Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 28
During the day, in the study, on the desk, he said he wanted it, but she didn't dare to think about it...

The flustered eyes were filled with prayers, and the desk beneath her felt like pins and needles, making Ximo feel uncomfortable all over.

Just as his body was gently laid down by Yan Mo, there were low footsteps in the yard outside the study.

The voice, from far to near, was coming towards the study.

"Someone..." Ximo was frightened, her face was no longer flushed but pale.

Even she heard the footsteps, it was impossible for Yan Mo not to hear them, but he didn't slow down any movement, but lifted up her skirt with a blank expression, revealing a small part of her fair body At the same time, his hand fell on her deep and secret place through her panties just when she was shaking with fright.

That touch made her almost bounce, but her body was pressed down by his body and hands, making her unable to move.

Looking at his evil face with terrified eyes, the sound of footsteps slowly walking towards the study was still heard in his ears, and the eyes began to fog up quickly, but Yan Mo didn't seem to see him, but smiled softly: "Look , how beautiful you are now, just like a slut..."

"Brother Mo, are you not here? Why is it so quiet?" A man's voice suddenly came from the yard, low and loud.

"My lord..." The mist in her pupils had already begun to condense, and instantly turned into small round water droplets rolling in her eye sockets. She was so unbelievable. Such a scene made her really want to think……

But she didn't even have the right to die.

Yan Mo smiled, "Jinchen, this king is here, not only this king, there are other people in this study." After speaking loudly, he whispered in Ximo's ear: "This is punishment, you should remember Yes, what did this king order you to call this king?"

"Ah Mo." She said eagerly, just wanting him to let her go. It turned out that he was annoyed at her because she kept calling him the prince.

Her voice was clear and sweet, louder because of her anxiety, so that Xiang Jinchen who was stepping into the threshold could hear clearly, "Brother Mo, this is..."

Ximo's face was already red to the ears, and when she was panicked and at a loss, Yan Mo, who was half on top of her, slowly got up, turned around and smiled at the man who just came in: "This is the king's concubine." .”

Concubine, didn't she mean that she was his maid, when did she become his concubine again, and she was still his concubine.

But now Ximo can't care about these anymore, as long as he lets her off and doesn't humiliate her anymore.

Xiang Jinchen quickly glanced at Ximo, who was in a state of embarrassment, but saw that beautiful little face that seemed to be dyed with rouge, but what confused him even more was that face, which seemed familiar.

"Brother Mo, I'll take my leave first, you... you..." The word 'continue' was finally not uttered because of the pale face of the woman, as if saying it would offend her.

But what confused Xiang Jinchen even more was Yan Mo. Although Yan Hei was a bohemian person, he would never do such a wild thing to a concubine in broad daylight regardless of the occasion.

Yan Mo smiled lightly, and directly ignored Xi Mo who was still sitting on the table. Although her skirt had been inadvertently put down by Yan Mo's hand, her current appearance was really ambiguous enough to make her extremely embarrassed.

"Jin Chen, if you are here, please be safe. I drew a painting this morning, and I will share it with Jin Chen. How about it?"

"This..." Xiang Jinchen didn't even dare to look up in Yan Mo's direction, because behind Yan Mo was the woman who seemed extremely at a loss.

"Mo'er, why don't you serve tea yet?" Yan Mo said softly, calling out 'Mo'er' as if lovingly.

It was Mo'er, not Ximo.

Although it is just a noun, the meaning it represents is extraordinary, and people can't help but associate it.

Concubine.

Moer.

Ximo suddenly woke up and slid down from the table, and then rushed to pour tea, with shame written on her blushing face, at this time she dared not look at Yan Mo, let alone the strange man who stepped into the study. man.

The hand holding the teacup was shaking, no matter how hard she tried, it kept shaking.

In her mind, she couldn't get rid of the scene that made her extremely ashamed just now.

Yan Mo, how could he be so indifferent and embarrass her in front of others?
"Mo'er, why don't you serve tea?" Just when she was wandering and couldn't concentrate, Yan Mo's voice came from the study dotingly, making Ximo's heart flustered, and she hastily withdrew her thoughts. pour tea.

But since she was a child, her mother who loved her never let her do such a thing. Although she has seen Zhixia make tea several times, she has never done it herself. It's not that she doesn't want to do it, but her mother doesn't allow it. Well, the young lady of the Lan family must look like a young lady.

Recalling every step of Zhixia's tea making in the past, Ximo made the tea very quickly, and carefully carried the tea to put it on the tray and bring it into the study, but it was just in her hand that she picked it up. When the teacup was full of tea, there was a sudden meow in front of the window, "Meow...", the sudden sound made Ximo's hands tremble, and the tea spilled on her hands in an instant. , stinging and red.

Ximo didn't care about the pain, remembering that Yan Mo was urging her just now, she just wanted to finish the errands as soon as possible, picked up the tray and walked to the study room, gradually heard the whispers of Yan Mo and the strange man.

"Jinchen, this king's painting is the best, right?"

"When did Brother Mo accept this concubine?" Xiang Jinchen looked intently at the woman in the painting, it was clear that she was just placed on the table by Yan Mo to steal her fragrance.

"Haha, I found it in the water of Qijiang River, not bad."

Xiang Jinchen's face was startled, and he immediately thought of the uproar in Qicheng recently. It turned out that this woman was Lan Ximo, one of the famous talented women in Qicheng. No wonder he felt familiar when he met him just now. Years ago, he had met her as a little girl in the Blue Mansion. No way, five years later, she would have blossomed like a flower, making her lovable.

Ximo paused as she was stepping on the threshold, unexpectedly, she had become the topic of the two men, but she didn't want to hear what they were talking about, it was the most embarrassing past for her, and those were the things that the two men talked about. Thanks to Yan Mo, I really don't understand why he so shamelessly downplayed everything as saying that he was just saving her.

It was him who caused her to be so miserable now.

"Mo'er, what are you thinking? Why don't you come in?" Yan Mo already noticed that she was bringing in the tea after making it, but suddenly stopped in front of the door.

Ximo bowed her head and said in a low voice: "The prince will talk to the guests again, Ximo doesn't know whether to enter or not."

"Come in, there are no outsiders here."

His words made her even more embarrassed, but she had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk slowly to the table, then put the tray on the corner of the table, picked up the teacups one by one and carefully placed them in front of the two men. Her hand holding the teacup was The hand that wasn't burned, just didn't think about the details, but was discovered by the two sharp-eyed men together.

(End of this chapter)