Murong Qingshuang turned her head and said, "If the prince wants to discuss this issue with me, please put on your clothes first. I don't want to talk to someone who is disheveled."
Instead, he deliberately approached her, stretched his head from behind, smiled very devilishly, and put his arm on her shoulders, "Is there any problem between you and me as husband and wife, treating each other sincerely?"
"Husband and wife..." She sneered and took away his hand.
Murong Qingshuang only married him because she didn't want to marry a fool, and he himself had always been opposed to the marriage. What kind of couple are they called?
His attitude suddenly changed, and he was trying to do something wrong again.[
"Isn't it?" After his unruly hand was taken away, he stretched it out out of habit, "Not only are they in the name of husband and wife, but they are actually husband and wife..."
Before his hand touched her, Murong Qingshuang suddenly grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
"Don't touch me!" she said every word.
Yuwen Longxiang glanced at her firm expression, which showed a kind of resistance that came completely from the heart.
"So, you have decided now and plan to resist this king to the end?"
Her words were clear, "Your Majesty, I am willing to admit defeat. If you want me to do anything, I will agree to it. Only this one."
"So, you are waiting for when you win over me, and then you can find a lover to make me happy?"
Murong Qingshuang turned her head and looked directly at him, "That will happen in the future. I don't know what I will think about in the future. If the prince has a need for women now, he can find someone else. There are so many willing people, but
Why bother to embarrass me? Anyway, as far as you are concerned...it doesn’t matter who is on the bed!"
Yuwen Longxiang glanced at her with a complicated expression, as if he also felt that he had lost interest.
After a while, he said calmly, "I disdain women who come to my door, and I don't force women who don't want to."
She didn't believe it, with a sarcastic look in her eyes.
"That day, you were not unwilling." As if he had a glimpse of what she was thinking, he pointed out directly, "It's not good to look like you have suffered a loss!"
I wanted to respond by saying, "I'm sorry, I have put the prince at a disadvantage."
However, when the words came to my lips, I felt it was inappropriate to say them again, so I didn't say anything.
