Handsome Prince, Come to my Embrace

There were no lights on in the room. He thought that he would have already rested by now, so he didn't know what to do if he called her over now. Luo Shang stood outside the door and stopped for a long time. Her heart was perturbed and it was difficult for her to calm down.

The hand that was frozen in mid-air hesitated, but it still clenched its fist and gently pushed open the heavy door. The cold air that assaulted its face was even colder than the wind of this night.

The wounds Nanny Ma had beaten the day before had not yet healed, and adding his humiliation today, the pain between her legs made the wound on her back ache once again.

Luo Shang gently closed the door and walked in. The room was so dark that she couldn't see where the man was. She didn't dare to walk over, so she could only lean against the door for safety.

However, the sound of her steady footsteps got closer and closer, bringing along a few heavy breathing along with a hint of nice scent of grass. Luo Shang could feel the coldness and displeasure from her manly body, but by the time she wanted to escape, it was already too late.

With one hand on the door above her head, the man used the other to pinch her neck. His strength was great, causing Luo Shang to be unable to breath.

"Did I tell you that everything in the manor is not something you can touch, hmm?"

That ice-cold voice was like a devil's, touching Luo Shang's entire body.

Luo Shang's face was deathly pale, as if she was going to suffocate. At this moment, she thought that she would die under his hands.

After a moment of stalemate, Leng Shaoyu suddenly let go of her and turned to walk to the side.

"Cough, cough …" Luo Shang coughed lightly, her body slid down the floor, her hands protecting her neck, tears slowly flowing down from the corners of her eyes.

At this moment, the lights in the room were turned on. She, who was squatting on the floor, raised her head and looked at the man sitting at the table, casually fanning himself with the folding fan in his hand.

He was dressed casually, wearing a long, smooth, and exquisite silver robe. The golden silk belt around his waist was not tied tightly, revealing a large area of strong bronze colored skin on his chest. His hair that was tied up on his back was only tied up by a red ribbon, his face was like jade, but he had a pair of black eyes like the stars in the night, the straight and tall nose gave off a masculine vibe, his long hair covered half of his handsome face, and his shallow brows slightly knitted. Leng Shaoyu's pair of cold and proud slender eyes stared straight at her.

Luo Shang bit her lips and suddenly laughed.

She stood up, and the hair at her waist gently fell down to the side of her ears. The gentle and soft clothes stuck to her body, outlining her perfectly slim figure.

"If you hate me so much, why didn't you kill me just now?"

She still knew how to enrage him. Leng Shaoyu squinted his eyes slightly, the gloomy and cold look on his face was only half a face, he closed his fan, and walked towards her.

The tall and straight body stood in front of her. The man used the folded fan to support her lower jaw. Looking at her arrogant face and her eyes that were filled with dignity at all times, he sneered.

"Like I said, before I've played you enough, how can I let you die so easily?"

Leng Shaoyu's tone was heavy and cruel. He hated how arrogant she was, because in front of him, people with Luo Family could only submit to him over and over. Her dignity was nothing at all to him, and would only make him angry.

"Where to?" His face was cold as he saw her trying to avoid his attack. He narrowed his eyes and grabbed her wrist. Then, he flipped her over onto the table.

Luo Shang bit her lips, and the wound on her back started to crack the moment it was stained with the boiling hot tea water. However, the man on top of her did not let her go, and pinched the wound on her wrist until it bled.

"Even if This King's tree is dead, there's no need for you to clean it up."

Luo Shang opened his eyes wide, it turned out that the reason he was tormenting him tonight was because she wanted to chop off those dead parasol trees? It turned out that her life was not even worth a bunch of dead plants in his eyes.

"Leng Shaoyu, someone like you deserves to live your entire life with hatred, you will never get what you want!"

"Pa ~ ~ ~"

The room was silent, Luo Shang's head was buzzing from the attack, the man suddenly slapped her palm hard enough to make her unable to dodge, this was the second time he had slapped her.

He was just like that. When he wanted to hit her, he would show no mercy.

Leng Shaoyu stood up from her body, his face dark, the black hair on his forehead bursting apart, a pair of bloodshot eyes burning with his current anger.

"Who gave you the guts to talk to me like that?"

Luo Shang scoffed, "Do you think you are so high up? Do you think everyone should live under your control? Leng Shaoyu, you are truly pitiful. "

Tragic? When was it her turn to pity him? This damned woman. He truly wished that he could skin her at this moment. She truly deserved to die. She provoked him time and time again.

"Get out!"

The man rose from her, his dark eyes turned away from her.

Luo Shang laughed arrogantly, gritting her teeth as she stood up from the table. Without even looking at him, she turned and walked out of the room.

The corner of Leng Shaoyu's mouth lifted slightly. Listening to her slam the door, he sneered and narrowed his deep and dark, cold eyes. Isn't she tall and proud? Next, he wanted her to know that in front of him, she would never have the qualifications to obtain her laughable self-esteem.