Mu Wanqing's breath was suddenly cut off, and her face instantly turned red due to lack of oxygen.
Staring coldly at the irritated man in front of him, his eyes were calm and fearless, and he said provocatively: "If you have the ability, just break my neck. If you don't have the ability, don't bluff. Who are you trying to scare?! I'm very clear about admiring Mu Fan.
Let me tell you: I no longer love you at all. I have no feelings for you except disgust. Why do you have to force yourself to do something difficult?! Even if you kill all the men in the world, I, Mu Wanqing, will never look back at you again.
One glance, do you understand?!"
Hearing this, Yan Mufan raised his thick sword eyebrows dangerously: "Really?! You don't love me at all, and you don't have any feelings for me anymore?! Ha~, I really want to know, how can you forget?
I, how can I not love me!"
After speaking, before Mu Wanqing fully understood the deeper meaning of his words, he had already squatted down, picked her up, turned around and strode towards the bedroom.
When Mu Wanqing regained consciousness, she was already pressed heavily on the soft bed. She shouted angrily: "Yang Mufan, what are you doing?! Let me go! Let go..."
Yang Mufan's eyes were red, and his thin lips, which were constantly exuding a cold aura, were pressed into a straight line by him.
Locking her hands above her head, he looked down at her with sharp black eyes like a falcon: "It's best not to struggle, let alone resist, otherwise... you will be injured."
"Yang Mufan, you bastard, what do you want?! I tell you, even if you get my body, you can't get my heart." Mu Wanqing twisted her body and struggled desperately.
After hearing this, Yang Mufan had an increasingly crazier and bloodthirsty smile on his lips. He lowered his mellow voice and said warmly: "You still irritate me now?! Mu Wanqing, isn't it right if I don't do something for you?
Your sharp teeth and sharp mouth?! Don't worry, I will definitely consolidate my position in your heart very 'gently' in a while."
There was silence for three seconds, and then the sound of thin clothing being torn apart sounded loudly in the dark room.
Yang Mufan roughly pulled off her black evening dress, and Mu Wanqing's thin shoulders and beautiful collarbones were immediately exposed to the air.
Under the dim light and black dress, her delicate skin was as crystal clear as white snow.
However, all of Yang Mufan's attention fell not on her alluring skin and half-naked breasts, but on the scar on the left back of her neck.
From a distance, or casually, at first glance, it is just a beautiful three-dimensional tattoo, but if you look closely, you will see that underneath the tattoo, there are clearly twisted scars...
Admiring Fan's pure and slender fingers, he covered them and gently rubbed them with his fingertips.
When Mu Wanqing felt the warmth between him, her whole body was shocked at first, and then she broke into hysterics and roared with extreme anger: "Don't, touch, me!"
Yang Mufan didn't seem to hear her roar, but asked in a gloomy voice, "How did you get up there?!"
Mu Wanqing's chest rose and fell violently. She gasped for air and struggled with all her strength, but she still couldn't break free from his grasp. She couldn't help but get angry: "Yang Mufan, let me go, let go..."
"Who did it?!" Yang Mufan patiently asked again calmly.
