"Who are you? What's the purpose of coming to the princess's house?" Muyin pressed against his neck and was about to chop him down with all his strength, but was caught instead.
"I'm afraid you're not as strong as me, right?" There was a hint of provocation in the man's tone.
"Whether it's big or not, you'll know after a comparison." Muyin sneered, kicked him, and jumped out of bed.
Just as she was about to stretch her fists and legs, she heard someone knocking softly on the door and asking, "Miss Mu, is there something going on inside?"
Just as Muyin was about to answer, the man inside grabbed her, pressed her against the wall, and covered her mouth. At night, she couldn't see his eyes clearly, but she always felt that there was a compelling momentum, forcing her to
I don't want to do it again.
"Tell her it's okay." His voice sounded in the ears, making people irresistibly majestic.
As if by mistake, Muyin nodded, but found that there was a tremor in his heart. The man put down his hand, Muyin breathed a sigh of relief, and finally calmed down his emotions, and then replied calmly: "Nothing, just doing
I had a dream, please go down first."
"Yes." The shadow cast outside the door slowly receded, leaving the moonlight pouring from the window shining on the room. Muyin breathed a sigh of relief, but the man's movements never stopped for a moment.
"That's enough for you." Muyin said coldly.
The man suddenly forced her into a corner, and there was some urgent pleading in his tone: "Muyin... help me."
Does this person know his own name? Why is he so bold? Muyin clenched his fists and threatened again: "There are people awake outside. If you want to be called a prodigal son now, I can make it happen for you."
The man lifted up Muyin's green hair, sniffed it, and smiled frivolously: "The name of the prodigal son is quite interesting, but is Miss Muyin willing to be called a prodigal son?"
This man... Muyin almost broke his silver teeth, and in his heart he greeted all the eighteen generations of his ancestors.
"Help me..." the man said again, and suddenly pressed Muyin against the wall, looking like he was forcing himself.
Muyin hit, bit and scolded him, and grabbed his hair. The man might have been hurt, so he grabbed Muyin's hand, pressed it against the wall, and said coldly: "Don't force it.
I."
"What did I force you to do? And why should I help you?!" Muyin pushed him away, stood up straight, and looked down upon him. Damn it, the moonlight just couldn't shine on his face. Now that he has no internal strength, he can't see at all.
His face was clear, but his figure... seemed a bit familiar?
"Help me..." The man chuckled and murmured in a low voice, "Help me get rid of the fire..."
"OK!"
The man was stunned. He didn't expect Muyin to agree so readily. Although he was shocked, he lost the power to attack. He thought to himself, does Muyin really not care?
Just when he was in a trance, Muyin suddenly seemed to explode and suddenly grabbed him under his body. Before he could press back, the acupuncture points all over his body were clicked.
"You want me to help you - dream!" Muyin sneered. She was just waiting to be exhausted. By the time she still had some strength, the man would have been knocked out of his mind.
Muyin moved her body, her heart beating rapidly. Although this scene was a bit ambiguous, but...she was not shy.
She slapped the man on the face with a crisp sound: "Prodigal, dirty, despicable, shameless!"
"But Miss Mu, if you catch me now... doesn't it count as violating me?" He was beaten and scolded, but he was not angry at all. Instead, he looked at Muyin as if he was watching a good show.
Damn it, the moonlight outside was not blocked by the clouds, so she still couldn't see the man's face clearly in the darkness, but now she had tapped his acupuncture points, and she went to light the candlestick to reveal the truth.
She stood up, put on a robe to cover her body, groped for the sparks, and when she blew the room lit up, she lit the candle and walked to the bed——
