Magical Doctor Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 315 Confession to the King

Feeling his body temperature getting hotter and hotter, Mo Feixun felt a little flustered for no reason.

"Beiming Yufeng, let me go, what do you want?" Mo Feixun struggled, reaching out to pinch his hand, preventing him from clasping his waist.

He smiled wickedly: "Don't let it go, it's your honor that this king is willing to let you be on top!"

"You should leave this honor to others, I don't care about it!"

When someone heard this, his face turned cold for an instant, and the fingers around her waist moved slightly to make trouble.

Don't care about him?Who does she care about?

When getting along with him, does she still think about others?
Thinking of some things he investigated from Xuanbing Xuanhuo, Beiming Yufeng narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression was cold and dangerous.

"Mo Feixun, I heard that you have confessed to others before, do you want to explain this to me?"

As Beiming Yufeng said, he held her small waist coldly, and slowly stroked her waist with his fingertips.

The movement was obviously very gentle, but it made Mo Feixun feel a chill. The air that was still scorching just now became chilly in an instant.

"What confession?" Mo Feixun frowned slightly, with a confused look on his face.

Why didn't she know about this?
Seeing Mo Feixun's silence, Beiming Yufeng became so angry that he raised his hand and pinched her slender waist: "Just pretend, when you confessed to the second prince Beiming Tinghao was rejected, It is said that you have been crying for several days. Will you forget this?"

Hearing what Beiming Yufeng said, Mo Feixun thought hard again, and there seemed to be some sporadic memories in his mind.

Although Mo Feixun grew up as a boy, he was always a girl at heart. When the second prince Beiming Tinghao accidentally helped her, she was in love with her. Later, she plucked up the courage to confess, but she was naturally rejected.

Originally, only she and Beiming Tinghao knew about this matter, but somehow it became known to the whole city.

At that time, Mo Feixun was still the proud son of heaven, and the Mo family tried to suppress this scandal. Later, when Mo Feixun became a waste and left Beidi City, people gradually forgot about it.

In addition, the object of Mo Feixun's confession is the second prince, who is most likely to ascend the throne in the future, so naturally no one dares to discuss this matter indiscriminately.

At that time, the original owner might have been too sad and suppressed this memory. Today, if Beiming Yufeng hadn't mentioned this matter, Mo Feixun would not have known about it at all.

Mo Feixun shook his head helplessly, with an expression of indifference: "Who hasn't liked a few scumbags? It's all over. Is it interesting for you to mention these things?"

Besides, it wasn't her who confessed at the beginning.

"Mo Feixun!!!" Beiming Yufeng's handsome and unparalleled face was so gloomy that he called her name through gritted teeth, wanting to tear her to pieces.

With a movement of his tall figure, he directly pressed her under him domineeringly again, staring at her with extremely gloomy eyes.

"Why?" Mo Feixun looked at him, and his heart skipped a beat.

Beiming Yufeng stared at her exquisite eyebrows and eyes with deep eyes: "Confess your love to me, from now on, you can only confess to me alone."

"Why should I confess to you? I don't like you!" Mo Feixun frowned. Did this guy suffer from paranoia?

I still want her to confess to him, is he not sick?

"You can confess your love to Beiming Tinghao, why can't you confess to this king. Could it be that you still like him?" Beiming Yufeng's slender eyes slowly narrowed, and there was infinite love in those dark eyes. Danger.

Mo Feixun stared at him with red eyes, and suddenly his pupils dilated. He raised his hand and punched Beiming Yufeng's strong chest: "Confess your size. Good you Beiming Yufeng, how dare you investigate me?" What do you mean, do you want to die?"

"You are my king's man, so I naturally want to check it out." Beiming Yufeng said confidently.

Mo Feixun's brows frowned even tighter, and he raised his hand to hit him, but he held it tightly.

"Beiming Yufeng, you are going too far, I want... um..."

Before Mo Feixun could finish his sentence, he leaned over to kiss her, when there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Beiming Yufeng's movements paused, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Who dares to make trouble at this time?

"My lord, it's me. There's news from over there." Xuanhuo's anxious voice came from outside the door.

Beiming Yufeng's pretty brows frowned, glanced at the petite person under him, and snorted coldly: "You are lucky. If you don't confess your love next time, this king will not let you go so easily."

"..." This childish guy, why is he so worried about this matter?

Beiming Yufeng lowered his head and bit her hard, then got up quickly.

When he came to the door, he stopped suddenly, turned around and looked at Mo Feixun, raised his eyebrows: "What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and follow me!"

(End of this chapter)