Exorcist Princess

His embrace was so familiar and unfamiliar, as if it was about to be tightly embedded in her body, it almost made her unable to breathe.His handsome face was less than a foot away from hers, and the scorching breath was blowing on her face, she felt her heart beating like a drum, and her whole body was weak.No, you can't just indulge in his arms like this!He doesn't believe in your feelings, he has already cut off his righteousness with you, and he even tacitly allowed his subordinates to use you as a shield, how can you forgive him because of such two good words?don't want!I do not want!She wanted to break free from his embrace, but he held her tightly, and she couldn't break free no matter what. She couldn't help being angry and anxious, and couldn't help beating his chest with her small hands crazily: "Let me go, let me go!" Me, I just want to leave you, never see you again, you don't believe me at all! You want me to go, you want me to stay, you want me to stay, what do you think I am? Beckon me, wave away... ..." There were too many grievances and resentments in her heart, and they burst out at the same time.She wanted to yell again, but tears flowed out disobediently, and she was choked up and couldn't speak anymore.He only beat his chest crazily with his hands, using him as a sandbag... After all, she had the internal strength of the two masters for 20 years, and even Feng Yiying couldn't stand the beating like a storm. , he gritted his teeth, not dodging or dodging, and let her vent her anger.It was me who was sorry for her. As long as she could vent her anger and stop avoiding him, he would accept it even if she beat him with her fist or chopped him with a knife.Suddenly she was punching his freshly healed wound with several punches, Feng Yiying's expression changed, and her body trembled slightly.It hurts!Cold sweat broke out from his forehead instantly.Yi Qingchen was startled, and hurriedly stopped her hands, only to feel that her hands seemed a little sticky, her heart sank, and then she remembered the sword wound on his chest.She hurriedly raised her hand and saw that her hand was sticky and seemed to be stained with blood... Now, she was shocked.Her beating violently these few times, wouldn't it shatter his wound again? !She resisted the desire to tear off his clothes and examine his wounds, and said coldly: "It deserves it, who told you to hold me and not let go..." Feng Yiying's face became even paler, and she bent down slowly, sweating coldly. Drops fell down.