Traveling through the battle with the evil emperor: the queen is too hard to pet

Chapter 235 Be a Real Queen 4
But he said mockingly: "Dare you say that there is no smell of other men left on it?"

"You are talking nonsense."

Xia Xiaowei was suddenly very weak, and she really didn't want to entangle with Bei Qinghan any longer.

Bei Qinghan refused to let her go.

Proudly said: "The remnants of flowers and willows, I want you because I flatter you."

With a crisp "pop", five red finger marks appeared on Bei Qinghan's face.

Xia Xiaowei's almond-shaped eyes widened and glared at him angrily.

She had endured him enough, how could he insult her like this?

Her self-esteem was completely trampled under his feet.

Bei Qinghan was raised by others since she was a child.

Now, he is the only one in the world, life and death are taken away, and others have to act according to his face, how can he bear this?

In a rage, without thinking, he instinctively raised his right palm high.

Xia Xiaowei looked up slightly, closed her eyes, and waited for the storm to come.

However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't get the expected slap in the face.

The bedroom was filled with silence, unusually quiet, panic-stricken.

Xia Xiaowei finally couldn't help but opened her eyes.

I saw that Bei Qinghan had put down his arms and was looking at her with a complicated expression.

On his face, the five red fingerprints were still very clear.

"Woman, you are always so stubborn, why can't you give in to me like other women?"

Bei Qinghan said angrily, turned around, and strode out of the bedroom.

Just as he was about to step out of the door of the bedroom, Bei Qinghan raised his arms and covered the fingerprints on his face with his wide cuffs.

After walking out of the main hall of Fengyi Palace, Bei Qinghan performed lightness kung fu and flew out from the wall of Fengyi Palace.

Everyone in Fengyi Palace stared wide-eyed, no one could figure out what the situation was.

Xia Xiaowei was still leaning on the pillar beside the bed, leaning her head on the pillar as well, with her head slightly tilted, looking out of the window.

From the window on this side, one could just see Bei Qinghan who had performed Qinggong passing by the window.

Others didn't know, but she could tell that the direction he was going was Wangsi Palace.

It is estimated that in his more than 20 years of life, he has never encountered such a contusion.

(End of this chapter)