() How can you bear to hurt me, pity me for loving you so much.

It was as if after waiting for King Fu to wash his feet, and then helped him to the bedroom in the back room and helped him to the bed.

"Ikawa; It's not too early, go to sleep. It was as if he said softly while helping King Fu take off his coat.

As if after waiting for King Fu to lie down, she originally planned to go out and let Chunhong help her clean up the mess outside, she wanted to wait for King Fu to fall asleep and then she was sleeping, and then she got out of bed and wanted to leave.

"Where are you going? Give me back. Fu Wang stretched out his hand and pulled Wanruo back.

It's like a way; "You go to sleep first, I'll be over in a moment." King Fu completely ignored Wanruo's gentleness, he sat up from the bed with a carp, and then grabbed Wanruo with one arm, and took off Wanruo's clothes little by little with the other hand very quickly; "You want to leave, it's not that easy, you have to serve this king well tonight." King Fu looked at the gentle face evilly, he exhaled a thick smell of wine straight into the lungs of Wanruo, smelling this smell of wine Wanruo felt a little disgusting, and what he had just eaten turned over in his stomach.

"Ikawa; You're drunk tonight, too, and I'm a little tired, so let me go in the future. It seems that he really has no intention of lingering with him, and he feels particularly uncomfortable in the face of his alcohol, and he is even more unintentional when he is drunk.

King Fu's two hands were like two steel hooks, he grabbed Wanruo's two shoulders, and then pressed her to the bed, his cold voice sounded in her ears; "You can't refuse me, you can't," the voice was as cold as ice and as hard as a knife.

As if she couldn't stop her resistance, so she used all her strength to fight against it, she desperately pushed Murong Yichuan to the side, but his body was like a mountain, although it seemed that she had used all her strength, Murong Yichuan still didn't move on her body. It was like a slap in the face, "Why do you want to hit me?" Murong Yichuan grabbed Wanruo's two hands and squeezed them fiercely, as if he grinned in pain. Murong Yichuan put his hands on the two soft peaks of Wanruo, lowered his head and bit hard, and almost bit her flesh bloodied after that bite, as if tears of pain almost flowed out.

This kind of resistance even aroused Murong Yichuan's nameless fire, he pressed on Wanruo's delicate body, holding Wanruo's chin with two hands, two cold lights reflected in his deep eyes, he stared at Wanruo, and then said coldly; "You don't know what to do with a woman, this king wants to be with you, that's because this king looks up to you, who do you think you are, are you a saint? No, your body has already been ruined by other men, this king does not dislike you, you should be grateful, you should be the first to look forward to this king, but you dare to resist this king, against my will, you are really hateful to the extreme. King Fu looked at Wanruo with resentment, Wanruo's heart suddenly fell from the clouds into the glacier, this scene was passed on into many fragments in her memory back and forth, her drunken possession on the wedding night, the humiliation of the palace, and the blood donation of Concubine Chen's own dormitory**, strings, scenes were cut into many scattered fragments like a movie in Wanruo's mind back and forth, tears slipped down unconsciously.

"Ikawa; What do you say? What are you talking about? Didn't you say you loved me, how could you do this to me? He shouted as if desperate and helpless.

Murong Yichuan was like a hungry beast, where could he care about the tears and her pain, he said with a short breath; "Like; You're so beautiful, you're so beautiful, no wonder so many men are eager to get you, you're so beautiful, you can't refuse me, I can't live without you. Suddenly, Murong Yichuan's words softened a little, but he didn't care about the pain, when the two of them's bodies were completely one, it was as if he felt a heart-piercing pain, not distress, but the wild strength of the man on his body, at this moment he completely ignored her ability to bear and rampaged through her body according to his own wishes, such brutal treatment was like treating a slave who had nothing to do with him. At this moment, it may be like a slave in Murong Yichuan's eyes, a slave who lets him vent to his heart's content, Murong Yichuan is not a tolerant person, he said that he can accept that Wanruo is no longer complete, but in the face of Wanruo's feelings with Zhongli Wenjun, which is the so-called betrayal, and as if he was possessed by the emperor, he couldn't let go at all, but he was reluctant to give up completely, so he lived in contradictions, and the pain in his heart could only be desperately hidden, However, when he was drunk, it was completely revealed in just one qiē, and at this moment he turned all his anger into the strength in his body, and then squeezed the fragile woman under him like a mountain.

"Ikawa; I beg you, please let me go, I can't hold it anymore? I really can't stand it. As if shouting in despair, she felt that her whole person was going to be divided little by little, at this moment Murong Yichuan's wildness and brutality made Wanyang have no strength to parry at all, even if she was not pregnant, she was also unable to parry, she hoped that he could let herself go, but sweat and tears were all over her face.

Murong Yichuan looked at Wanruo, who was full of tears and sweat, he was still doing his own thing, and in order not to let her say anything, he completely sealed Wanruo's alcohol with his fiery kiss, he desperately sucked the taste of Wanruo's mouth, his tongue pressed Wanruo's tongue, as if he felt that his breathing was a little difficult, she grabbed Murong Yichuan's two arrows fiercely with both hands, and when he charged fiercely, he grabbed it fiercely on his shoulder, But this pain did not stop Murong Yichuan.

Ruo's heart was suddenly hollowed out, and he felt like a lost lamb, but when he met a hungry big bad wolf, he fell into the wolf's mouth, even if he was struggling, it was still useless.

(If a man is not lonely about your feelings, it means that he doesn't care about you.)

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