He pinched Chen Anhao's chin, forcing her to look at him. The cloud satin flying fish suit that she had not yet changed into, and the tight gold woven sleeves were soaked with blood, which was particularly eye-catching: "You are quite courageous."
How could anyone dare to call him a "bitch"?
There were many people in the court who were dissatisfied with him, and they had to respectfully call him "Chitose-sama" in person.
This woman's mouth seemed to have been tempered with poison. It wasn't that bad, but it still made people's hairs itch, trying to make her behave and be submissive.
Tears welled up in Chen Anhao's eyes, but he refused to admit defeat: "Robbing a civilian woman on the street, how courageous is Chitose-sama?"
"Didn't you call her a castrated dog behind her back?" Mu Jingzhou sneered coldly and moved his hand from her chin to her neck.
Those clueless eyes were staring straight at her fresh and slender neck, as if with a little force of fingers, another neck could be broken.
Chen An, please answer me well. If you scold me behind your back, you can only scold him behind your back, how can you bring it to the table?
She simply said nothing and ignored him, only turning her head to look at the window of the side room.
Mu Jingzhou put his hand on her neck, pulled her in front of him, kissed her on the lips, and enjoyed the pleasure of sleeping with a woman: "I went out to the city for work today, and I happened to meet the Marquis of Chengyang in a sedan chair to pick up your husband and me.
Sweetheart."
Chen An's good intentions suddenly tightened: "What did you do to them?"
If Zhou Jingchuan had died outside, she would have become a widow early without having a son and a half in the Chengyang Marquis Mansion, and it would be difficult for her to establish a firm foothold. Her mother would have been bullied by the Chen family in the Chen family and would never see the light of day.
"Ha, I feel sorry for you, a man I haven't met before?" Mu Jingzhou mocked: "But I have heard rumors from outside and outside that if I am unhappy, I will kill anyone as casually as crushing an ant to death."
This is true.
Chen Anhao has no doubts.
As long as he is not a member of the royal family, even if he kills a Tutor or the Crown Prince of the Hou family at the feet of the Emperor, it is not a big deal and he can escape unscathed.
Zhou Jingchuan was no more than the son of the Hou family, and he did not have any title.
All he had to do was give Zhou Jingchuan a death sentence and kill him.
Chen Anhao bit her lip and was about to cry again. She lowered her head and wiped her tears. She was really frightened by Mu Jingzhou.
I shouted in my heart that I was suffering too much.
"Why are you crying again?" Mu Jingzhou frowned, her tears were flowing uncontrollably, as if they were going to flood his thousand-year-old mansion: "Why did I steal a woman like you who loves to cry?"
Mu Jingzhou opened his hands and commanded: "Undress."
Chen Anhao stood up from the bed and obediently went to undress and untie him.
The maid brought warm water for bathing. Chen An was very clumsy and it took her a long time to untie the slanted hem of his clothes. When she got to the dark waistband, she was quite embarrassed.
Before leaving the court, her mother-in-law and her husband were taken to the side courtyard of the Chen family. They saw very few men, let alone how to understand the men's clothes.
Men's belts are different from women's waistbands. She was at a loss as to what to do. Her pretty eyebrows furrowed and her face turned red.
Mu Jingzhou saw that her hands were clumsy, so he took her hand to solve it together: "Remember."
Chen An is too lazy to remember.
It’s not like he doesn’t have a maid, so why does he need her to remember it?
When she took off her clothes, it was like inner clothes. These were simple, but the further inside she got, the hotter her face became, and when her hands touched him, it felt like an electric shock.
After all, I have seen too few men and have very little experience.
Chen Anhao comforted himself secretly.
When he entered the bathtub, he pulled her in smoothly.
"Ah!" Chen Anhao, who still told himself not to be timid, exclaimed and fell into the water.
Water splashed, her clothes were soaked, and there were water drops on her face. She looked up hurriedly.
Mu Jingzhou pulled her into his arms, took his hands from the water to untie her new clothes, and his thin lips fell on her neck where his finger prints were imprinted.
Her skin was so tender that he pinched it with his fingers for just a short while, leaving a mark.
If you kiss her too hard, you will probably lose your life.
Chen Anhao's face was red, his lips were slightly parted, his slightly closed eyes were gradually becoming cloudy, and he held his hand in the water with both hands.
"Knock knock."
"Lord Chitose, someone from the Chengyang Marquis Mansion is here."