"Alas! Yan'er, what can I say to you?"

I don’t know whether to laugh or be angry!

Laughter or anger are not enough to express the gloomy feeling stuck in Mo Yuzhuang's chest. It's not anger, not sadness, no sorrow, no pain, just a touch of irony that can't be dispersed, overwhelming and filling.

It's hard to accept.

The truth is always so absurd and incomprehensible.

Pulling Leng Yuhan's body into her arms, Mo Yuzhuang bent down, lifted her up with her arms, and walked towards the bed.[

Let the woman make up for the boredom in my heart tonight! It will not count until I die!

"Yan'er, are you here to beg me?"

The clothes were removed, and Mo Yuhan's fingers brushed across Leng Yuhan's face, outlining the woman's beautiful eyebrows. He looked at her coldly, like a focused gaze in obsession, or like a frozen sense of broken danger.

, holding tightly, teasing, strangling.

"Yuzhuang, Emperor Shenglian's secret envoy, the Thirteen Shadows can't handle it, please give me some people, okay?"

Looking at Mo Yuzhuang's eyes, Leng Yuhan couldn't say he was afraid, but he felt chilled in his bones. Especially when Mo Yuzhuang said the word "begging", his hand seemed to move to his neck

time is tightening.

Leng Yuhan closed her eyes, not wanting to watch Mo Yuzhuang choke her own hatred, and quietly waited for Mo Yuzhuang's anger to come.

"Yan'er, please serve me well~"

The hand lingering on the woman's neck was slightly raised, across the woman's white collarbone, the beautifully manicured nails, extending upward along the curve of the collarbone, reaching under the woman's back, sliding along the spine to her waist, and then

He leaned forward, caressed, and entered without warning, causing Leng Yuhan to let out a trembling cry.

"Yan'er, what should I do? My heart doesn't know how to end it.

The fingertips that penetrated the woman's body showed neither wild violence nor soft comfort. They just stopped there quietly, without any ripples, and disappeared without a sound!

Any desired interest no longer exists!

Lazy, quit! Even the punishment will be omitted.

Mo Yuzhuang's words were like a heavy hammer hitting Leng Yuhan's heart, seeming to accuse her of how heartless she was, and how disappointed and sad he was.

Leng Yuhan was scared, from the bottom of his heart.

Sometimes, silence is far more unsettling than explosions.

Leng Yuhan would rather endure Mo Yuzhuang's wanton outburst of temper and willfulness than lie on the same bed with Mo Yuzhuang, but she was relatively speechless and her feelings were so fragile that they could not be redeemed.

The feeling of alienation from being in the same bed and having different dreams! Tonight, Leng Yuhan realized why the word neglect was always mentioned so many times that it was annoying.

"Yuzhuang?"

His body felt cold, Leng Yuhan leaned towards Mo Yuzhuang. Mo Yuzhuang was sleeping with his back to Leng Yuhan, his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be asleep, not resisting Leng Yuhan's closeness.[

"Yuzhuang? I'm so cold!"

No longer calling herself "I", and taking off her title of queen, Leng Yuhan acted like a little woman, putting her arms around Mo Yuzhuang's waist, pressing her tightly against Mo Yuzhuang's skin, and kissing Mo Yuzhuang's lips.

He caressed her shoulder inch by inch, trying to beg for mercy with his body, trying hard not to make his man angry.

"Nan Ming, bring in two sets of quilts!"

Mo Yuzhuang did not push Leng Yuhan's hand away, but moved her body to the side. A voice was heard, which was extremely cold! Leng Yuhan was so shocked that she grabbed the quilt and covered her body, not daring to poke her head out.

After a while, Nan Ming knocked on the door and came in. He presented two newly embroidered satin and brocade printed velvet quilts and placed them on the edge of the quilt. He looked at the man on the quilt and the woman huddled under the quilt and bowed.

quit.

"you!"

As soon as Nan Ming left, Leng Yuhan lifted the quilt, covered in sweat, and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Mo Yuzhuang glanced at the angry Leng Yuhan, sat up, put her clothes down, walked to the small hall table in the outer hall, took out a delicate little brocade box inside, opened it, and found something she didn't know, sandwiched between her index finger and

Between the middle fingers, bring it to your lips, face the candlelight on the table, take a sip, and spit it out. Suddenly, a white mist surrounds you, a coquettish breath, mixed with hazy sadness, and a heart-wrenching feeling from your bones.

Antique charm.
Chapter completed!