The emperor's first-class concubine

Chapter 20

Damn her, what kind of evil technique is she? !

"Stop!" Mo Li's anger seemed to disappear in an instant, replaced by intertwined anxiety and concern. "You stop. I won't hit you anymore."

"Huh?" Mu Qianxue's head was full of black lines, "What are you?"

Taking a deep breath, Mo Li spoke again, "This gentleman's words are full of promises, stop quickly, your hair..."

"Uh..." Mu Qianxue looked up at the sky, "Oh, it's okay, just rest for a few days."

After hearing her explanation, Mo Li felt relieved.

Then, there was a burst of annoyance, why, why has my emotions been led away by this woman since I met that day?
"You said it, don't hit me." Mu Qianxue asked for reassurance again.

If we continue to fight, we won't be able to get it right, and we still don't know what she will become.Moreover, it is certain that it is impossible for her to settle this man.

Since he asked for peace first, it was fine.

Mo Li frowned, the feeling of being so mistrusted was not good, very bad. "I never lie."

"Okay." Mu Qianxue withdrew her hands, blinked, and everything was back to normal.

Except for the dirt pit trampled out by Mo Li, and Huoyun lying on the ground.

The pit needs people to fill it up, and the blow in Huo Yun's heart may take time to repair.

The strong pressure disappeared, Mo Li immediately withdrew his momentum, and strode towards Mu Qianxue.

Mu Qianxue took a small step back vigilantly, is his face so frightening? !

Pulling the woman into his arms, Mo Li's heart finally calmed down, and he felt a sense of fulfillment.

Mu Qianxue was quite speechless, why didn't she know when the relationship between the two of them was so good?
In the next second, Mo Li swiped with a big hand, and directly threw Mu Qianxue onto his shoulder, "Crack! Crack! Crack!" three times in succession.

It hurts, it hurts.

These three strokes really took a lot of strength.

"You liar! Didn't you say you won't hit me?" Mu Qianxue frowned immediately, beating the man's back with a pair of small hands, and kicking up and down with a pair of slender legs. "You still... how dare you..."

She was embarrassed to say the latter.

How dare this man spank her ass?Spank her ass in front of the guards?
Where is his face?Do you want more?

"Where did you get so dirty?" Mo Li's voice was triumphant, "I'm dusty all over, I'll dust it off for you."

"Mo Li!" Mu Qianxue was flustered in the wind, "You bastard, bastard!"

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, and another blow, heavier than the previous three.

"Well, it hasn't been dusted off yet."

"Ah—I'm so mad—" Mu Qianxue cried out wanting to cry.

"Do you want me to dust you off again? I have never done such a thing for others, you should cherish your blessings."

"Ah, don't—" Mu Qianxue resigned herself to hanging on the man's shoulder. "I know I'm wrong, let me down, it's so uncomfortable..."

"Oh? You know you're wrong?" A satisfied smile appeared on Mo Li's handsome face. "Tell me, what's wrong?"

"Can you let me down first?" Mu Qianxue felt all the blood rushing to her face.

Mo Li didn't answer, but walked towards his snow-white steed.

Mu Qianxue was hung there, her stomach ached from the man's shoulders, and there was a large bag on her back, and it felt like the air in her chest could not get out. "I'm going to vomit..." The soft voice was pitiful.

(End of this chapter)