After being forced to be wild with relatives, Khan pampers him every day

Chapter 134 You came to provoke me (three more)

Seeing that Yan Lie didn't speak, Zhao Xueying explained: "I originally wanted to come back early, but after eating and talking for a while, I came back late before I knew it. Did you miss me?"

Wanyanlie took Zhao Xueying's white and tender little hand, pulled her into his arms, and wrapped her around her.

Staring at her with deep tiger eyes, her pretty cheeks were slightly stern.

Zhao Xueying put her arms around his neck, parted her red lips, and said softly: "The maid said you haven't eaten yet, I asked them to prepare it for you."

Wanyanlie gave a faint "hmm".

Zhao Xueying finally realized that something was wrong with him, raised her hand to caress his chin and beautiful Adam's apple, and said with a smile, "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

Wan Yanlie stared at her and said, "No."

But he was visibly in a bad mood.

Zhao Xueying tilted her head and asked, "What's wrong with you? It feels weird."

Wanyan Lie tried his best to keep his expression relaxed, and said, "It's okay, maybe I'm tired."

"Then I'll rub it for you."

Zhao Xueying was about to stand up as she spoke.

But Wanyan Lie hugged her waist even tighter, and his face pressed tightly against her neck.

The air he exhaled was so warm that it gave goosebumps all over his body.

It was so itchy, she couldn't help shrinking her neck.

"Cher."

"Ah."

"Actually...you don't have to hide it from me."

"What, what?"

He didn't speak for a long time.

Zhao Xueying turned to look at him, only to see that his eyes were bright, but she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Why... um..."

Wanyan Lie held the back of her head and kissed her lips.

His gestures were rude and savage, with no regard for her feelings, not like a kiss, but like a punishment.

Suddenly Wanyan Lie picked her up, walked towards the bed, and put her on the bed.

Then he straightened up and pulled the clothes on his body, a button was torn off by him, revealing his solid chest.

He looked fierce and terrible.

Zhao Xueying struggled to sit up, looked at him in horror, and stepped back.

"Lie, you, what's the matter with you?"

Wan Yanlie didn't say a word, couldn't see any emotion, he grabbed her foot roughly, and dragged her back.

Zhao Xueying exclaimed.

The fear in her eyes hurt Wanyan Lie severely.

Wanyan Lie stepped forward and pressed down.

Then he started kissing her frantically and biting her.

Her lips were so sore, with a strong smell of blood.

Zhao Xueying pushed him away.

"You, don't do this, it hurts."

But Wanyan Lie still brutally kissed her cheeks, ears, neck, neck, with such force that everything she passed was burning with pain.

When his kiss was hindered, Wanyanlie raised his hand and grabbed her skirt, and pulled it violently.

The sound of cloth-silk-tearing-shredding resounded in this silent inner room.

He was so hard that it hurt her neck.

"Don't do this..."

Unwilling to listen, Wanyan Lie buried his head and kissed her frantically.

Suddenly he stopped.

There was a small scar on her chest, like a small blemish on the snow-white jade.

The wound has just healed, and the scab has come off, revealing the delicate skin.

In the end Wanyanlie didn't have the heart to continue torturing her.

Instead, he suddenly got up from the bed, picked up the clothes thrown on the ground, and put them on casually.

He carried her on his back, leaving her a cold back, and only heard him say lightly: "I have something else to do, I won't come back to sleep tonight."

Zhao Xueying closed the front of her shirt, struggled to sit up, watched him put on his clothes, and left without looking back.

Zhao Xueying bit her red lips, her eyes were shining brightly, and there were tears in them.

The servant of Qinzheng Palace was dozing off, when he suddenly saw a tall figure, he was frightened.

He hastily pulled himself together, bowed his arms respectfully and saluted: "See Khan!"

Wanyan Lie took long steps and walked into the Hall of Qinzheng with a sullen face.

The two servants raised their hands to wipe the cold sweat off their foreheads, and looked at each other.

I thought that Khan would not come back to Xueju Palace tonight, but he turned back halfway.

In the huge study room, Wanyan Lie drew out his sword and practiced it.

To be precise, he is not practicing sword, but rather venting, with vigorous strokes and fierce swords.

In the silent study room, the fierce hunting sound of Jianfeng piercing the air sounded.

After an unknown amount of time, the door creaked and was slowly pushed open.

If you dare to come in without his permission, you are courting death!

Wanyan Lie put away the sword wind, looked at it coldly, and was instantly stunned.

A delicate figure stood at the door, looking at him timidly with beautiful almond eyes, as if afraid that he would get angry.

Just now, his eyes were bloodthirsty and cold, and Zhao Xueying's heart skipped a beat in fright.

Wanyan Lie calmed down and said, "Why are you here?"

As he spoke, he picked up the scabbard on the ground, put the sword in, and hung it on the table where the sword was placed.

Turning around, she saw Zhao Xueying was wearing a large bamboo hat, holding a lunch box, still timidly standing at the door, not coming in.

Wanyan Lie walked to the desk and said calmly: "Not coming in yet."

Only then did Zhao Xueying obediently walk in, closing the door tightly from the inside out.

She walked up to Wanyan Lie with the lunch box and said, "I'll bring you a meal."

Wanyan Lie stood by the table, picked up the memorial on the table, opened it, looked down, and said calmly: "Put it there."

"Ah."

As Zhao Xueying said, she put the lunch box on the table and looked at him.

Wanyan Lie looked up at her, and said calmly: "Is there something wrong?"

His expression was indifferent, with a businesslike look.

"fine."

"Let's go."

After speaking, he continued to look down at the memorial.

Zhao Xueying looked at his extremely handsome profile, bit her lip, turned and walked towards the door.

Wanyan Lie looked up at her back, she was thin and pitiful, and he was moved with compassion and love.

Zhao Xueying stopped after walking a few steps.

Wanyan Lie hurriedly looked down at the memorial.

Zhao Xueying turned around and walked up to Wanyan Lie to stand still, her gaze firm.

Wanyan Lie was stunned: "You..."

Zhao Xueying didn't speak, but lowered her head and raised her slender hands to loosen her clothes in front of him shamelessly.

Wanyanlie looked at her indifferently.

As her clothes fell to the ground one by one, her delicate and beautiful face became more and more red.

When there was only the last piece of lotus-colored transparent gauze left, Wanyan Lie was still unorganized and hard to talk.

Just to see her distressed appearance.

Zhao Xueying bit her lip, raised her hand and untied her skirt.

Suddenly, Wanyanlie stretched out his long arms to hug her tightly in his arms, and supported the back of her head with his other hand, and suddenly held her lips.

"Well……"

After a deep kiss.

Wanyanlie's deep tiger eyes stared at Zhao Xueying.

Her watery eyes were clear and bright, hook-soul-capturing-soul.

The two are close at hand, exhaling-breathing-connecting.

Wanyan Lie's magnetic voice sounded.

"I've already avoided you. You came to provoke me. Don't regret it."

Zhao Xueying looked at him resentfully, he was the worst and worst man in the world.

Wanyanlie kissed her fragrant lips.

This time it was much gentler, slowly savoring her fragrance-scent-moving.

Zhao Xueying was kissed so softly by him that she clung to his neck weakly.

After an unknown amount of time, Wanyanlie let go of her, hugged Zhao Xueying horizontally, and stared at her tenderly and affectionately.

Like a wild beast staring at its prey with red-fruit-fruit hunger in its eyes.

Zhao Xueying was so shy that she put her head on his shoulder and said softly, "You know how to bully me."

Wanyan Lie laughed softly, kissed the top of her hair, and strode toward the back room.

(End of this chapter)