7. Chapter 7 Your Majesty, please respect yourself.
Just now, he really wanted to strangle her to death!
Although she didn't know what made him change his attention in the end, she knew that he was basically a man-eating wolf.
The burning feeling in his throat frightened Xia Ziluo.
It seemed that not only could she not tell Murong Xitian her true origin, but she also had to find a way to get rid of this evil spirit.
"I was injured while hunting and need to rest. Please...please leave." No matter how much she tried to pretend to be calm, her trembling shoulders still betrayed the timidity in her heart.
"Are you sure?" He saw her fear in his eyes and was surprised in his heart.
"Okay... I won't say good things twice. Well." She avoided his eagle-like eyes in embarrassment, fearing that she would be frightened to death.
"You have decided, so don't regret it!" He narrowed his eyes dangerously at her, "Since the princess has no need today, I will come back in a month."
By the time he finished speaking, Murong Xitian had left.
The left figure looked a little confused and a little embarrassed.
The room became quiet again, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the ground along the cracks in the door, making it dim.
There was a copper charcoal basin near the bed, and the charcoal fire was burning brightly, occasionally making "sizzling" sparks.
The danger was finally lifted, Xia Ziluo could no longer suppress it, and cried bitterly while holding the brocade quilt.
Tired from crying and his eyes swollen from crying, Xia Ziluo finally poked his head out of the quilt to get some air.
Looking at the empty, unfamiliar room, she felt briefly absent-minded.
How wonderful it would be if none of this happened!
She is still her, staying in a small house every day, watching movies, playing online games, drawing illustrations, and living at home without any worries for the rest of her life.
But now she has become a princess and has a husband who is more terrifying than the devil.
A moment ago, he had robbed her of her first kiss, and he had touched her all over her innocent body!
Damn that guy, she cursed him to go to the eighteenth level of hell!
Grievance, shame and anger gradually welled up in his heart. Xia Ziluo felt a sore nose and wanted to cry again.
She wants to escape. But how will she support herself after she escapes?
Besides, she looks exactly like Princess Xiao. After she escapes, the demonic man will soon catch her.
Life is precious. She doesn't want to die.
Until she has enough ability to protect herself, she can only continue to borrow the identity of Princess Xiao.
But is Princess Xiao really a good person?
Xia Ziluo thought of the other person's death-like eyes and what he said before leaving: "Since the princess has no need today, I will come back in a month."
Xia Ziluo's eyes suddenly lit up.
There seems to be something in the words!
Even though Prince Xiao and Princess Xiao's boudoir fun was unusual for ordinary people, these words didn't sound like a normal conversation between husband and wife, but rather like a conversation between enemies.
"Who is outside, come in!" If she wants to live smoothly as Princess Xiao, she must understand the relationship between Prince Xiao and the princess.
"Yeah -" The ajar door was gently pushed open, and a little maid about fourteen or fifteen years old walked out from behind the screen.
When the little maid saw Xia Ziluo, who was wrapped in a brocade quilt and looked like a cocoon on the bed, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Then, as if she had violated a huge taboo, she immediately knelt on the ground and smacked herself: "This slave deserves to die, this slave deserves to die!"
The slaps of "papa" were louder and louder than the last.
Instead of kowtow, slap your mouth instead?
She is so scary!
Xia Ziluo muttered, but he also recognized that this little maid seemed to be Xiuxiu, who was scared half to death by her.
"That's enough!" Xiuxiu is thin and small, which makes people feel distressed just by looking at her.
