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

Chapter 87 Wild
"But I'm a woman, and I don't know kung fu, Ah Mo, aren't you afraid that I'll get in your way?"

"That's my business." He said quietly.

"It turns out that men can be cheap, Yan Mo, are you relying on me? Haha, you also have today, Yan Mo, you are in love with me." She laughed, really just casually, she hates His arrogance, he hates that he eats her to death every time, hates that he can't beat him, hates that he is always at a disadvantage, so she doesn't want to lose to him in terms of words.

The word 'cheap' is really ugly.

Yan Mo's face began to twist. No one has ever dared to speak of him like this, not even Concubine Shu.

Why did Lan Ximo say that about him, and who gave her the courage, "Joke, don't be sentimental, Lan Ximo, even if I fall in love with a prostitute in this life, I will never fall in love with you." Roaring, wanting to kill her, he added casually, "Actually, you are worse than a prostitute."

He just couldn't hold back.

At this time, I don't want to bear it anymore.

"Prostitutes are dirty, and I'm worse than prostitutes, so why do you want to touch me again?" In the past, she would blush when she heard the word "prostitute", but now, she doesn't care about anything She even said it so naturally, Yan Mo, it was a big mistake for him to use this to hit her. If he hit her once, she would repay him more times.

To stay, to survive, was originally for him.

"Lan Ximo, you deserve to die." She has changed, she has changed completely, she is no longer the frail little woman she used to be, she even speaks like a man, she dares to say what a man says say what.

Her words made him completely angry. This time, she was really looking for death. She stood up straight from her body, and he sat on her lap. Then, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he began to tear her clothes. The tearing sound is so loud...

The torn pieces of clothes danced in the air and then slowly scattered, some fell outside the bed, some fell on the bed, and some still fell on her skin, it was a bit cold, it was late autumn, the air was really cool, The coolness made her shiver, but she still met his gaze fearlessly. Yesterday it was safflower tea, but today, she will not respond to any of his actions.

Seeing her motionless, at his mercy like a puppet, the look in her eyes made him think of only one word, that is 'hate', she hates him.

so what?
She is not obediently at his mercy, she just can't escape his palm.

His hand moved under her body, and he began to tear the clothes on her lower body, "Shut...swipe..." The white obscene trousers fluttered all over the sky like scattered flowers, but she didn't see the same ones. Just look into his eyes.

As if, in this way, she could reach the deepest part of his heart, she wanted to see him clearly, but when she was completely naked, she still couldn't understand anything.

It turns out that not only he can't understand her, but she also can't understand him...

When he leaned down, she gently asked herself: Why do you hate her?Why should he hate her?
But God, don't give her an answer at all.

Only, he acted like a beast without any foreplay, and the two became one.

But her eyes were still so bright. He wanted her man, but he couldn't get her heart. She would never give her heart to him for the rest of her life.

All her life, she only hated him.

Such hatred is too deep, too deep, bottomless.

The two people who are entangled together have nothing but hatred left, but their bodies are so entangled together so well.

She slowly closed her eyes, with tears overflowing slightly, wet her cheeks and her heart.

why?
Why does her body react when he humiliates her like this?

The book said that this was normal, a reaction that every normal person would have, but she still felt ashamed.

The hatred in the misty eyes had already settled down in her heart, and she didn't know where her heart was at the moment.

"Mo'er, look, your body is much more honest than your heart. In this lifetime, you will never escape from me." He whispered casually, regardless of whether she could hear her, he spoke in a domineering, forgetful way, In fact, no one knows anyone's heart, just like they don't even know their own heart.

Outside the window, the wind is blowing and the wind is falling, and the rustling of the leaves is like a piece of piano music played gracefully. Everything becomes natural and harmonious.

Why, the first man in her life is Yan Mo?
A low growl finally ended everything.

It turned out that it was still in the daytime, and it turned out that night was still so far away from this moment.

The collapsed Xi Mo didn't want to move, his whole body seemed to be sucked out, but Yan Mo, he seemed to be full of energy without any change.

Putting on his clothes calmly, when he turned around, Ximo was still lying on his bed empty, without any change.

The anger that had just subsided rose again, walked in front of her, casually took a piece of cloth and wiped the wet area under her body, this time, his hand softened a little, but as far as his eyes could see, But there are patches of redness and swelling, it seems that yesterday and today, what was given to her in the two times were demands.

