My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 152

The soft and soft thin lips carried the fragrance that belongs to women, so lightly and gently pressed on his thin lips, the temperature of the woman's lips was much higher than his, although it was just a shallow kiss like a dragonfly on water, However, Ying Yihan's brain became unable to think normally in an instant.

Born in the royal family, fought on the battlefield when he was young, and guarded the border for many years. His arrogant, free and unrestrained personality made him come into contact with men and women prematurely. It is not that he has never kissed before. What kind of women have never seen before? , charming, glamorous, cold, each time just let the body's most primitive desire to respond, to plunder, to possess.

But this time, just a simple touch made him stand there for a while, at a loss, but Leng Mei's pupils dilated, staring at the woman with scars on the left cheek in front of him without blinking.

Hua Rumo's pale cheeks were still stained with two blushes, and the clear water eyes and the clear glazed eyes reflected the flames that were instantly ignited by the man. The big hand moved down, caressed the thin and well-defined back, and slid it to the waist. With a little force, Hua Rumo felt the world turned upside down in front of her eyes, her weak and boneless body like a kite was deeply buried in the soft bedding, and her breath was full of breath. It's a fresh laundry detergent smell.

"You..." Hua Rumo exclaimed, before she could react, she was already pressed down by her tall and strong body, her small chin was clenched, her slightly parted thin lips were sealed, and all the words she wanted to say were blocked in her throat inside.

Ying Yihan stretched out his hand, with the palm facing down, secretly raising his internal strength, the originally thin white clothes were shattered into pieces in his palm, and scattered on the bed, dancing wantonly between the two of them.

Hua Rumo hugged herself with trembling hands, her fingertips sank deep into her skin, and her body couldn't stop moving back. Even in a room with a heater, the cold air was still very cold, but her fair and delicate skin was frozen for a while. A thin layer of chicken skin.

Hua Rumo struggled to resist, but a man's strength was stronger than a woman's. She was constantly pressed to the corner by him, and a masculine aura that belonged to a man wrapped her in it, and there was nowhere to hide.

"What? Regret it? Don't want to save your childhood sweetheart?" Ying Yihan recalled that her forbearance was just to save Xia Ziye, and wave after wave of overwhelming anger came to her heart.

Grinning fiercely, grabbing her wrists, her clothes were stripped off, her hands were raised above her head, her back was sunk deep in the soft quilt, the warm touch was piercingly cold, suddenly there was a convulsive spasm in her stomach, With strength from nowhere, he pushed Ying Yihan away and lay down beside the bed, vomiting out all the medicine he just drank, which wet Ying Yihan's clothes.

"Flowers are like ink! You are so courageous!" Ying Yihan's face sank, and his arms loosened, confining her in a small space, his face slightly distorted by anger.

"I don't intend to offend you, I'm really uncomfortable..." Hua Rumo raised her eyes in a panic and crashed into a pool of cold water, the contrast between softness and toughness, her little hands could not help but tighten his sleeves, she hurriedly explained.

"No offense? Or is it that this king's kiss makes you sick?" Ying Yihan pulled back the mattress with his clenched wrists, and the soft black hair ran across his neck and the back of his hands, falling like a waterfall on the white mattress , black lines on a white background, just like freehand landscape paintings with splashed ink.

The woman's delicate face was slightly pale, her clear eyes glowed red because of vomiting, the fundus of her eyes fluctuated, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, her petal-like thin lips were bitten open, the corners of her mouth were stained with blood, and her small hands wrapped tremblingly. The mattress was tight, but the arm was protecting the lower abdomen, and the cautious, gentle and slow movements fell into Ying Yihan's angry eyes, as if a trace of unbearableness flashed across the icy and snowy eyes.

Seeing her bleeding and crying, Ying Yihan's heart didn't feel any lightness and joy, on the contrary, it was stuffy, like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, it was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

The big hand that was tearing the mattress slowly tightened, and the knuckles were pale because of the forceful crackling, but they couldn't make the next move.

"Enough!" Ying Yihan hit the bed with his clenched fists, his cold and charming icy eyes were gloomy and condensed, he opened his small mouth, which was blooming like ink, and rescued the broken lips from the silvery white teeth, covering his lips. Gently wipe the corners of his mouth with his callused fingers, "I promised you to save Xia Ziye and I will definitely save it. Since you are used by me, you are mine. You are not allowed to hurt yourself without my permission..."

Hua Rumo's eyes were rippling, Qing Ling's eyes flashed a trace of guard, just now he looked like a man-eating lion, now he calmed down, his cold face was like an eternal glacier, his icy eyes narrowed and stared at Watching her like an eagle watching its prey.

(End of this chapter)