The lights in the Yingxiang Garden were bright, and although Nighthawk was surprised, he just lowered his head and didn't ask more.

"Hmm.... It's hot... The heat is dead! ”

In the elegant and delicate bedroom, Luo Ling was lying on a large bed and pulling the clothes on her body vigorously, her whole body was hot from the medicinal effect, and she urgently needed to find a cool place to dissipate heat.

The man next to the bed casually took off his dark purple coat and threw it on the ground, and as soon as the belt was untied, the robe on his body slipped off, revealing a strong and muscular figure.

Luo Ling, who was half-asleep, dimly saw a majestic figure pressing up, and before he could figure out what the situation was, he fell asleep dizzily and never woke up again.

In the middle of the night, she seemed to dream of those days in Chenjiazhuang, and the old friend named Li Zixuan didn't know what happened?

At that time, he always came to Chenjiazhuang to pester her without face, and when he had nothing to do, he would accompany her to spend his days and make some novel things for her. Until a year ago, he suddenly hinted at her admiration but she politely rejected it in a joking way!

Later, she married Zhao Tianming, and she never met her!

"Zixuan! ... Zixuan, don't go! ”

She couldn't help but shout Li Zixuan's name, if time could be turned back, she would rather agree to Li Zixuan's love than marry Zhao Tianming!

Xiahou Yan's big hand caressing her face suddenly froze in the air, his face was dark and gloomy, although he didn't fall in love with this woman, but she actually called another man's name on his bed?

This made him a little unbearable as a dignified Nine Kings!

"What a bold woman, are you dying?"

The man was furious, and a big hand pinched Luo Ling's neck fiercely, and he was about to strangle her to death.

Luo Ling didn't wake up, she seemed to have returned to Xiangwangfu in a trance.

Zhao Tianming choked her neck, forced her father's divination master, and ruthlessly threw her to the dungeon jailer on the day she cried, this was the first time she cried very sadly, betrayal and the truth were too cruel for her!

The so-called love is just a scene he performs, in order to use her father's talent to help him seize the throne, she cries heart-rending in a half-asleep dream, and her sorrowful voice is mixed with sincere feelings for him,

"Am I your woman? You can't do this to me, please don't do this to me! ”

Because of Xiahou Yan's choking of her neck, her voice was hoarse, and people couldn't help but feel sad, and inadvertently, a crystal tear slipped from the corner of Luo Ling's eyes, and it dripped hot on the big hand that choked her neck. The big hand trembled obviously, and when he saw Zhang's beautiful face turning iron blue because of difficulty breathing, his heart was shocked, and he was inexplicably flustered, and he completely let go of his hand!

Xiahou Yan's mood was also inexplicably sad, he had never had such a strange feeling, and after being stunned for a moment, he comforted himself,

"Hmph, it's just a woman, for the sake of you being the first woman in this king, I'll spare you for the time being!"

After saying that, he vented and ravaged Luo Ling again without pity, and this time he did not pity the jade at all, but punished him severely!

Luo Ling was still in a coma, and at this moment she closed her eyes and scolded the man on her body,

"Ahh Painful to death... Bastard! Dead perverted! Fowl. Beast..."Luo Ling blurted out, directly scolding the words that could be scolded.

Bastard! Dead perverted! Fowl. Beast! Is it?

The man's brows were furrowed deeply, and the damned woman dared to scold him!

If you don't give her a taste, he won't be the Nine Kings Xiahou Yan! In the next second, the man cut her hand behind her back and punished Luo Ling with all his strength,

"Do you dare to scold this king? It's pretty powerful! He was a little proud, not really angry because Luo Ling scolded him, but a little indescribable pleasure.

After tossing all night, early the next morning, Luo Ling opened her eyes slightly, her head was swollen, and the soreness of her whole body as if she had been crushed made her unable to move.

I'm trying to remember what happened last night, and suddenly I feel something strange on my head, like an arm?

Luo Ling saw the sleeping man next to him in a panic!

How could she forget this face that had poured all beings down?

What's going on? Didn't he leave mercilessly yesterday?