King Leng's Excessive Pampering of His Wife: Wasted Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 210

"I don't know who has taken away your status and even your name. Do you still have time to worry about me?"

In the dark room, only Han Yujue's bright eyes shone exquisitely.

Her body and mind have already relaxed, and probably, she will no longer have nightmares.

What could be better than this ending?

The person who hurt her was not Murong Che.

The man who looked at her coldly, as indifferently as if he was looking at a death row prisoner, was nothing more than a replica.

Although what Murong Che said was too bizarre to be considered a complete and flawless explanation, Han Yujue still chose to believe him completely.

Hearing Han Yujue's question, Murong Che said calmly, "Fame and wealth are not as important as you. What's more... how could I just make a thief proud for a lifetime like this."

Han Yujue smiled, and was about to speak, but his blood surged up and stuck in his chest, and he couldn't help coughing.

This frightened Murong Che, he touched Han Yujue's eyes, and forced her to close them, "Don't move, don't talk, just rest well."

Han Yujue had no choice but to close his eyes obediently, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised, showing a charming smile.

She lost consciousness in hesitation, pain and loneliness, and after being awakened by a nightmare, she ushered in a gentle surprise.

The heart is full of joy, and now it is difficult to fall asleep again.

Han Yujue peeked at Murong Che through squinted eyes, and saw him leaning against the bed and closing his eyes to rest his mind, sitting in a small place, so as not to hinder Han Yujue.The faint moonlight shone on his resolute facial features, adding a bit of softness and erasing a bit of sternness.

Knowing that the appearance is exactly the same, why does Han Yujue feel that the Murong Che in front of him is ten thousand times more handsome than the Murong Che who injured her!

Murong Che sensed that Han Yujue's breathing was unstable, and closed his eyes and said, "Why aren't you sleeping? Are you still afraid of having nightmares?"

"It hurts... I can't sleep..." Han Yujue muttered.

Murong Che smiled, knowing that this was the little guy acting awkwardly.

He turned over suddenly, put his hands next to Han Yujue's cheeks, and knelt beside Han Yujue's calf, as if he was about to press up, but considering Han Yujue's injury, he still kept a subtle distance.

This distance was enough to make Han Yujue uneasy.

"I said...it hurts...what else do you want to do..."

"Pain relief."

After finishing speaking, Murong Che leaned over and kissed Han Yujue's cherry lips.

Han Yujue was unprepared, his eyes widened suddenly, following Murong Che's skillful teasing, licking and biting, a surge of enthusiasm surged into his brain, his little face turned crimson, and he couldn't help closing his eyes.

She was dazed by the kiss, as if the wound on her body really didn't hurt so much.

"Is it better?" Murong Che breathed warmly into Han Yujue's ear, very ambiguous.

"Not good...I feel like I can't sleep anymore."

Even if the pain is stopped, if he plays like this, it will make him more emotional and difficult to fall asleep...

Murong Che laughed in a low voice. When he deliberately lowered his voice to speak, his voice was even more charming, making people think about it.

"Looks like it's not enough..."

Han Yujue was a little flustered, just as he was about to protest, his lips were immediately blocked, and it was another lingering...

Suddenly, she felt Murong Che gently lift her clothes, and hastily stopped his hand, "That...I..."

Murong Che frowned, and said softly: "I want to see your wound."

"Uh... what's so good about a wound, it's nothing more than an ugly scar..."

For a woman, getting scars on her body is undoubtedly one of the most annoying things.

Although Han Yujue has always been more interested in strength and does not pay more attention to appearance than ordinary women, but she will inevitably feel conflicted in her heart.

Seeing that she didn't stop her anymore, Murong Che continued to lift off her clothes and stared at the hideous knife wound.

This knife was not done by the real Murong Che, but in his opinion, it was no different from the one he cut with his own hands.

The shocking wound made him feel like ten thousand ants were biting in his heart, wishing that this knife was cut on his body...

Murong Che's sad eyes faintly pierced Han Yujue's heart, "Don't get nervous every time something small happens to me, and blame yourself... If I can be stronger, I won't be hurt Well, it has nothing to do with you."

"You call this a trivial matter?" Murong Che pulled up Han Yujue's clothes to prevent the wound from getting cold, "No matter how strong you become, you will still let go of all your guards when you see me. How can this be?" Said it had nothing to do with me."

"Then, you want me to guard against you?" Han Yujue smiled, his eyes curved into a round of early moons, "Very good, just get out of here."

"That's right... look at yourself now, you're not even half-prepared, it makes people want to eat you..."

Murong Che gave a sinister smile, leaned over again, and kissed those rose-like delicate lips.

Han Yujue couldn't resist his siege, thinking that he was a wounded person anyway, so he could just enjoy it with peace of mind.

In the room dotted with moonlight, there are only charming voices...

early morning.

The chirping of birds on the branches awakened Han Yujue, her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and those eyes like emeralds in the dark night opened.

The tactile sensation of kissing Murong Che deeply* seemed to still be on the lips and tongue.

I only remember that she also fell asleep in a daze last night, without any dreams, only the scent of kapok on Murong Che's body.

Now, Murong Che is nowhere to be seen in the room...

boom!
A loud noise suddenly came from outside!

Then there was Zhao Sanxi's high-pitched cry: "You two masters! I beg you, don't start fighting in the villain's house!"

Han Yujue murmured inwardly that it was not good, the two men must have started fighting again after a disagreement!

Dragging her weak and sore body, she barely got out of bed, staggered, and hit the bed frame with her little head.

"Shame...shame..." Han Yujue murmured as he touched the swollen red bump on his forehead.

Although it was because she was seriously injured, she still couldn't accept such a weak self for a while.

"It's hot! It's cold!"

The double ice and fire spiritual pressure coming from outside the room was a great torture for Han Yujue at this time!

"You don't stop anymore..." Mo Qingyan's slightly anxious voice came in again, but was soon interrupted by the sound of a sword and Long Xiao.

"Unexpectedly, you still have the face to see her."

Han Yujue shuddered when he heard this icy cold sentence, as if he saw Shen Xiao who turned into a monster that day.

No...you have to stop them as soon as possible!
Holding on to the tables, chairs and wooden cabinets, Han Yujue walked out step by step with difficulty.

"I've already explained it clearly to her, there's no need to explain it to you again." Murong Che also said coldly.

"Heh... You hurt her so much, yet she is willing to listen to your explanation..."

Shen Xiao laughed a little lonely, the cold wind shattered the doors and windows in an instant!
(End of this chapter)