Ling Shang's hand strength was unexpectedly heavy.

The touch of his palms was also rougher than normal—like a layer of thorns.

After Ye Mushen exhaled in pain, those thorns were put away by Ling Shang again.

Ye Mushen thought to himself, Ling Shang was a thorn from head to toe.

But these thorns can be controlled by Ling Shang.

Ye Mushen followed Ling Shang around the commotion and was taken to a dark room.

Ling Shang was still clasping Ye Mushen's hand.

He closed the door and waved his hand to light the candlelight.

The room is filled with a collection of calligraphy and paintings in an elegant style.

It was the first time for Ye Mushen to see Ling Shang so angry, and he couldn't help but panic.

He asked weakly, "Ling Shang, what are you bringing me here for?" ”

Ling Shang didn't answer, and reached out to pick off the flower hairpin pinned to the hair bun of Ye Mu ginseng.

The thick long hair suddenly fell on Ye Mushen's shoulders.

The Tsundere Hall Master was caught off guard and shouted softly, "Ling Shang! ”

The next moment, Ye Mushen's belt was also torn open.

His delicate and elegant long skirt was peeled off by Ling Shang three or two times.

Ye Mushen couldn't slow down, and licked his dry lips, "Brother Ling Shang, I don't mind making love with you here. But here are some sages and elegant masters, you are not afraid ......"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Shang rolled up the women's clothes and sent them into the brazier.

Ye Mushen noticed that Ling Shang was really angry, and he didn't dare to speak again.

The candle flame shone on Ye Mushen's well-defined face, and his long hair curled up lazily on the side of his face—at first glance, it did seem that some women were charming.

Ling Shang only glanced at it casually and then looked away.

He took out a piece of white wax, twisted it and sprinkled it in the brazier, and then lit a fire and threw it in.

After a while, the room was filled with green smoke.

The long dress that was carefully selected and liked by the night ginseng was burned to ashes.

"Ahem, you really don't like me pretending to be a woman so much?" Ye Mushen pursed his mouth in disappointment.

Ling Shang looked at him angrily, still silent.

"You don't like it...... Forget it...... "Ye Mushen said more and more quietly, "you don't need to burn this water skirt, right?" How pretty......"

The flame in the basin has not been extinguished.

Ling Shang didn't know when he had bent the flower hairpin and threw it into the brazier.

Ye Mu Shen's throat was dry, "I don't understand, what do you have to be angry about?" Yue Yan said that my appearance is not inferior to your red dress last time, you really don't suffer......"

"Isn't it fun?" Ling Shang sneered and asked, "Do you think it's great to have a laughing arrogant hall?" Do you think that with Mrs. Zhou as a backer, you can do whatever you want? ”

This is too sharp and serious.

Rao is the best at sophistry, and he can only be stunned at the moment.

Ling Shang's pale cheeks revealed a slight ruddy color in the candlelight.

Although he was enveloped in a vivid layer of anger, he seemed to be closer than usual.

"I didn't ......," Ye Mushen confessed in a hoarse voice, "I'm not kidding you......"

Ling Shang stepped up to him and looked at him aggressively, "Ye Mushen, I know yourself better than you. ”

"Huh?"

"Last time, ......" Ling Shang's hand rubbed around his waist through Ye Mushen's thin underwear, "Isn't the lesson for you enough?" ”

Ye Mushen naturally can't forget the extremely messy night not long ago.

Fine sweat oozed from his forehead, and his breathing became cramped, "I wasn't ready last time...... No, no, no, I'm inexperienced......"

He then pulled out a difficult but bewitching smile, and wrapped his hands around Ling Shang's waist -

"Once born and twice matured, Brother Ling Shang, do you want to test it, what did I learn from the last lesson?"