Without waiting for Xin Moer's reply, his hot lips pressed against her cold lips, and his right hand controlled the back of her head to prevent her from escaping.
His kiss was domineering and forceful, with an occasional touch of tenderness.
Xin Moer was trapped in his offensive like a helpless child.
"Don't be nervous..." Feng Qingcang whispered in her ear, "Just get used to it."
His voice seemed to soothe the depression and injustice in people's hearts. Xin Moer was obviously not confused and did not hear the meaning of his words clearly, and nodded in agreement.
Feng Qingcang's heart felt as if it was dyed with rising greenery, and she smiled unconsciously.
As they looked at me, they were intoxicated with each other in this beautiful state.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Feng Qingcang's biological mother Liu Mei, dressed in a red dress, walked in dignifiedly. No one was seen before she said, "Cang'er, your father has sent someone to take us to the palace."
Now, why don't you get up?"
Xin Mo'er was stunned for a moment, then her whole face turned red, she quickly turned her face away and shrank behind Feng Qingcang.
At this moment, the shame can be said to have been thrown into the Pacific.
However, there was no change on Feng Qingcang's face, and he looked at Liu Mei with gentle eyes, "Mom, we'll be fine in a moment."
The implication is that I am doing something right now.
Privately, Feng Qingcang always calls Liu Mei his mother, because he thinks it will be more cordial.
Liu Mei didn't seem to expect that she would break through their scene. She smiled awkwardly, lifted her clothes elegantly, and said with a smile, "You continue."
"You continue."
Then, with the most noble and peaceful posture, he turned around and gently closed the door for them again.
After closing the door, she scolded Xiao Liu who was guarding the door, "We are doing business in the house, why didn't you tell us?" In this way, wouldn't she have to disturb their good deeds?
Didn't you just rush in without asking?
The corners of Xiaoliu's eyes twitched, but he did not dare to refute even a single sentence. He said respectfully, "I know my mistake. Next time, I will inform you in advance."
"Yes." Liu Mei nodded with satisfaction, responded, and left here.
When Xin Moer heard a master and a servant outside the door, singing in harmony, she almost wanted to hit the wall.
They must have done it on purpose! They must have done it on purpose!
Feng Qingcang turned around and turned Xin Moer's face back so that she had to look directly into his eyes, "Come on, let's continue."
For a moment, a warm and ambiguous feeling spread throughout the room.
Xin Moer slapped his hand away with her hand and scolded, "Get out!" I don't have time to play with you!
It's such a shame that I've been thrown into the Pacific Ocean, and I'm still having fun.
Feng Qingcang seemed to have been severely hit. He withdrew his hand and covered his heart, "You have hurt my fragile heart. You have to be responsible for me."
It's shameful to act cute, ahhh!
This man was gloomy at one moment, and then looked like a complete bastard at another. What kind of trouble was he making?
Xin Moer really wanted to kick him out of bed, but she knew that she didn't have the ability, so she stopped her inner impulse very rationally.
He tried his best to put on a sweet smile on his face, "It's getting late outside. Are you asking everyone in the palace to wait for you?"
She doesn't want to be the center of attention, so she can hide as much as possible.
The last one to go is destined to be the center of attention.
"It's okay." Just wait, it's not like those people haven't waited before. Feng Qingcang ignored Xin Mo'er's resistance, grabbed the back of her head again, covered her lips domineeringly and tenderly, and pulled out of her mouth
She whispered three words, "You smell so good." So charming.
This time there was no tenderness as before, he was domineering, forceful and imperious, sucking her seductive red lips.
Xin Moer didn't expect that he was so thick-skinned. She didn't check anyone and was bullied by him again. She frowned and screamed, "It hurts!"
Why are you licking like a puppy?
Xin Moer is angry!
Feng Qingcang ignored him and his offensive continued unabated.
Xin Mo'er was annoyed, opened her mouth, and bit his thin lips with her proud white teeth.
Feng Qingcang had no choice but to let go of her and sighed, "Oh, of all the women in this world, I'm afraid you are the only one who doesn't know what sensationalism is."
Xin Moer glanced at him angrily, not daring to stay on the bed any longer to avoid being taken advantage of by him again. She quickly got out of bed and replied to him rudely, "Of all the men in the world, I'm afraid you are the only one."
One, kiss like a puppy!”
Little...puppy?
The black line on Feng Qingcang's forehead fell straight off, but his skills were so bad? Are you comparing him, who is worshiped as a god by everyone, to a puppy?
This metaphor is too... too inappropriate.
At the end, Xin Moer seemed to be upset and added while getting dressed, "Even dogs are better than you!"
Feng Qingcang couldn't bear it any longer, and her eyes were filled with starry coldness, "Can you say it again?"
Xin Moer swallowed her saliva and bravely repeated, "Even dogs are better than you!"
Suddenly, Feng Qingcang put away the gloomy look on his face and chuckled, "Can a dog give you sexual happiness? I don't know who did it to me that night."
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A man who deserves a beating! I won’t pick up any pot!
Xin Mo'er didn't argue with him. She had already deeply experienced the power of his words. If she continued to talk, she would be half angry to death. After lazily washing up, Feng Qingcang had already finished dressing and washing up.
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Feng Qingcang made some gestures on Xin Mo'er, nodded, and ordered Xiao Liu who was waiting outside the door, "Ask Lan Yin to bring Mo'er's clothes."
After Xiaoliu responded, Lanyin walked in soon, holding a brand new set of bud-colored clothes, "Master, the clothes are here."
After returning to Nanzhao Kingdom, Lan Yin changed her tune and no longer called Xin Moer the princess, but instead called her master.
But everyone else in Prince Xu's palace was the same as her, they all changed their tune and called Xin Moer their master.
It was just a title, so Xin Moer didn't care.
Xin Moer shook off his clothes. This outfit was not very complicated. At first glance, Xin Moer felt that it was very wide and very big.
But there is no long hem that touches the ground, and the skirt is flush with the upper.
"Is this what I'm wearing?" Xin Mo'er raised her eyebrows. It's obviously a few sizes too big, okay?
Feng Qingcang sat aside calmly and tasted the fragrance of the tea, with a faint smile always hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Lan Yin secretly glanced at Feng Qingcang, and seeing that he didn't intend to speak, she could only bite the bullet and said, "The prince said that these clothes are comfortable to wear..."
Xin Moer pouted. This is not a question of comfort. This outfit looks like a modern version of maternity wear, right?
There are no decorative items at all on the waist, and there is no waist-shrinking version at all. Wouldn’t it look like a waist when you put it on?
"Change another set." Xin Moer threw the clothes on the bed and said dissatisfied.
Lan Yin sighed bitterly in her heart and looked at Feng Qingcang. He seemed to have no intention of speaking at all. He could only say, "Master, this set of clothes was specially prepared for you by the prince."