Ling Mulao looked at Nangong Yi and then at himself, and was speechless for a moment.

"What?"

Nangong Yi sat up halfway, his whole body ached after being pressed down by Ling Muchao all night.

"That's it~make love."

Ling Mulao suppressed the blush all over her body and hurriedly closed her eyes when she saw Nangong Yi sitting up naked with her strong chest sexy and attractive.

"Uh~"

Naturally, Nangong Yi couldn't understand the bird's song, but he raised his eyebrows and deliberately prolonged his tone.

"We really did it!"

Ling Mulao's eyes suddenly widened. That Yin Tao small mouth was now big enough to stuff a pumpkin.

Damn, this is really a death-defying rhythm.

Almost without thinking, he grabbed the corner of the bed with his jade hand, and an extremely sharp dagger flashed towards Nangong Yi's lower body.

"Nangong Yi, I must let you cut off your children and grandchildren!"

The knife broke through the wind and flew away as fast as an arrow leaving the string. But who was Nangong Yi? With a twist of his fingers and a move of his wrist, the dagger was easily snatched away.

Ling Mulao leaned forward, his hands empty, but he had no time to lean back, and plunged into Nangong Yi's arms again, and his chest bounced proudly.

“Good flexibility!”

Nangong Yi said something very untimely, which made Ling Mulao almost vomit blood.

"Without my permission, you are just like me~" Ling Mulao was anxious and could no longer calm down: "This is rape!"

"I am the prince. The worst I can do is take in another concubine."

A rare smile appeared on Nangong Yi's lips, and he looked sideways at Ling Muchao.

For some reason, looking at her furious look, Nangong Yi's cold heart seemed to melt. He felt as if he was standing lightly on the clouds, frightened and excited at the same time.

"unnecessary!"

Ling Mulao glared, then jumped forward and grabbed the dagger thrown aside, but this time she stabbed herself in the heart.

"what you do!"

Nangong Yi was anxious and went to stop him, but saw the corner of his opponent's lips curled up and his sword hand counterattacked.

"Hiss~"

The sharp blade was tightly held, and scarlet blood gradually flowed out from between the finger bones, splashing on the mattress, as red as enchanting cherry blossoms.

"Let go!"

Ling Mulao frowned, she didn't really want to kill him, she just wanted to teach this arrogant guy a lesson, but unexpectedly he held the blade and wouldn't let go.

Seeing the blood dripping in full bloom, my heart sank inexplicably, feeling empty, and I simply threw away my hand.

"Sure enough!"

Nangong Yi's face turned cold, and the smile in his eyes instantly dissipated, and he suddenly turned into the cold and ruthless Prince Yi again.

His whole body exuded a cold and violent aura, as if countless ice knives were piercing his heart. Ling Mulao's back stiffened and he shivered violently.

This kind of Nangong Yi was colder than any other side of him, as if he was a Rakshasa, and she had no choice but to be afraid.

"Princess, are you okay?"

Qinghua heard the movement inside the house and stood outside the curtain with her coat on.

"It's okay. There was a big mouse that disturbed my dream. I've chopped it to death with a knife. You can go back to sleep."

Ling Mulao looked angry and said coldly.

Qinghua was just wondering why there were mice in the other courtyard, but hearing that Ling Mulao seemed to be angry about getting out of bed, she stepped back happily.

"Haha ~ big mouse," Nangong Yi laughed coldly, and mocked with his eyes: "Is Miss Ling so grateful to her savior?"
Chapter completed!