Once he starts, his power will be endless. He will not stop until she dies.
No! He didn't even give her a chance to die. Every time she fainted, he would wake her up.
Experiencing that kind of pain once would leave a lifelong shadow that she would never forget.
"Princess, if you don't try, how can you be sure that the prince doesn't understand gentleness?" Dingdang tidied Long Qian's clothes.
Long Qian glanced at her, pushed her hand away, and asked, "Have you tried it?"
Dingdang's face turned a little red when she looked at her so directly.
She shook her head and responded: "No."
"You don't have the experience of others, so don't pretend to be mature here! Go and prepare some washing supplies for me. I'm starved to death." Long Qian waved his hand.
"Okay." Dingdang leaned forward, turned and left.
Before leaving, she didn't forget to look back and remind her: "Princess, try it, maybe it will be different."
"The prince is your husband, and you can't let him tolerate it all the time. It's not good for his health."
"I won't say anything anymore. Princess, please think about it carefully. The prince is really very kind to you. He really cares about you, really!"
Before Long Qian got angry, Dingdang was finally willing to close the door.
Long Qian sat in front of the mirror and looked at the hickeys on her neck, her long fingers gently sliding over them.
Including the night at the base and two nights, she was able to sleep so soundly next to him.
She really couldn't remember what happened last night.
She only remembered that when she woke up, his palm was restless at all, and she didn't know if it had been on her all night.
Long Qian put his hands on the table and patted his face.
Alas! What's going on? Why can she sleep so deeply?
Was she completely defenseless against him, or was she completely defenseless against the world? What a failure!
"Princess, I'm coming in." Dingdang came in with a basin, "Princess, the prince asked you to go to the main hall to have dinner with him after you wash yourself."
When Dingdang turned around, he saw Long Qian's resentful eyes in the mirror.
She grinned, twisted away the towel and walked over.
"I heard that many people will come to greet the prince today. The princess will have to dress up later."
"Why do you want to greet him?" Long Qian held his head in his hands, disapproving.
Didn't the King of Tombs refuse people thousands of miles away? Now he actually wants to receive guests, which is really confusing.
However, I heard that the emperor will soon establish a prince, and some things may not be up to him whether he wants to or not.
"I don't know." Dingdang shook his head and came to Long Qian's side.
Long Qian sat up and raised his eyebrows: "Hurry up, I'm hungry."
"Okay, Princess." Dingdang nodded in agreement.
Less than two-quarters of an hour after they separated, Long Qian saw that figure again in the main hall.
He was dressed in dark black clothes and had a black mask. At first glance, he looked like Shura from hell.
It was obviously a spacious and bright hall, but because of him, it became a bit eerie.
Long Qian was slightly startled and continued to move forward.
Even though they slept together last night, her fear of him remained unchanged.
Chu Dongling is so unpredictable. Who knows when he will get angry? She will be beaten to death by him in a minute!
As soon as Long Qian walked up the steps, Yuntianyi walked in from the outside.
"Your Majesty." He stood in the palace and bowed his hands to the person in charge, "Han Shangshu asked to see you, should you also send him away?"
Chu Dongling closed the book and raised his head: "Han Shangshu is here alone?"
"There is one more person." Yun Tianyi handed over his hand again, "Han Zhixiang, the daughter of Han Shangshu."
