Mysterious husband always comes late at night

She was too frightened to move, for fear that if she accidentally aroused men's desire, she would be finished. The breathing sound behind him became heavier and heavier. The little fish was tense and scared to cry.

"Can you let me down?"

Gong Ting's arms as hard as steel were clamped on her waist, as if to knead her into bone and blood. He looked at the particularly charming woman in front of him. What he wanted to do most was to press her on the bed, tear off her red skirt and ask her heartily.

But when he heard her crying, he couldn't bear to bully her.

His eyes fell on her white back. The flaming red skirt set off her skin better than snow. He breathed more quickly and his blood boiled all over. He opened his mouth and bit her neck. He whispered, "don't cry!"

Her chirping voice will only arouse his animal nature hidden in his body. The weaker she is, the more he wants to ravage her and break her.

The little fish was too frightened to cry. The man's hard teeth on the back neck bit her, as if to suck her blood, making her scalp numb. She closed her eyes. After a long time, Gong Ting calmed her desire and leaned on her shoulder tired.

The little fish felt that the heat was slowly disappearing. She was suddenly relieved, but she didn't dare to make much action.

Her eyes were flustered and scanned the cell. There were many more things in the cell than last time. She couldn't help saying, "others are in prison. Why are you in prison like you're on vacation?"

The imperial concubine's bed, air-conditioning fan, exquisite snacks, red wine, and the silk sheets and quilts on the bed look like a holiday.

I really don't blame her for her big heart, except that she was gloomy all the way in. When she came to his cell, the painting style changed suddenly.

"I am the king's husband. Naturally, I have privileges."

The little fish has a flat mouth. She forgot one thing. Gong Ting is now the king's husband and the Queen's husband. Even if he committed a crime, he was a hundred times and ten thousand times better than the treatment enjoyed by those low-level prisoners.

This is the inequality brought about by class.

She got down from his lap, jumped on one foot to the imperial concubine's bed, picked up the books on the side, and looked, "do you still have leisure to read these books?"

Gong Ting picked his eyebrows, stood up and followed her slowly. He sat down beside her and looked at her with her eyes down and turned the book. He said, "I'm bored. I'm reading to kill time. You're fine outside. Why don't you stay here with me for a few days? "

The little fish suddenly looked up at him, "I don't want it."

Well, why did she come to jail with him?

Gong Ting's eyes sank immediately. He stared at her for a moment, "why not? There's everything here, an independent bathroom, a TV and me. "

In fact, what he wants to say is the last sentence, not a saying that where love is full of water and where he is, wherever it is, it should be her destination.

The little fish shriveled his mouth, "but there is no freedom."

Gong Ting: "

Lying on the imperial concubine's couch, he put his hands behind his head and said carelessly, "compared with me, what is freedom?"

Xiaoyu closed the book, turned his head and looked at his handsome face. He sighed in his heart that there is really no dead corner in 360 degrees. How can a person be so handsome?

"Life is precious, and love is more expensive. If it is freedom, both can be thrown away." She smiled.

Gong Ting suddenly took out his hand behind his head, held her arm and pulled it hard. She fell in his arms out of guard.