She is like this medicine, a little bitter, but she especially wants people to abuse her.

Zhan Mijiang kissed down, and the people under him didn't know where the strength came from, and they pushed him away violently.

Her face was flushed with anger, and there were waves in her eyes, but she refused to shed tears.

This is the person who told her to like her for the rest of her life.

But it turns out that his so-called likes are all lies.

The little fairy, who never said mean things, smiled sarcastically: "Isn't the prince having fun outside?" ”

Hearing this, Zhan Mijiang was stunned.

What he wanted to explain was that he was just accompanying someone else, and he didn't actually do anything.

Seeing her mocking appearance, Zhan Mijiang's heart was inexplicably on fire.

He approached little by little, and the person on the bed was holding his neck, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of coldness and arrogance, just looking at him without dodging.

When Zhan Mijiang was almost face-to-face with her, he replied: "That's natural, women outside can go on casually, but it's different for the princess." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand, tied her hands with a belt, and tied them to the head of the bed.

In the battle between the two just now, she was already disheveled, her slender legs were exposed from the fabric, and her right ankle was still wrapped with white gauze.

Zhan Mijiang easily separated her knees with her hands, and slowly slid up her skin.

Her little struggle was like a mayfly shaking a tree to Zhan Mijiang.

Zhan Mijiang smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

He bit down on her collarbone, and unsurprisingly felt the tremor of the man below him.

"No matter how beautiful and touching the woman outside is, she is not as clean as you." As he spoke, his hand finally fell to the place where it was fatal.

The body in the palm of his hand retreated.

She bit her lip tightly, but she couldn't get his intrusion.

Finally, an irrepressible moan came out of his mouth, and Zhan Mijiang's voice carried indescribable malice.

"Madame is more charming than those famous prostitutes, how can a husband give up you?"

Such filthy love words came out of his mouth, and tears finally crossed the corners of her eyes.

But the drunken Zhan Mijiang couldn't see it clearly.

He crushed her underneath.

A room of spring, full of melancholy.

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By the time she woke up again, there was no one around.

The light of the setting sun shone in through the window, and the person on the bed reached out to block the sun, as if to block the tears he was about to shed.

Ye Chuijin sighed in satisfaction: [Ah, this light! What a light this is! 】

The system ignores her.

Ye Chuijin was not spoiled at all, and she began to recite a poem in a low tone: [Is this the light of an ordinary sunset? No! It's not! This is the light that shines into the dark world of happy life! This is the light that leads to the future! 】

The system couldn't help it: [Wasn't you quite happy before?] Why is it a dark world? 】

Ye Chuijin's face was full of contempt: [That's me making fun in suffering. 】

System: [..................]

It's just that what Ye Chuijin didn't expect was that such a happy life hadn't happened for a long time since that time.

Because after this incident, her foot was broken again.

Zhan Mijiang frowned when he heard the news, and didn't say much.

It just so happened that during this time, he finally learned of the death of his beloved.

When Concubine Hui died, she said that she had died of illness, and it was no secret that he inquired a little.