Huang Fuchen's eyes contracted fiercely, and under the copper-colored complexion, the cyan blood vessels were fluttering. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Huang Fuchen's tall body lowered his head, wrapped his arms around the back of the woman's head, narrowed the distance, and his voice was cold with a hint of forbearance, "Ye Yanran, when it comes to the meat in your mouth, how can you not eat it?" Well? ”

The deep voice fell, Huang Fuchen pinched the woman's waist fiercely with his palm, retreated, and his quiet eyes forced the desire back, and the corners of his lips were filled with precipitated anger.

Huang Fuchen looked at the woman in front of him who was crying, as if he was reluctant to give up, and wanted to ravage her fiercely! But she is helpless, this kind of soft-heartedness is kind to her, cruel to herself, cruel to herself, cruel to the point that her body hurts.

Huang Fuchen stretched out his hand, his palms were distinctly jointed, and he unbuttoned the oblique placket on the robe slowly, and his entire chest was about to explode, and his eyes were bloodthirsty.

"You can't escape tonight, you must be the woman on Ben Shuai's bed! Be true to who you are! ”

Ye Yanran looked at Huang Fuchen's action of untying his wide clothes, Ye Yanran's eyes flashed in panic, her face turned pale with fright, and in the panic, her eyes fell sharply on the table next to her, the sharp scissors.

Ye Yanran quickly crossed to the table, snatched the scissors from the table, clenched the scissors with trembling hands, and the sharp blade pressed against the neck with the kiss mark, choking up tears.

"Huang Fuchen! If you take one step further, I'll die for you!! Ye Yanran's voice was sharp, her eyes full of tears were red, and her hands holding the scissors kept trembling.

Huang Fuchen's diagonal placket was half-unbuttoned, and he stopped moving, a pair of eagle eyes endured the sudden rage, and the corners of his lips raised a disdainful sneer.

Seeing this, Ye Yanran instantly closed her phoenix eyes, cool tears slipped down her cheeks, and the scissors in her hand stabbed straight at her neck, dripping bright red blood.

"Stop !!" Huang Fuchen snorted, his face stained with a layer of gloom.

"Stop!! I'm out!! Huang Fuchen was anxious, he looked at the drop of blood that had already come out of the woman's neck, along the soft neck covered with kiss marks, sliding down the blood, and he was terrified.

Ye Yanran stopped moving, opened her eyes, and met the man's eyes, with an unstoppable momentum.

"Young marshal!! Please get out!! Ye Yanran choked back tears, and the scissors in her hand were a little closer.

Huang Fuchen's eyes shrank fiercely, hesitated for a moment, turned around, glanced at Ye Yanran a few more times, dropped the horizontal log behind the door, and walked out of the door.

Huang Fuchen's palms were full of green tendons, his footsteps were still at the door, he turned his head and looked at Ye Yanran in the house, there was a fire hidden in his heart, he had never endured it so much, and his whole body was swollen uncomfortably.

Ye Yanran saw the man looking back, the scissors were against his neck, and he didn't dare to put it down for a moment.

Huang Fuchen turned his back, and a cold voice fell, "Ye Yanran!" The position of the eighth aunt of the Shuai Mansion belongs to you! Ben Shuai is waiting for you on the night of the cave room! ”

Huang Fuchen left the door with heavy feet, and Adjutant Chen, who was not far away, saw it, and immediately greeted him, looked at Huang Fuchen with a gloomy and cold face, and instantly understood, it seemed that Miss Ye would rather die.

"Young marshal, which aunt are you going to next? I commanded my servants to go over and light a lamp! Adjutant Chen stepped forward and asked.

(Lamp: At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, many large families, a few aunts, where to rest, notify in advance, then the courtyard of the aunt's wife should hang lanterns in advance, and the lamps welcome the husband)

"No need!" Huang Fuchen lowered his words, left the courtyard of the west wing with his back hand, and walked towards the main study.

Time was silent for a long time, Ye Yanran resisted the scissors, froze for a long time, until she was sure that Huang Fuchen had gone away, hurriedly ran to the door, pressed the door at once, tied the beam tightly, and ran to the open window, stretched out her hand and closed it tightly.