The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

It's not the prince, the prince's face is warm, but the face of her subordinate is icy cold.

The window was opened, and a ray of orange light fell on him, and his icy face was not warm in the sun.

It's him!

Murong Canghai.

Her warm palm was pressed against his cheek, and he felt a soft touch, and the cold part of his heart seemed to melt a little.

There was a sudden movement in his heart, and with hope, he raised his hand to hold her palm in his big palm, and asked slowly——

"Tell me, who are you thinking about?"

Su Yueming wanted to pull his hand back, his eyes sparkled with fire, and said, "I think of many people, many, many people, prince, grandmother, eldest lady, Su Baixi, many, many."

He held her hand even tighter, pulled her into his arms with his big hand, hugged her, and said in a low and cold voice, "When you are well, I will take you around. Come on, put this bowl first." I drank the medicine."

Without any explanation, he domineeringly held her in his arms and fed her medicine.

Looking at the spoon handed to his lips, Su Yueming blushed a bit, broke free twice, and said, "I can do it myself."

"No, I want to feed you." He stubbornly asked her to open her mouth, but she had no choice but to open her lips, and the bitter medicine flowed into her throat——

"Well, bitter."

It was really bitter, so bitter that she frowned and shivered all over. She was reluctant to open her mouth for the remaining medicine, "I'll drink it later."

His eyes flashed, and a sly flame burned in his pitch-black eyes.

He raised his head, poured all the medicine in the bowl into his mouth, then lowered his head, covering her lips, and the tip of his tongue skillfully pried her lips open.

"Hmm..." Su Yueming's mind went blank for a moment, his mouth was slightly opened, and he didn't understand what he was doing until he felt a bit of bitterness again.

She pulled out her hand to push him away, but he hugged him even tighter, and fed all the medicine into her mouth, and then the lips from her mouth, little by little, like raindrops, kissed her neck , on the ears, on the cheeks, causing her whole body to tremble.

His kisses became more and more dense, and every time they fell, there were heavy marks on them, and there were a little bit of his marks on her body.

His breathing became more and more heavy and uncontrollable.

While kissing, he asked, "What do you want, you will have me in your dreams." Listen carefully, there is an imperceptible sense of loss and... longing in his voice.

She turned her head, not to look at him, she said, in this life, don't be emotional, don't talk about love, how did you come here, how did you go.

"Leave," she said, her lips visibly trembling as she spoke.

His eyes sank, and he put on that cold and frightening expression again, holding her shoulders, and said cruelly——

"Impossible, you will never be able to leave, Su Yueming can only be mine." It was obviously overbearing and unreasonable, but it sounded like a thrilling confession.

"Why!" He was so arrogant, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, she said, "You already have a princess, and the wedding robe was delivered today, and you are about to get married, you will hurt that woman's heart like this .”

Murong Canghai stroked a scar on the back of her hand and said, "It's nothing to do with her."

"But..." She wanted to say something, but suddenly his head lay on her lap.