Ting Qingyu tried hard to calm down. Although she felt that this body was not really hers, but... the pain, heat and cold she suffered were all felt by herself, weren't they the same as hers? She couldn't believe herself even more.
Will be killed by this man...
"Haha, sir, do you think you would touch a woman who has thousands of male concubines and has sex with different men every night?" Ting Qingyu twitched the corner of her mouth and showed a sarcastic smile.
It was okay not to smile. This smile made her face even more radiant, chic and heroic. The man was startled and his beautiful face couldn't help but feel a little gentle.
"Chang Sunyu, do you think I don't know that all your male concubines are just for show?"
"No... you are wrong. It seems that this princess also slept with Concubine Xiao Wen. If you don't mind..." [
"Shut up! If you use any more excuses, I will tear you into pieces right away!" The man suddenly roared angrily, his hands fell on Ting Qingyu's face, and he squeezed hard, causing a burst of pain from his face to Ting Qingyu's face.
of the atrium.
God, how could this man be like this?
Is this guy similar to that old guy from Prince Ming? He doesn’t like women who have been touched?
"Young Master..."
A crisp voice suddenly sounded outside the door. The man was startled, and then he suddenly jumped up from the bed. With a flick of his hand, he lowered the bed curtain and covered Ting Qingyu who was lying inside.
It's strange. Is this man afraid that other people will see her? Ting Qingyu frowned, but she also breathed a sigh of relief. It was good now. There shouldn't be anything that worries her, right?
"What's the matter?" the man asked coldly.
"Young Master, Miss Fei is here." The book boy replied calmly from outside.
"Let her in."
The door was pushed open with a creak, and the man squinted his eyes and sat on the couch on the side. The couch was as big as the bed and was covered with a dark red blanket, making it very comfortable to sit on.
As soon as the door opened, light came in, and a girl in white came in. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She had pretty features, but there was a glamor in her eyes. Her long hair was pulled into a flying bun. Although she was not wearing any headgear.