She was not an idiot. She had ever thought about why Nangong Young Emperor was acting abnormally. She almost thought he was treating her...
However, how could the perverted Young Emperor Nangong love someone? In his eyes, women are just physiological tools.
He just desperately wants to conquer her, including emotionally——
【One day, you will beg me for mercy and flatter me like other women, just to win my favor.】
His purpose is to live in her heart, and when she falls in love with him, he will abandon her, trample on her dignity, and make her kneel down to beg him?
She won't let him succeed!
"5,000 words, give it to me before dark."
In the evening, the sky starts to get dark.
Xia Qianchen put down her pen and wrote a long "praise" eloquently. The conditions for choosing a mate she wrote were all based on Nangong Young Emperor, magnifying his advantages and describing his shortcomings as advantages.
You can't offend him now and let him be happy to relax his vigilance so that he can carry out his escape plan.
Young Emperor Nangong glanced at him coldly, his expression calm.
"It's getting late. Are you hungry, sir? I'm going to cook."
Young Emperor Nangong folded the paper carelessly: "If I find you dare to ask for help, I will eat the plate."
After Xia Qianchen left, Emperor Nangong put the piece of paper into a book and put it on the bookshelf.
Stopping for a moment, he took off the book and put it deep in the drawer.
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Xia Qianchen was wearing an apron and wandering around the kitchen.
The chicken soup is bubbling, and the aroma wafts out, an aroma that whets your appetite.
Xia Qianchen thought about the escape plan, scooped out a little bit with a spoon and tasted it. Well, it tasted good.
I turned off the fire and was about to start the pot when suddenly a pair of hands appeared on my waist.
Xia Qianchen looked down and saw a beautiful and slender hand embracing her, with a bright emerald on her thumb.
Pure masculine aura surrounded her.
Xia Qianchen's mind buzzed: "What do you want to do? I'm cooking."
The other hand had already lifted up her skirt.
Xia Qianchen felt a chill on her buttocks and her underwear was pulled down.
She was pressed on the stove, with a large pot of chicken soup in front of her. There was no way to survive in such a situation. He was so despicable! Did he want to be here——
Ice and cool to the touch.
Xia Qianchen was startled.
Her wound was reapplied with medicine and the gauze was replaced. Young Emperor Nangong acted very gently from beginning to end, and he had already pulled up her pants before she regained consciousness.
"What are you cooking?" His sharp chin rested on her shoulder, and his indifferent voice had a hint of warmth.
"Chicken soup for colds."
"Really?" His lips were close to her earlobe, ambiguously, "Can you drink chicken soup if you have a cold?"
"Normally not, but my method is very special," Xia Qianchen said stiffly, "Today's dishes are all beneficial to your condition. I specifically asked the nutritionist, don't worry."
"Do you care about me?" Nangong Young Emperor seemed to be in a good mood and bit her earlobe, "Is it all your fault?"
"Of course." Xia Qianchen tried hard to ignore the hot breath coming from him, "Is there maybe help here?"
"I'll give it a try."
Before Xia Qianchen could react, his hand was already folded on her arm and he picked up the spoon on the pot.