Killer Concubine: Obtaining the Emperor's Heart by Mistake

Chapter 691: Hot Spirit Grass (28)
"You're drunk, I'll help you to rest." Qian Jin broke off the hands held in Han Nanfeng's arms, and grabbed Han Nanfeng's arm with her backhand. Unexpectedly, before her arm was stretched out, Han Nanfeng fixed it again up.

"Shh... don't move, don't talk."

Han Nanfeng didn't know whether he was really drunk or fake drunk, he suddenly put his index finger on Qianjin's mouth, and the corner of his mouth pouted to signal Qianjin not to speak.

The tenderness at this moment made Qian Jin freeze in place like that, looking at Han Nanfeng with dull and greedy eyes, how she hoped that he would always be like this.

But she also knew very well in her heart that it was impossible.

"Undress."

Just as Qian Jin was staring at Han Nanfeng in a daze but obsessively, a terribly disastrous rage suddenly sounded.

Qian Jin's blurred eyes suddenly came to his senses, and he looked vigilantly at Han Nanfeng's ever-changing expression, and his hands were tightly grasping the clothes on his arms.

"Undress." The furious voice sounded again.

Qian Jin watched Han Nanfeng's face darken little by little, but she didn't reach out to take off her clothes obediently, she just felt that Han Nanfeng was drunk.

Hiss~~~ The sound of fabric breaking rang out in the silent palace. Qian Jin opened her eyes wide and looked at the fabric fluttering in the wind in Han Nanfeng's hand. It was the fabric with half of her sleeves attached to her neckline.

Cold, the coolness in the air instantly covered the white arms without any cover.

"If you don't take it off, I'll take it off for you."

Han Nanfeng didn't give Qian Jin a chance to adapt, he dropped half of the sleeve in his right hand and replaced it with his left hand that was around her slender waist, and with a flick of his left hand, he tore off the other half of the clothes.

The sound of the fabric breaking again sounded, Qian Jin only felt a burst of cold, and the hairs on his body were about to stand up.

Originally a good red dress, half of the sleeve fell off under Han Nanfeng's masterpiece, and the other sleeve was torn by him and fell to Qian Jin's waist.

Immediately, only a bright red bellyband remained on Qian Jin's entire upper body.

After Han Nanfeng tore her clothes with brute force, Qian Jin didn't even blink her eyes, she just stared fixedly at Han Nanfeng who was in a rage, whether he was drunk or crazy.

Han Nanfeng's slender and cold fingers slid up Qian Jin's waist step by step, and finally stopped when they reached the back of her cold neck.

Han Nanfeng held the knotted belt of the bellyband just like that, as long as he gently pulled the thin bellyband, it would slip off Qian Jin's body without any nostalgia.

"Why do you do this?" Qian Jin finally looked up at Han Nanfeng and said coldly.

Han Nanfeng stroked Qian Jin's glamorous face with the other hand, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up, and sneered with an extremely evil charm, "Today is our bridal chamber, shouldn't we take off our clothes, you don't know What will happen in the bridal chamber?"

After hearing Han Nanfeng's words clearly, Qian Jin's face was annoyed and ashamed. Of course she understood what Han Nanfeng wanted to do, but did he have to humiliate her like this? Without her consent and without love, why did he marry her? ?
(End of this chapter)