Chapter Ninety-Eight: Bastard Gong Moyao
"But...... All right! Although Xiaoyao was a little hesitant, she still agreed, and after drinking a glass of wine, Gong Moyao was going to take her off her makeup again, he said, it is more comfortable to wash your face, and it is easy to talk.
Xiaoyao nodded again.
After washing her face, Xiao Yao was abducted to the bed by Gong Moyao, saying that she was talking while making a baby, how could Xiao Yao agree, she hurriedly struggled and shouted: "Gong Moyao, don't be like this first, listen to me, Gong Moyao, you listen to me Actually, in fact, you have been deceiving yourself, you don't love me, if I don't look like Moshu's mother, maybe I don't know what my name is, what I look like."
I, I don't want to continue like this, I don't want to be that substitute in your heart, I, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I won't be able to do without you, so ......" Xiaoyao bowed her head and burst into tears.
"So, you want to leave me, do you?" Gong Moyao's dark eyes turned from joy and excitement to anger, his eyes were full of anger, he sneered, and violently tore open Xiaoyao's dress.
"Sting~"
Maybe he was too angry, from the outer clothes to the inner clothes, they were all cut in half, Xiao Yao covered the body of * in surprise, but Gong Moyao had already presented the scenery under him into his eyes, he angrily pulled away Xiao Yao's tender white arms, pressed them on both sides, and lowered his head to gnaw on the woman's delicate collarbone.
Xiaoyao's eyes widened, how could he ignore his feelings like this, suddenly, a pain struck, and tears fell on the pillow down his eye sockets and disappeared.
That night, someone was destined not to sleep, I don't know how long it lasted, on the chaotic bed, Gong Mo was lying on the delicate body full of red, with thin lips against Xiaoyao's ears and kept muttering words like "I'm sorry, I was wrong", but Xiaoyao closed her eyes from beginning to end and ignored her.
From her chin downwards, there were shocking kiss marks and tooth marks all the way, and her slender long arms were also covered with bruises and purple pinching marks and kiss marks.
Gong Moyao remorsefully kissed Xiaoyao's protruding butterfly bone......
The sky was slightly bright, Xiaoyao almost didn't sleep all night, she struggled to get up from the bed, but, as soon as she stood up, her legs staggered, and she threw herself to the ground quickly, Gong Moyao was quick to catch the naked Xiaoyao, pulled the futon and wrapped it around her thin body, and said distressedly: "I may not be able to walk today, I will go out tomorrow, get dressed now, let's go to breakfast first, huh?" He rubbed Xiaoyao's chin gently.
Gong Moyao hugged Xiao Yao, who was speechless in the futon, and after a long time, he ordered outside the palace: "Come on, go and get two sets of clothes for the princess." ”
"Yes!" The footsteps outside the door faded away.
Gong Moyao leaned on Xiaoyao's neck and confessed: "Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry, I know that I did such a mess to you last night without your permission, it was my fault, you forgive me this time, okay?" I swear, there will never be a next time, unless you agree.
Xiaoxiao, I really know it's wrong, you can beat me and scold me if you want, don't be bored, I'm distressed, huh? "But, no matter how Gong Moyao spoke in a low voice, Xiaoyao shouldn't. She was angry, she was angry with Gong Moyao for treating her like that, such a reckless behavior, what is the difference between her and * her, what does he Gong Moyao treat her for.
"Xiaoxiao, I didn't mean to, you ......"
Xiao Yao raised her eyes, met Gong Moyao's apologetic eyes, and said coldly, "You didn't mean to?" Gong Moyao, I used to live in a drunken building, but what do you think of me, do you think of me as a prostitute? Didn't those people get permission from the prostitutes, you didn't even ask, just treated me like this, then you, Gong Moyao is too shameful...... Woo...... Ahh......h
You, aren't you just relying on your status as a prince to oppress me? You are the third prince, so what's the big deal! I'm not rare, not rare at all, woo...... If I hadn't liked you, you, Hiccup...... You think I want to rely on you! Whining...... You hate it to death, bastard...... Woo~"
Tired of crying, she quietly snuggled in Gong Moyao's arms and sobbed, and only after Xiaoyao regained her composure, Gong Moyao dared to speak: "Lady, I was wrong." ”
Xiao Yao bowed her head and looked at Gong Moyao with a sincere face, like a pug that pleases her master, Xiao Yao actually smiled unexpectedly, feeling that after venting, she was not so angry in her heart, she pinched Gong Moyao's handsome man: "You can't treat me like that in the future, unless I allow it." ”