Hou Men's Pampering: Splendid Little Doctor Girl

Chapter 387
One leaned over to grab her, and Rong Qiao used his force to pull her arm away from Gong Huangjue's hand the moment she turned over. escaped from his hands, which surprised him slightly.

At the same time as he was surprised, his body reacted. Originally, his head was still spinning rapidly, but seeing him jumping up and using a trick of Qianlong to make a detour, he intercepted Rong Qiao's whereabouts, and then his figure changed endlessly, overlapping shadows However, she couldn't see the real person's position clearly, and the moment Rong Qiao was slightly confused, she fell into Gong Huangjue's hands again.

"You—" Seeing her arm clasped in his palm again, Rong Qiao's cheeks blushed involuntarily, she raised her eyes, and twisted his eyes hard.

"Gong Huangjue, what exactly do you want?" She was furious.

He looked at her coldly, and spit out each word from his lips as cold as ice.

"This sentence should be asked by the king. Seventeen, where do you put this king? What exactly do you want?"

Rong Qiao's eyebrows frowned, and she muttered suspiciously: "Gong Huangjue, your words are inexplicable, and this girl can't understand. Let me go, if you don't let me go, I won't be polite to you."

She couldn't beat him and couldn't escape, she was really unlucky.

Gong Huangjue approached her eyebrows.

"Seventeen, you know it clearly, but why are you pretending to be confused." He looked down at her, breathing on her face.

"You have always known that you are so smart and perceptive, how could you not know what my king thinks of you?"

The last layer of window paper was also torn.

Faced with Gong Huangjue's persecution, Rong Qiao no longer had the cloak of self-deception.He was so close to her, the faint scent of pine nuts from his body floated in her breath, his eyes were so bright, like the bright moon in the deep pool, bright and clear.

His meaning is so obvious, the corresponding emotion deep in the soul bursts out of his eyes, there is no need to even cover up, it is so obvious, so shining.

Her heart felt as if it had been punched hard by a hammer, causing it to ache. Her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground by iron nails, unable to move.

"Seventeen." His brows and eyes are like the moon, so warm, the dew in those eyes almost drips into hers.

He called her tenderly, lowered his eyebrows, the perfect lip line curved gently, towards her red lips, slowly approaching, approaching——

She was almost indulging in this tenderness, in the boundless ocean, and the warm wind brought by the ocean made her feel like a spring breeze in her heart.

However, just after the spring breeze passed, a huge sound of sea waves woke her up from a momentary confusion.

That bright and cold dagger, that indifferent look in her eyes, that red blood blooming on her heart changed her memory one by one, causing her to stretch out her hands in vain and push her away fiercely. Gong Huangjue.

bump--

Gong Huangjue, who was defenseless, hit the hard ground and tasted what it was like to fall from the clouds to hell.

"I, I—" Rong Qiao didn't think of hurting Gong Huangjue, but now she pushed her lightly, but it obviously hurt his self-esteem.

She saw the traces of injury flashing across his eyes, watched him slowly get up from the dust, and watched him walk in front of her step by step.

But at this time, she didn't choose to run away, didn't want to escape from his side, and didn't know how dangerous he was at the moment.

She offended him, seeing his dark pupils shrinking constantly, but she didn't leave, just stood there quietly, with water in her eyes.

"You, are you okay?" She asked with difficulty.

He smiled coldly and sullenly.The gentle gleam in her eyes completely disappeared with her push just now.He seemed to be back in the past, even deeper and colder than before.

She could hardly see any light in his eyes, only endless blackness, impenetrable blackness.

"Cold-faced man—" She became awkward and uncomfortable with Gong Huangjue in front of her.She really wanted him to change back to the original Gong Huangjue, but, in such a split second, it seemed impossible to go back.

He clasped her chin indifferently, with a cruel smile floating on the corners of his cold lips.

"Seventeen, this king is stupid. Your place—" His clean and long fingers touched her heart.

"Your heart won't beat for this king. Just move a little bit, and you will shrink back into your shell like a thousand-year-old tortoise, and you will never come out again."

He picked up a strand of her blue hair, and a faint smile passed over the corner of his eyes.

"However, you will always be this king's seventeenth concubine, and you will not be able to escape from the ends of the earth. This king doesn't believe that, this king traps you, this king prohibits you, and I don't believe that one day you won't be able to heat up your place. "The looting gaze that he was bound to win lightly swept over Rong Qiao's face.

Rong Qiao's face paled slightly, and she said with a trembling voice: "Cold-faced man, you can't do this, you can't." He meant to trap her in a golden cage, and never allow her to breathe freely. air?

don't want--

she doesn't want to-

She struggled and shouted in her heart, and kept shaking her head towards Gong Huangjue.

