When Han Ruo heard the news, he was overjoyed, and immediately ordered the maid to prepare the fragrant soup, and as soon as Du Sheng left, he couldn't wait to take off his clothes and jump into the big wooden barrel. However, in order to prevent water on his face, Han Ruo asked Du Sheng to treat the wound on his face first, and then bring a yarn hat, which is specially made, precious, and waterproof. It hangs down and doesn't touch the wound, which is perfect.

Let the maid gently wipe her back, lean comfortably against the edge of the barrel, close her eyes and enjoy the warm soup. The heat steamed up the entire room and filled the room with an ambiguous mist, and it was difficult to discern the direction as if it were separated by a veil of moon shadows. Reality and illusion cross each other's boundaries in the heat of extreme beauty, and both become true and false.

The force of wiping her back seemed to increase slightly, so that Hanruo, who was already soaked and a little drowsy, came back to her senses a little, and shivered slightly, she felt that the water was gradually getting cold, and she made a lazy sound, asking people to change the hot water again. But she didn't get the slightest response, and was about to raise her voice and scream again, when the maidservant who was wiping her behind her back suddenly stretched out her hands and put her under her armpits, and lifted her out of the water. Han Ruo was shocked, this is clearly a pair of men's hands! Before he had time to struggle, he was already wet and picked up.

Han Ruo was so frightened that he immediately came to his senses, and Fang wanted to reprimand, but his mouth was already gagged. His kiss, with an incomparably hot breath, coveted every sweetness in her mouth. Han Ruo didn't know how long he had been soaking in the water, and he was weak at the moment, and even the struggle was so weak that it seemed like a means to refuse and welcome. Not only the face, but also the whole body turned pink and shiny as if it had been burned by fire. In the eyes of others, I don't know how delicious and tempting it is.

He kissed her and strode with her in his arms. Regardless of her soaking wet, he just walked straight to the soft couch, and just put her down, and before she could speak, he leaned over and pressed down.

Han Ruo only reacted completely at this time, reached out and lifted off his gauze hat, revealing sharp fangs, and biting his arm. In fact, with the posture of the two of them at the moment, Han Ruo should be more accurate in biting his shoulder, but she is unwilling to apply the sweetness of the pain unique to herself and Gong Jueshen to others. Then he bit his arm sideways. Her fangs pierced his skin mercilessly, blood spilled over his jade-like arm, and Han Ruo only felt a fishy sweetness in his mouth, but she still didn't let go, just because he didn't let go of the hand holding him.

He just screamed in pain, but did not show the slightest sign of letting go of her, but lowered his head and gently bit Han Ruobei = Lei, this time it was Han Ruo's turn to let go of the mouth that bit him because of the pain, and pushed him with all his might, shouting: "Don't touch me!" ”

This resistance fueled his anger further, and without mercy and without the slightest prelude, he stepped forward. Han Ruo's tears came down, and he just blindly endured it, and his body was like dead, and he didn't cater to it. Even so, he still didn't mean to let her go, and his movements became more and more intense,

The body's instinctive reaction betrayed Han Ruo's true heart, and the slender = waist writhed shamelessly. He could only grit his teeth and not let the voice overflow from his mouth, and the cold curse-like scolding rushed out with his tears, "Gong Qianqi, I hate you!" ”

Close your eyes fiercely and sink to the end with the darkness.

The next day, Han Ruo woke up in pain as if he had been crushed by thousands of troops. It was incomparably painful, even better than the pain of stripping the flesh, because it was not only physical pain but also psychological pain. The dignity she was proud of was held in her hands again and again by this man and played with wantonly.

And the culprit who caused her sadness and pain was sleeping peacefully with a dreamy look at the moment, but even in the dream, he did not forget to firmly shackle her with his arms. Han Ruo's heart burned with anger, and he didn't want to think about it, so he bit him on the arm fiercely. Gong Qianqi was awakened by the pain in his arm. Seeing her puff out her cheeks in anger, the appearance of her teeth and claws was like the first time he saw her, and he was not annoyed by the pain in his arm at all, but his heart was full of pity. Hate and love are equally strong feelings after all, if she can't fall in love with herself anymore, let her hate herself.

Thinking so, he rolled over and held her down. Han Ruo was indeed a little scared at the moment, his long and dense eyelashes trembled, and his inner body was full of mist, but he refused to flow down weakly, only glared at him hatefully, and said, "What do you want?" She actually wanted to say that if she tossed a few more times, she was afraid that her waist would break, but this was like an ambiguous flirtation and a sweet begging for mercy. Either one is not what she wants to express, so she can only endure it with indignation.

But her annoyed appearance and blushing cheeks seemed to him all invitations. Hot kisses fell from all directions, and he appreciated her instinctive reaction with satisfaction, the tenderness with a hint of teasing and a strange demagogic magic, "I want you to beg for mercy under me." ”

She almost desperately kept her sanity, gritted her teeth in shame and annoyance and burst out two words, "Dream! ”

It wasn't until Han Ruo couldn't bear it anymore that Gong Qianyan finally let her go and got up to dress. He has been here with her for a few days and nights, and although the excerpts in the palace have been forwarded to the present for approval, he will not be able to go to the morning court for a few days, so he has to leave her and go back to the palace for the time being. A kiss fell on her forehead with great pity, and then reluctantly left. Before leaving, he also specially ordered to come down, strictly monitor Gong Jinbing, and never let him get close to Han Ruo.

It's a pity that no matter how powerful Gong Qianqi's subordinates are, they can't beat the people of Nuhua, and they can't beat Gong Jinbing, who is as cunning as the nine-tailed demon fox. As soon as Gong Qian's front foot left, Gong Jinbing's hind foot had already appeared in front of Han Ruo's bed.

Looking at Han Ruo, who was still frowning even in her sleep, Gong Jinbing felt a heartache, just looking at her bruises, you could guess why she frowned. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached out and gently rubbed her cheek with pity.

The terrible scar was still there, and it was becoming more and more terrifying, but when it fell into Jin Bing's eyes, it only doubled the pity in his heart. She gradually woke up, subconsciously slapped the hand that was caressing her face, and while tightly pulling the jade body that was covered by the brocade, she yelled in extreme annoyance: "Don't touch me!" Get lost! ”

"Are you telling me to get out?" Gong Jinbing didn't want to mention unpleasant topics to make her even more sad, so she deliberately pretended to be careless, and asked with a slight smile......

To be continued