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Chapter 122: Forced to be his! (12)
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Seeing her shocking back, his heart suddenly ached.
Then a surge of anger rose from the bottom of my heart, damn woman, why didn't she say a word?
"Why should I tell you? If I tell you, will you let me go?"
Ming Xiaochen raised her face slightly and said sarcastically.
"If you tell me, I will be gentler."
Seeing the sarcastic look on her face, Han Junrong suddenly had the urge to reach out and strangle her to death. He knew that she had backbone and arrogance, but he couldn't bear to let himself suffer such torture.
"Really, I'm worried that if I tell you, I will ruin your elegance." Ming Xiaochen retorted without any appreciation at all. Damn you, she will never forgive him.
"I..." Being robbed by her, Han Junrong was suddenly speechless. He sighed secretly: "I will carry you back to your room."
"No need, I'm not without hands or feet, so there's no need to bother the Holy Master."
Ming Xiaochen said lightly.
"Damn woman, I've treated you with special favor, don't you know what's good for you."
Ming Xiaochen's stubbornness made him feel that he was losing face, and Han Junrong was a little annoyed.
"If being raped can be considered an extra favor, I'm sorry, but I would rather not do it."
Ming Xiaochen stared at him coldly. Damn you, the rapist who deserves to be killed a thousand times. He took her by force, and it was as if he was showing favor. What the hell is this? Even if he is the emperor, so what?
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"You damn woman, do you know how many women are waiting for me to favor you?"
Han Junrong was a little furious and stared at her fearless little face.
"I don't know, and I don't want to know, because I'm not interested at all."
They are them, she is her, why should she know what they think? Ming Xiaochen said with a sneer.
"Damn it, I originally wanted to pity you, but it's because you don't know what's good and what's good."
Han Junrong pushed her away violently. Ming Xiaochen was suddenly pushed away by him. His body was still unsteady for a moment and he fell hard on the carpet.
"Haha...pity...it's really ridiculous..."
Ming Xiaochen lay on the carpet and suddenly burst into laughter, clutching the towel on his body tightly with his fingers.
"you……"
Han Junrong clenched his fists and looked down at her embarrassed appearance. The anger of the two races danced in his eyes.
