't be angry..." She looked at him and hesitated.
It was he who asked her to say it, and soon he turned against her and said he would throw her into the cave of ten thousand snakes.
"When did I become so stingy?" After hearing her words, Fengling Yexi became even more dissatisfied.
Her words made him feel a little harsh. What do you mean he shouldn't be angry? When did he become so stingy?
If he was really that stingy, he wouldn't have let her go when she got ink on the desk and his white clothes just now.
"Then...then I asked..." she asked softly.
"Are you...are you a gay...that is, Duan Xiu?" She asked in a low voice, staring at his face with her eyes, looking for his expression, ready to run away if something went wrong.
"..." Upon hearing this, Fengling Yexi's face suddenly turned pale.
It turned out that this was what she had just been thinking about.
She thought he was Duan Xiu? Long Yang?
The kind of person who doesn't like women but likes men?
"Ha...Actually, I'm just saying that all the people in the palace are men, which can easily remind people of broken sleeves... You can't blame me for this." Seeing that he was about to get angry, Mo Qiqi hurriedly explained.
She knew that no one with a broken sleeve would want others to know the fact that he had a broken sleeve.
Her words did not make Fengling Yexi's complexion improve.
He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and looked at her.
Suddenly, he sneered: "I don't know if my sleeve is broken... Then, let's try it."
After saying that, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.
Mo Qiqi's head was covered, and then he seemed to push him away.
But his big hand came to the back of her head and held her down so that she could not escape.
The soft lips on his lips were a little cold, and when he touched her lips, his body was obviously a little stiff.
"Uh huh..." Let me go.
Mo Qiqi struggled dissatisfiedly, "Try? Why should I try with her?"
She doesn’t want it!!! She is a personal maid, not a maid with the same relationship, so why should she be bullied like this?
When Fengling Yexi's lips first touched Jiao.'s lips, she froze a little.
Because he had never kissed a woman like this before.
Because of her struggle, there was an opportunity for friction between the two lips, and slowly, his lips became hot.
Instinct made him no longer just satisfied with the touch of two lips, he also wanted to ask for more.
His tongue, not too overbearing, wanted to pry her lips apart.
But she gritted her teeth and refused to let him invade.
Fengling Yexi sneered, put a hand on her neck, and held it gently.