Ling Ziran's white profane pants were also destroyed under Jun Mochen's big palm, Ling Ziran was almost desperate, two lines of tears flowed out of his eyes, and his voice trembled, he had never been so afraid. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Jun Mochen...... You...... Stop...... Please...... Woo......"

Helplessly, Jun Mochen didn't care what she said at all, he just felt that it was very noisy, and kissed Ling Ziran's chattering mouth fiercely, and then, all the unspoken words of Ling Ziran choked in his throat.

Jun Mochen bit Ling Ziran's lips rudely and domineeringly, and Ling Ziran felt a touch like an electric shock string away from his head, but there was a trace of expectation in the pain.

Ling Ziran was startled, and her body began to writhe uneasily, oh my God! What is she doing here?

"Hmm...... Not...... Monarch...... Ink Dust ......"

Ling Ziran pushed Jun Mochen hard, Jun Mochen frowned, and seemed to be dissatisfied with her lack of cooperation*** has been omitted! (I'm not dirty~I'm not dirty~)

A layer of cold sweat began to appear on Ling Zi's smooth forehead, and his delicate brows were also tightly wrinkled, Jun Mochen was woken up by Ling Ziran's exclamation, looking at the people below him frowning, with a painful look on his face, and a burst of pain in his heart.

Said softly: "Dye'er, relax, it won't hurt for a while, huh?" ”

Jun Mochen soothed Ling Ziran's emotions, and stroked her back with his big hand, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

Ling Ziran wanted to push Jun Mochen away, but her body was not controlled by her, a sense of humiliation spread from her mind, and tears slid down her face on the soft silk quilt.

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The clouds were dyed with a layer of golden yellow, like fire burning the clouds, and the rising sun also completed the day's task, and gradually sank under the high mountains in the distance.

After the incident, Jun Mochen fell asleep holding Ling Ziran's body that was soft into a puddle of water, Ling Ziran's delicate brows were still tightly wrinkled, and his breathing gradually stabilized, Jun Mochen dropped a kiss on Ling Ziran's forehead, and then fell asleep.

"Hiss......"

The sky was shining, Ling Ziran propped up his aching body, rubbed his sore head, recalled Jun Mochen's roughness last night, and subconsciously looked at the position next to him, but it was empty, his heart sank, the cold breath began to disperse, the crystal liquid began to 'snap' down, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation rose up.

Ziyi came in with a basin of washing water, and saw Ling Ziran sitting on the bed in a daze, not knowing what she was looking at.

Ling Ziran stared at the red on the bed, with a tingling pain in his eyes, and opened his lips and said, "Ziyi, go and help me boil water, bathe and change clothes." ”

Ziyi paused for a moment, "Oh...... Yes, sis. ”

After Ling Ziran waited for the purple clothes to leave, she ripped off the couch on the bed and threw it into the brazier, watching the fine gold silk gradually be engulfed by the fire, her heart was sore, she was still a girl who had no personnel in modern times, she was also a conservative person, when she came to ancient times, she also knew how important that layer of things was, but now she was forcibly seized by Jun Mochen, humiliation, grief and hatred, spread from her face.

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Jun Mochen rushed to the Fengyuan Hall after finishing the morning court, after what happened last night, although he was a little distressed, but he didn't feel that he was wrong.

He and Ling Ziran are husband and wife, and what should happen between husband and wife is normal, but he also knows that Ling Ziran definitely doesn't want to see him, so he goes to the morning court first, thinking that she may not get up yet, so he rushes over.

"Dye ......"

Jun Mochen pushed open the door of Ling Ziran's dormitory, but found that there was no one, rushed over to open the jewelry cabinet, but it was empty, and roared, an inexplicable feeling quietly sprouted in his heart......