The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 107 Believe, Absolutely Innocent

Xuanyuan Mochen's coquettish phoenix eyes locked her beautiful face tightly, and there was no trace of anger in the light brown pupils. His crimson lips parted lightly, and his voice was low and charming, "This king knows your temperament, Xuanyuan Yihong will never enter you In my eyes, this king believes that the relationship between you and Xuanyuan Yihong is absolutely innocent."

Hearing this, Feng Qianya was slightly stunned, and the corners of her lips curled into a beautiful arc, "Baby, do you trust me like that? I have always acted unreasonably, what if I fall in love with Xuanyuan Yihong one day..."

Before Feng Qianya could finish speaking, Xuanyuan Mochen kissed her lips fiercely, swallowing her remaining words.

But after a while, he left her lips, a trace of anger gathered in the coquettish phoenix eyes, and the crimson lips were pursed into a stern arc, overflowing with domineering words, "Feng Qianya, you have only two choices in this life, either Fall in love with this king, or no one is allowed to fall in love."

After saying that, he lowered his head, attached her lips again, and kissed her softly, rubbing her back lightly with his big white hand, and submerging his other hand into her silky blue hair.

His kiss slid from her lips to her fair neck, from tenderness to fervor, the fiery breath spewed out from his lips, as if penetrating through her delicate skin, and spread to her whole body, every part of his A passionate kiss fell, and her body was like a calm blue wave being stirred up layer by layer, and it was like an electric current pouring in, making her body tremble involuntarily.

That special feeling made Feng Qianya frowned slightly, as if the strength in her body was being taken away little by little, she felt her body becoming softer and softer, and she slid into his arms as softly as if she had no bones.

She put her hands on his strong chest, her reason and consciousness told her that she should push him away, but she couldn't.

Her pink lips parted slightly, "Okay... okay, I can't... continue."

At this moment, her voice was hoarse and soft.

"Ya'er..." Xuanyuan Mochen's coquettish phoenix eyes were full of lust, his gaze was burning like fire, and an extremely hoarse whisper rolled out of his throat.

He couldn't help kissing her passionately, but he didn't go to the last step. This was his promise to her that he would not force her until he fell in love with her.

When he had the last shred of reason left, he let go of her, and his fiery lips left her body.

He looked down at her blushing cheeks, his eyes were still burning hot, his crimson lips parted slightly, and he spoke in a low and hoarse voice, "Feng Qianya, don't get close to me while I still have a semblance of reason." King, otherwise, I can’t guarantee that I can keep my promise.”

Hearing Xuanyuan Mochen's words, Feng Qianya regained all her sanity. She raised her pink lips, pressed them together, and pressed a kiss on his lips. She turned slightly and put on the dress on her body.

Seeing her arranging her dress, Xuanyuan Mochen was afraid that he would lose control, so he turned the armrest of the wheelchair and walked out of her room.

After putting on the dress, Feng Qianya turned around and saw that he had arrived at the door of the room. Her crescent eyebrows were raised slightly, and the corners of her lips curved beautifully.

(End of this chapter)