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

Chapter 4
When the panting stopped, when Xi Mo fell asleep, the smell of obscene rice was still floating in the air, but the red cinnabar on the arm of the lotus root exposed outside the brocade quilt had gone, and it was in vain. The fragrance of staying a woman is enchanting and beautiful in this night.

In a trance, it seems to be hugged by someone.

In a trance, she was surrounded by the familiar smell again.

That is her bedroom, and it is her favorite incense.

One hand habitually grabbed the small pillow in the bed, hugging it, Ximo fell asleep peacefully.

Perhaps, it was just a nightmare, and when I woke up, there was nothing.

But when Ximo really woke up, the sudden burning pain from her lower body made her completely awake in an instant.

Everything of last night was vivid in her mind, even the lingering in the bed curtain was clearly in her mind.

Lifting up the sleeves of the obscene clothes, the cinnabar shadow on the arm told her that it was not a dream, it was all that really happened.

She had really given herself to that man.

Tears gushed out in an instant.

Biting her lip, the pair of scissors on the table outside the bed tent gleamed brightly in the sun in her misty eyes.

She wants to die.

She couldn't bear this sudden change except death.

That man, how could he?how can?

But he just did it, he took her body, so now she is no longer clean, she is not worthy of Feng, and she can no longer be Feng's wife.

hate it.

Bare feet flew off the bed, and when the scissors were in hand, Ximo aimed at her chest and stabbed without hesitation...

But when the scissors were only one finger away from his chest, Xiyao's mischievous voice suddenly sounded outside the door, "Sister, are you still up? Brother Feng is coming today!"

That voice, full of childishness, made Ximo instantly remember the man's words: You can die, but he is the one who will be buried with you.

The scissors in his hand fell slowly in the vicious words in his memory, and fell to the floor with a "clang".

"Sister, so you're awake." Xi Yao laughed outside the window, obviously teasing her, but she couldn't hear every word that followed clearly.

Staring blankly at the pair of scissors on the ground, she realized that she didn't even have the right to die.

But she didn't have the face to meet Mu Lianfeng.

Sitting on the floor slumped, the fists of both hands were clenched tightly, and the nails were pinched so that the palms of the hands were blood red.

But she doesn't know it.

"Sister, sister, what's wrong with you?" A pair of small hands touched her shoulders at some point.

Hearing Xiyao's voice, the tears in her eyes were swallowed back, she can't cry, she can't scare Xiyao.

Biting her lips, trying to wake herself up, Ximo finally said: "My sister's legs are weak, that's why I fell down, you go outside to play, and by the way, tell mother that my sister is not feeling well today, if your elder brother Feng comes Let mother see you."

Not daring to see Feng, she was terrified.

Feng, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

When he was lying back on the bed, he still felt a burning pain in his lower body, so he closed his eyes gently, if he fell asleep and didn't have to wake up, that would be great.

But if she doesn't wake up, it means Xiyao's death.

Hugging the quilt, at that moment, Ximo was at a loss.

(End of this chapter)