Seeing this, his anger subsided unconsciously again.

He didn't say anything, just pulled the quilt for her, then turned around and walked out of the room with big strides, leaving only the wind that he brought when he walked by to shake the tent slightly.

But after a while, Zhi Xia came in, along with two maidservants.

Ximo heard the sound of water pattering, and the room was soon filled with steam of hot water. Seeing that the water was full, Zhixia ordered the two maidservants to retreat, and then said to Ximo, "Miss, take a bath. The prince said that you are not feeling well, you need to take a bath to feel comfortable."

What does it mean to be unwell? He was clearly the one who tormented her.

How could it be like this, she thought he would never want her again, but he has been wanting her for two days in a row, so tired, his whole body is as tired as falling apart, but he, can be so easily Get out of this room.

"Miss, take a bath, the prince also said that he will come back to have dinner with you in the evening."

"Ah... what did you say?" Zhixia's words finally brought her back to her senses.

"The prince said that Zhixia and Miss don't need to go to Fengyang Palace, they will live here. From now on, I will have meals with the prince every day, just like in the palace."

How could this be?
I just want to get farther and farther away from him step by step.

Just looking for an opportunity to take revenge on him once and for all.

But she still couldn't get rid of him.

"Then what about the emperor and the empress dowager?" Not reconciled, not at all reconciled, don't you hate, why keep her by your side?
Do you still want to continue to torture her?
"The prince said that he will deal with it himself. Please don't think about going to Fengyang Palace anymore. He won't allow it."

Still so domineering, it seems that she will be eaten to death by him if she stays, Yan Mo, he always has a way to stop her happiness and joy.

"You go out, I'll take a bath by myself." Just now, when he wanted her, every stroke was so heavy, even if she didn't look in the mirror, she knew that she must be red all over her body now, and he was everywhere. There are traces left, although yesterday she asked the palace maid to take away the mattress on the ground, but at this moment, she is ashamed to be seen by Zhixia in a mess all over her body.

"Miss, the prince said that you are tired, so I must help the lady to take a bath."

It's really lenient, "Zhixia, do you listen to Yanmo or me?" I really don't know who Zhixia belongs to.

"Miss, I..."

"Get out." With a twitch in her heart, she suddenly remembered the seven days when she was kidnapped by Yan Mo when she was still a young lady in the Lan Mansion. At that time, wasn't she suspicious of Zhixia?

Did Zhixia really belong to Yan Mo long ago?

Shaking her head, she really didn't want to do this. If this was the case, then in this world, who else could she trust.

Her cold voice forced Zhixia to back out, "Miss, if you need anything, just call Zhixia, Zhixia is waiting outside the door."

"Well, I see."

Seeing that Zhixia left the room, the room was empty again. In fact, Zhixia didn't take up much space, but with one more person, the room became more popular, and with one less person, it became much deserted.

Standing up and stepping into the bathtub, the hot and humid water flooded her body in an instant, rubbing her body repeatedly, as if to wash away all the traces of Yan Mo left in her body, but there was one thing, but why? It can't be washed off either.

That is, the hatred in her heart.

Let him go, or, the closer she is to him, the more chances she has for revenge, but it has been more than a month, and she still hasn't thought of a way to revenge.

Soaking in the fragrant soup until the water was cold, she came out, combed her wet hair, and didn't want to pretend to know Xia. She has become suspicious recently. It's really not good for her to be like this. She couldn't help it.

"Miss, the lord is back." When he was wearing his hair in a bun, suddenly there was another person in the mirror, as if nothing had happened during the day. They are so close, if she doesn't remember the past, at this moment, she even feels in a trance that he is her husband and her life's support. He handed her his hand, but he didn't say a word.

The big palm was right in front of her, and Ximo quietly looked into the eyes of the man who was also looking at her in the mirror, like a deep pool, bottomless.

After a lot of thought, her hand still fell on his, and when it fell, Yan Mo's palm immediately wrapped around her hand, holding it tightly, and then led her to the restaurant together.

Strangely, there was no Concubine Mei, only her and him. She sat firmly on the chair pulled out by the maidservant, then raised her head and smiled lightly: "Your Highness, why is Sister Mei not here?"

(End of this chapter)