Forcing the Demon to Be Good: The Demonic Highness knocks on the door

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She struggled too hard, her back was rubbed against the rough bluestone slab, and the wound that had just healed was bleeding again...

Yue Wushang woke up like a dream, his arms finally loosened.

Looking at the blood stains under her body, he frowned slightly: "Is your injury still not healed?"

Qi Luoer desperately pushed him away, jumped up, and covered her messy clothes tightly. [

Her breathing was still a little disordered, and a heart seemed to be about to jump out of her chest.

"You...you...Yue Wushang, you bastard! I'm not your concubine Ji, I let you get whatever you want!"

Qi Luoer was so angry that his fingers trembled.

Yue Wushang took a deep breath, as if suppressing something, his eyes darkened when he heard Qi Luoer's yelling, but then he smiled slightly: "Little Baoer."

ah?Qi Luoer trembled, and looked at him in surprise, not understanding how he would call her real name at this moment.

"You... what are you yelling?"

Yue Wushang looked at her lazily: "I've decided, I'll just call you Little Bao'er, too many people call you Luo'er..."

"You..." Qi Luoer was speechless.

Forget it, it's up to him what he wants to call it, and it's fine if she doesn't agree.

"Yue Wushang, what on earth are you doing here? You know that this is Ziyunmen's territory after all, so you are not afraid of being caught in the urn?"

Yue Wushang stretched his limbs, turned over on Qi Luoer's bluestone bed, he looked like a satiated leopard, lazy and dangerous: "Catch a turtle in a urn? Little Bao'er, look what you are using Ci? Is there such a handsome and suave turtle? Well, I'm sleepy, do you want me to hug you and rest?"

"Go to hell!"

She clenched and clenched her small fists before she resisted jumping up to pinch him.

But knowing that his force value is not at the same level compared with others, he will only suffer a loss if he pounces on it.

She took a long breath and told herself desperately to calm down, calm down, and calm down again.

Hit, but can't hit.

Scolding, she is a lady, so naturally she can't scold her.