Ming Xiaochen took this opportunity to pull up the clothes he had torn away, and was trembling with fright at the violence he had just committed. Even though he was her husband, she didn't want to be possessed by him like this.
"Damn it, what's going on with you?" Han Junrong walked over, took her arm, rolled up the clothes on her arm, and saw cloth on her arm under the glowing candlelight.
It was covered with blood-red whip marks, and an urge to kill suddenly arose from the bottom of his heart.
"You don't have to worry about it." Ming Xiaochen said stubbornly as she forcefully snatched her arm back from his hand. Even if she was wronged, she would not ask for help from a beast like him.
"You are my concubine, tell me, where did these whip marks come from?" Han Junrong did not allow her to ignore his words. He reached out and clamped her shoulders severely to force her to speak, but when he saw
When a look of pain appeared on her face, it felt like a corner in her heart was broken, and he suddenly let go of his hand.
"Don't waste your efforts. You care about my life and death. I won't tell you." A sneer appeared on her stubborn face, and Ming Xiaochen's sharpness deeply stimulated Han Junrong.
This damn woman, he shouldn't have shown weakness to her at all. Han Junrong hated himself for feeling a pity for her in his heart. Damn it, how could he want to pity her? She wouldn't accompany her.
"Okay, very good. You don't have to worry about me. Don't regret it in the future." Han Junrong was really angry. He would never take the initiative to care about a woman. Today he felt pity for her because he was possessed.
Heart.
"Huh, even if I die, I won't regret it." Asking her to beg him to just dream, Ming Xiaochen raised her head and showed him her arrogance. She wanted to tell him that she, Ming Xiaochen, was no longer
In the past, Ming Xiaochen, although her body belonged to Ming Xiaochen, her soul belonged to Yun Feifei.
"You said this, huh." Han Junrong glared at her fiercely, then turned around and left without looking back.
When she heard the door being slammed hard, Ming Xiaochen breathed a sigh of relief. He was finally gone. She was really worried just now. If he really forced himself on her, she must be innocent.
No longer guaranteed.
"Empress, how are you?" After Han Junrong left, Hongtao dared to come in and see her.
"Hongtao, I'm fine. I'm really sorry for making you worry." Not only was she a useless master, but she also made her worry about her all the time. Ming Xiaochen said apologetically.
"Empress, what are you talking about? These are what a slave should do." Hongtao helped Ming Xiaochen lie down, and then helped her fix the quilt.
"It's getting late, you should go down and rest quickly." Ming Xiaochen said to her after lying down.
"Yeah, I got it." Hongtao turned around and was about to turn off the light on the table when she heard Ming Xiaochen say: "Hongtao, just leave the light on."
"Yes, please leave." Hong Tao quietly left.
The whole room returned to calm. Ming Xiaochen's fingers tugged at the quilt on her body, and a drop of crystal tears fell from her eyes. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
On the next day, Ming Xiaochen thought that Aunt Cui would definitely come to torture her early in the morning, but by the time the sun went up, there was still no sign of her.
