My crazy concubine is super defiant

Chapter 77

"Woman, you are courting death."

He snorted.

Suddenly raised his hand.

With a sound of "呵啦", a coat on her body was torn off violently.

When meeting the looming spring, Ye Beixuan took a deep breath.

Then he wrapped his hands tightly around his wrists.

A roll of clothes in hand.

It was like a whip, and it was whipped fiercely towards her snow-white body.

Snapped!
clap clap clap!
The clothes filled with spiritual power, like a cowhide whip soaked in water, hit Murong Jiuqing one after another.

On her snow-white delicate body, several red marks were left in no time.

Murong Jiuqing bit her lower lip stubbornly, and remained silent stubbornly.

The shadow of the whip in Ye Beixuan's hand was like flying, and it lashed Murong Jiuqing's back heavily, using all his strength for each stroke.

This is simply torture!
"Ye Beixuan, let me go. I'm not your plaything to vent your anger on. This is my room. Get out."

Murong Jiuqing continued to struggle desperately, and yelled at him through gritted teeth.

The force from the big hand on the wrist was as hard as steel.

Murong Jiuqing clenched his teeth tightly, the skin on his wrist was worn out.

As she continued to struggle, blood flowed down her arm slowly.

Ye Beixuan's eyes froze.

Seeing the two glaring streaks of blood in front of her eyes, she loosened her grip on her wrist.

Murong Jiuqing took the opportunity to break free from his restraint, turned over to the corner, picked up the quilt beside him, and covered himself.

"You really are not afraid of death."

Ye Beixuan looked at her bleeding wrist, and a feeling of irritability rose in his heart for no reason.

He originally just wanted to teach her wildness.

Unexpectedly, she dared to hurt herself in front of him.

"Bring it, let me have a look."

Ye Beixuan opened his mouth coldly.

His cold eyes turned to her wrist, wanting to see the wound on her wrist.

"What do you want to do? Ye Beixuan, get out of here."

Murong Jiuqing hugged the quilt vigilantly, looked at Ye Beixuan with hostility, and coldly issued the order to evict the guest.

"Humph."

Ye Beixuan met her hostile gaze, and the irritability in his heart became stronger.

His eyes were fixed on Murong Jiuqing.

There were strands of air-conditioning flowing all over his body.

That chill showed his current mood, which was very bad.

Just when Murong Jiuqing looked at him vigilantly, thinking that he might act rashly.

Ye Beixuan suddenly moved and stood up from the bed.

Turned around without saying a word.

He strode out of the room in stride.

"Just like that... gone?"

In the darkness, Murong Jiuqing hugged the quilt nervously and waited for a long time.

When it was confirmed that Ye Beixuan had really left.

She let out a long breath of relief, and her tense back relaxed.

After relaxing, I realized that my whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and the wound on my back was burning with pain.

"Hiss... Ye Beixuan, you bastard, pervert."

Murong Jiu gasped in pain.

From the bottom of my heart, I greeted all eight generations of Ye Beixuan's ancestors.

This man came out of nowhere, and his departure was even more confusing.

"This man must be a sadist."

Murong Jiuqing gritted his teeth angrily.

When I thought about being pumped out of nowhere tonight, I felt so angry.

Enduring the severe pain in her back, she picked up her torn coat beside her.

After rummaging through it for a while, he found a bottle of wound medicine and put it on his back indiscriminately.

(End of this chapter)