Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

His eyes were horrifying and made people feel extremely frightened.

Su Yueming couldn't help but shrank for a moment, and her body couldn't help but shrink back, but she still said-

"I love him! If you ask me to say it ten thousand times, I will still say that."

However, this time, her voice seemed to be a little smaller, and she could not help but tremble.

"No! I don't allow you to love others! I don't allow you, have you heard it? Take back what you said immediately!" The jealousy in his heart was enough to make him lose all his reason, and he ordered to her with a bad voice.

"...you, you are not qualified to demand me like this. My heart cannot be decided by you." She swallowed, her heart was sucked into a ball, and she scolded.

A look of injury flashed in Murong Canghai's eyes. He pushed her onto the bed, pinched her shoulders with both hands, bit her neck with her lips, and invaded her without saying a word, allowing her to feel his manly domineering and

envy.

She broke free from his powerful arm with force, but his anger did not diminish. His cold eyes emitted a raging flame, "I don't care about your heart, but your body can only be given to me."

His voice seemed to come from the bottom of hell, cold and terrifying.

Su Yueming's words stimulated him severely. At this moment, he had only one thought to turn her into his person.

He tore her clothes apart and let her appear in front of him. His hands and lips exploring greedily, touching places that had never been touched, feeling her body waves again and again

A wave of trembling.

"Let go, let go!" At this moment, Su Yueming could not bear any touch from him at all. She used all her strength to break free, bite, and just wanted to break free from his shackles.

However, Murong Canghai's two hands were like iron pliers, extremely hard, and he didn't care about the marks she left behind.

The kiss with anger fell tightly on her neck, face, earlobes, and lips. The anger inside the kiss made Su Yueming feel a chill, and she could not sense the deep affection in the anger.

, sad and profound.

"He is dead, forget him, I..." He couldn't say these two words, he pressed his heavy body against her, his hands wandering around, occupying every part of her body, igniting

She tried to find a trace of fragile comfort in her soft body with her numb nerves.

"Bang!" She suddenly raised her hand, slapped him hard in the face.

"..." The room suddenly fell into silence. He gritted his teeth, held her hand tightly, and said angrily, "You are so brave, you dare to beat me."

Su Yueming swallowed, swallowed the trace of fear, she said—

"I want to tell you that I will not forget him, I will hate you." At this time, her tone was still so firm, without any hesitation or compromise. Murong Canghai suddenly stopped the slander of others.

He raised his head and looked at her deeply, trying to see a little guilt in her eyes, but he was disappointed.

She did not retreat, was not guilty, nor was she uneasy.

Su Yueming paused for a moment, put his hand beside her, and held it hard, his eyes made her lose for a moment.

The room was quieter.

Each other could hear each other's subtle breathing and banging heartbeats.

Outside the window, the wind blew past, and the window blew against the window frame, making a clanging sound.