Su Yueming's face suddenly felt hot like a fire, if it weren't for the fact that the candlelight in this room was not bright enough, I am afraid that I would have seen her red cheeks.

After a while, he removed the robe from his body, leaving only a white lining, where the hard muscles of the proud head loomed in the candlelight, which was simply a stunning picture.

This man, unlike the prince's introvertedness, he is arrogant and never hides himself, and he can't live to the extent that there is no one in his eyes.

Su Yueming hurriedly turned around, suppressed the pounding heartbeat, pretended not to see anything, calmly walked to the side of the bed and took a thin quilt on it, then lowered his head, passed by his side silently, and spread the quilt on the ground in the center of the room.

Murong Canghai raised his eyes, with a disapproving look in his eyes, and asked:

"What for?"

"I'm tired, I'm going to rest, and I'm going back to Beijing tomorrow." Su Yueming never looked up at him, lay down on the quilt with his head down, and then rolled himself up with the quilt, curled up in a ball, closed his eyes, and completely covered up the trace of panic under his eyes.

Murong Canghai walked up to her and looked at her condescendingly.

Her thin body was wrapped in a quilt, curled up like a baby, her eyes closed, and her eyelashes trembling up and down uncontrollably.

Su Yueming's hand in the quilt grabbed the quilt under her body, she could strongly feel the breath of Murong Canghai, she looked calm on the surface, but in her heart she was secretly praying that he should go away quickly, otherwise, her nervous veins would crack!

"Sleep in bed." However, she was still praying, and was immediately scooped up by a pair of strong arms.

Murong Canghai forcibly picked her up horizontally, threw her on the bed, bullied her, and supported her on both sides of her body with advantageous hands, surrounding her in his sight, staring at her with a pair of deep evil eyes, without the slightest intention of letting go of her.

Su Yueming swallowed her saliva, and suddenly her vigilance increased, she stretched out her hand, defensively blocked the two of them, and said, "I sleep on the bed, so where do you sleep?" ”

Murong Canghai smiled coldly, his slender body lay down next to her, and the big lama stretched out his long hands and feet, squeezing Su Yueming to the innermost edge at once, and said, "Of course it's together." ”

"......" Su Yueming listened, and immediately sat up against the wall of the bed, blushing, and said, "No." ”

Murong Canghai opened his eyes, squinted at her red-faced, and said, "I already said that we are husband and wife, if the old man finds out that we are sleeping separately, wouldn't we be laughed at." ”

"You, just talking gibberish...... Let me go down. Su Yueming didn't want to talk to him quickly, she just wanted to leave her side quickly, she had a premonition that something dangerous would happen if she stayed here, and she was definitely not his opponent.

But she had barely sat up when his arms spread out and stopped her back.

He turned over, turned sideways, and pressed her under him, and the cold and domineering aura surrounded her, which stimulated her senses strongly, and he smiled evilly, saying-

"Third Miss, I think you forgot, I'm here to seek revenge on you, how could I let you go so easily."

"And what do you want?" Her heart tightened, and her voice asked a little dry.