"Fuck you can't, fuck you can't do this. Seventeen, this king has endured you for long enough, and I will never tolerate you again. You have your own ideas, and this king also has my own ideas." , from now on, this king is your heaven, your body, your heart, you will not allow any shadow of a man, otherwise, this king will kill whoever he sees, and he would rather bear the world than let the world One bears me alone."

However, Gong Huangjue regained Shura's aura. The black wings behind the man who had lightened Shura's wings became more and more intense now.

Rong Qiao wanted to run away, but she couldn't escape from his grasp. His martial arts were so unpredictable that she was no match for him.But faced with the freedom of her life, she had to fight.

Even if she died in his hands, she still had to fight.

However, how could Gong Huangjue have the chance to let her fight to the death, how could he let Rong Qiao die in his hands, he wouldn't, he wanted Rong Qiao to live well and live by his side.

As long as she is by his side, he no longer expects her fiery heart.

He, Gong Huangjue, should have understood earlier that what he wanted was never given to him by God, so if he wanted it, he could only plunder it by himself, and if he wanted it, he could only fight for it by himself.

Therefore, Rong Qiao had no chance to fight him at all, so she lost her battlefield and everything she had.Gong Huangjue lightly moved her fingers to fix her acupuncture points.

And she, immobile in his arms at this moment, could only stare at him angrily with her eyes, but it was useless.

"Cold-faced man, don't let me learn how to hate you." Bright red blood dripped from her pale lips.

"I don't care if you hate me or not. If you hate someone and let Shi Qi remember it for a lifetime, then it's my honor, don't you think?" His graceful and slender fingers gently slid across hers. cheek.

"Cold-faced man, listen to me, listen to me—" Rong Qiao eagerly wanted to say something to him, but Gong Huangjue didn't allow her to speak, and he cut off her words.

"Seventeen, there is no need to say anything. This time, I have to play the game according to the king's rules. A person can't always be in the passive position of the game, what do you think?" There was an evil light in his eyes, He hugged Rong Qiao forcefully.Leaning against her ear, he smiled coquettishly.

"Seventeen, we're going back to the Bieyuan." His hot air blew behind her ears, his tone was low and hoarse, bringing up a wordless air current in the air, filling her heart with heat and anxiety.

Rong Qiao knew the strange brilliance in his eyes, and what the message revealed there represented, but she was powerless to stop her, allowing Gong Huangjue to carry her back to Suzhou Bieyuan.

As soon as he returned to the other garden, Gong Huangjue kicked open the door of Rong Qiao's room. He placed her on the bed, and with a flick of his finger, the breeze passed by, and the door that kicked open followed his actions. Palmwind is closed.

Rong Qiao watched Gong Huangjue's fingers gently stroking her face, watched him slowly take off her pair of embroidered shoes, and watched him jump down.

Falling on the delicate woman, the pleated skirt of water mist and green grass on her body has become a stumbling block preventing him from enjoying the beautiful scenery in his eyes.

He was as impatient as a boy, and impatiently pulled hard.tear--

Rong Qiao closed her clear eyes, and two lines of tears unknowingly slid down her cheeks.

In her heart, she didn't care which man her innocence belonged to, but at this moment she was bearing this man's enthusiasm, and she felt inexplicably sour.

A feeling of humiliation rose in my heart.

Gong Huangjue stared at the translucent drops of water falling from both sides of her nose, an unknown light flashed in his deep and blurred black pupils, and for a moment, his movements paused slightly.

But with the wind blowing, following the angle of the white gauze, his breathing began to rise and fall.

Do not--

At this time, he must not soften his heart, absolutely not.

He didn't forget what Rong Qiao once said. She said that once she knew any man's heart for her, she would choose to run away without hesitation, and it was the kind that would never see each other until the end of the world.He doesn't want, he doesn't want to suddenly return to the lonely and deserted person in the past after tasting the beauty of the world.

He wants to keep her, no matter what, as long as her people are by his side, he won't ask for anything else.

What he wanted was such a small wish, so no matter what method he used, he couldn't let Rong Qiao leave him.

Thinking of this, his eyes ignored Rong Qiao's tears. His thin and moist lips wiped away her tears gently like a feather fan, and swept across her eyes, forcing her to open them and welcome her. on his line of sight.

At this moment, she has no thought of escaping, or even resisting with death.

The humiliation that had just flashed through her mind disappeared as she calmed down, as her mind became clearer and clearer.

Her teardrops also dispersed with the wind.

She felt that it would be foolish for a woman to protest and maintain her innocence by dying.

(End of this chapter)