"Let me think of another way? What's the solution?" A chill suddenly appeared in Di Shiyin's eyes: "What are you looking for?!"
"No... don't worry..." Luo Qingyu bit his lips to suppress the poison of lust and attack the brain...
She tightened her body, like a stubborn little hedgehog, and didn't want him to get close to her.
"Who cares if I don't want me to work? Qingyu, I am your husband!" Indra spoke word by word, almost gritting his teeth-
This girl was forced into this shape but didn't want him to touch her. What did she think?
Would you rather find a male prostitute than look for him?!
He simply bent down and hugged her tightly, holding her in his arms.
Holding this hot little body in your arms, it felt like he had the whole world, making him unable to let go.
"No...you are not..." Luo Qingyu forced out these words.
His arms were the only source of untied this heat, which made her almost surrender and wanted to hold this arms-
But just when it was so chaotic and uncomfortable, Yan Chi and the child named Xiao Qian actually flashed in her mind.
It seemed like a thread was pulled in my heart, and a sharp stinging pain was surging. Tears came up, and she forced them back...
Her pretty face was red, and her forehead was covered with sweat. She had already been pushed to the extreme by the poison of spring, but she refused to submit. She tightened her body, not wanting him to touch her, and was stubborn like a river clam. The clam shell was tight.
Shut up, refuse to accept him...
"Idiot, you have announced our marriage relationship yourself, why aren't it?" Di Shiyin hugged her tightly, and without saying a word, his fingers began to untidy her clothes: "Qingyu, no matter what, we are now
Couple, please help me?”
He is helping himself now just because he and her are husband and wife?
Is it because of that engagement?
Did I become his concubine or wife after I had this relationship with him?
Not sure what happened, Luo Qingyu felt like she was getting horny again, and the sore and bitter feeling in her heart was even heavier. She tried her best to pull her clothes: "No...I don't want it!"
Lust was flooding in her body, making her wish she could throw herself into this man.
But her emotions were extremely hurt, and her pride made her want to push this man away...
Two emotions tug of war in her mind, which made her scream involuntarily: "No...I don't want you..."
Indra froze, pressed his palms on both sides of her head and clenched into fists, leaning over to look at her: "Why?!"
What's wrong with this girl?
He is her husband, and she admitted that it was not natural for him to detoxify her?
Why is she so repulsive? Is she not as good as an outsider in her eyes? She is not as good as a young man?
The more Imperial fingers are tighter and tighter, and there is a lot of sadness in my heart.
"Say, why is it?!" Ice seemed to be condensed in his voice.
The sweat beads on Luo Qingyu's forehead were bursting more and more. Her little hands clenched into fists, as if she was trying hard to suppress something. She took a deep breath: "I...I don't want to be a mistress..."
Miss San is the one she hates the most, although she knows that she has fallen in love with Di Shiyin.