The two of them were like tangled vines, especially conspicuous in this place with sparse trees.
When Chuoluo arrived, Cheyue hadn't given up yet. Ting Qingyu's entire body had lost all strength, and her ears were filled with their chaotic breathing. Suddenly she heard an indifferent hum, and Cheyue reluctantly let go.
Got her.
Their faces were as red as sunset, Chuoluo looked at them coldly, the sword in his hand was still dripping with blood, their robes were messy, and their arms were still bleeding.
Ting Qingyu gasped and lowered her head, not daring to look at Chuoluo's aggressive eyes.[
"Chuoluo thought the princess had been kidnapped by an assassin, but unfortunately she didn't know that she was having fun with Master Cheyue here, and Chuoluo interrupted her." Chuoluo said coldly, turned around and left.
Ting Qingyu glared at Cheyue fiercely, and the guy smiled at her with a smile of overwhelming satisfaction. Look, this is how excited he looks after eating secretly.
"Chuoluo...your injury..."
"Princess, my injury is not worth mentioning. Please continue." The cold voice was emotionless, but it was not the evil and charming style of the past.
Ting Qingyu's face turned redder and her red lips were slightly swollen. She picked up her foot and stepped on Cheyue hard, leaving yellow footprints on his white boots.
Cheyue gasped in pain, but was not annoyed. A kick in exchange for a kiss was worth it.
"Chuoluo, no matter what I am doing, you must take care of your wounds! In fact, we are not like what you see..."
"Thank you for your concern, princess. I will understand." Chuoluo was still cold. After saying that, he strode out of the trees and disappeared from her sight.
Ting Qingyu stood there blankly, and she didn't know what kind of feeling came to her heart. Too many things happened today. When she entered the palace to meet the emperor, the emperor said incomprehensible words to her again, and the queen asked her to be careful about the emperor.
Then he was assassinated, raped, and caught for "raping". Hey, it really became as enriching as acting.
Seeing Ting Qingyu like this, Cheyue's face darkened, she snorted coldly and walked forward.
Ting Qingyu was helpless, how could there be such a noble and ever-changing male concubine? This was really painful for her. That day, she followed Che Yue for a full hour before walking through the woods to reach Changchun.