High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Wu Xuewei turned her face away and said nothing.

Feng Churui laughed softly, and then asked softly: "What are you afraid of me? Afraid that I will rape you again?"

Wu Xuewei trembled a few times immediately, she looked at him arrogantly, the tenacity in her eyes was so unyielding, she paused word by word: "How dare you!"

He is at her house now, not to mention whether someone will come to rescue her if she calls out, as long as she is unwilling, he is a strong woman in marriage!

"Why don't I dare?"

Feng Churui approached her, grabbed her long arm, clasped her around her waist and pressed her to him, stroked her smooth and tender face with one hand, and sprayed his breath on her face lightly. His smile was still elegant and dignified: " Don't forget, you are my wife now, and you must fulfill your wife's obligations during marriage. Xuewei, don't forget, I am also a man, and I also have physical needs. Therefore, your wife does not fulfill her obligations, Who's going to help me out? Huh?"

Wu Xuewei's face was blushing, she could barely turn her face away, her ears were burning hot, "Hand...your hand..."

In the next second, the world was spinning, and she was firmly pressed onto the imperial concubine's couch by Feng Churui. There was a soft quilt under her body, and his hard body on her body. The two extremes made her unable to resist.

Feng Churui buried his head on her shoulder and neck, and kissed her earlobe with his cool lips, "How can my hands feel it, eh? How can my hands be able to replace you."

The love affair between men and women must only be felt when the bodies of men and women are entangled together, right hand?

Heh... If he was not married, he would still use it. Now, there are delicious pastries to choose from, why would he still eat dry and tasteless biscuits?

Wu Xuewei faintly felt a change in his body, the muscles were spouting and gathering strength, her eyes were full of fear, and she pushed him helplessly: "Get up...don't...don't touch me..."

Feng Churui raised his head violently, watched her resistance to escape, and pinched her chin, "Don't touch you? Don't let me touch it, who will touch it? He Jingyan? That little lover of yours?"

Wu Xuewei's big eyes were filled with mist, and she just stared at him without saying a word.

"Say it! Is it because He Jingyan touches you that you are willing?!" He raised his voice sharply, obviously angry.

Wu Xuewei was startled by him coldly, and she shrank back even more. Feng Churui held her shoulder with one hand, and pulled her clothes with the other.

She felt the crisis and began to struggle violently. The whole person seemed to be mad to protect herself. Feng Churui was angered by her, no longer showing mercy, the strength in her hands became heavier and her movements were rough and violent.

She hadn't showered yet, and she was wearing black pants and a knitted sweater that she went out with today. He roughly pulled the knitted sweater torn, and he unbuttoned the pants and pulled the zipper, and took them off with all her might. When it reached the thighs, white skin and a pair of white panties were revealed.

On the upper body, the sweater was torn into several pieces, and the clothes were hung on the body, and the bra was pushed up by him, exposing the crisp breasts.

Wu Xuewei's eyes were red, and tears filled her eyes. Suddenly, she stopped struggling, and a teardrop slid down her cheek, dripping onto the back of his hand holding her chin.

Feng Churui's pupils tightened for a while, as if he had been stung by something on the back of his hand, he was stunned for a moment, and let go of her abruptly.