As if he was worried that she would vomit the medicine again, the man patted her back and gently laid her down.
Qiucao, who suddenly lost her warm embrace, involuntarily moved towards the heat source. However, before she could get closer, the lips that had just retreated pressed up again. This time, what was fed into her mouth was not the bitter concoction like coptis, but the tip of her tongue.
At first, the pressure on her lips was soothing, and she gently licked her lips and tongue.
Gradually, as if he was not satisfied, he suddenly increased his strength, occupying her domineeringly, and his hot and domineering tongue invaded her mouth, forcefully, as if with deep longing, as if he was eager to confirm something very important to him.
He swept back and forth in her mouth wantonly, robbing her of the sweetness in her mouth. The force was so strong that it even hurt her lips.
This was a fierce and domineering kiss. Qiucao's whole body was so limp that she couldn't use any strength. From beginning to end, she could only lean on that person's arms and passively bear it.[
The moment the strong masculine scent and familiar taste entered her mouth, Qiucao felt that the person pressing on her lips was not Xiaohong, but the man who made her heartache unbearably.
Thinking of what he had done to her, Qiucao's heart ached, and she opened her eyes with all her strength, and sure enough she saw Mu Zhaochu, whose handsome face was slightly red.
I looked around and saw an empty bowl placed in the food basket, and a baggage with unknown contents next to the food basket.
Didn't he throw her into the dungeon? Why come here to give her medicine in a pretentious manner? Wouldn't it be better to let her die directly in prison?
Qiucao stared and stretched out her hand to push him, but her whole body was limp and she couldn't exert any strength at all. After pushing for a long time, the body pressed against her didn't move at all. Qiucao was furious and yelled angrily, but her voice was too weak to be intimidating, "You...
...Mu Zhaoxu... let go..."
As if he didn't hear her protest, Mu Zhaochu clamped her wrists with one hand and raised them above her head. The other hand climbed to her chest, pulled open the skirt of her clothes and got in, kneading the plumpness of her chest.
He doesn't want to be here...
Qiucao's eyes widened and she stared at herself. He kept violating her white neck and chest with his fiery lips. She couldn't believe that he would do such a thing to her in the dungeon.