"Not happy?" The eighth master asked.

"Nope." Mao Tongtong replied very simply.

"Really?" The eighth master looked at her and said, "You know who Guo Luo Luo is, and you feel uncomfortable, right?" ”

Mao Tongtong was silent.

Of course, she knew who Guo Luo Luo was. That is the eighth master's future concubine Fujin. She also knows her identity very well, just a small Gege. The wife and the concubine, in her opinion, are incompatible at all. But in this era when three wives and four concubines are legal, she can only accept her fate. Is it because of this that we are looking for death and life? She's not that vulnerable.

Feeling uncomfortable? The answer, of course, is yes. Anyone who sees a woman who wants to share a man with herself in the future can't be happy! What's more, this man still spoils her so much now.

When she thought that the eighth master had just seen Guo Luoluo's gentle expression, and when she thought that the eighth master might treat all these good things to her to another woman in the future, she felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Don't be tempted when you say good, and be chic when you say good! But she has been with the eighth master for a year, and she has been pampered by him for another year, if she really wants to be unmoved, then she will have no heart!

Two lives, this is her only man! How could she not be tempted? How could she give up in style!

In the past, she could pretend to be confused and escape. But when she saw Guo Luo Luo today, she clearly knew that what she should face was coming soon.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the eighth master was about to tear the handkerchief in his hand with both hands, and couldn't help but break her shoulders in distress and let her face himself, "Tongtong, even if she enters the door, the master will still spoil you." ”

No, it's not enough! Mao Tongtong had a voice shouting in his heart! She wants to say that you are not allowed to be good to her in the future, you can only be good to me alone! But she knew that she couldn't say it! She didn't dare to say it!

Tears gradually blurred her eyes, and one after another dripped down.

The eighth master reached out to lift her chin, gently stroked away her tears, and said, "Tongtong doesn't cry, believe in the master, okay?" ”

Mao Tongtong raised his eyes to look at the eighth master, and his eyes soaked in tears couldn't see his face clearly. It's so close, but it's like a veil. She tried to keep her eyes open, but she still couldn't see clearly.

Can you believe it? She asked herself silently in her heart.

She wanted to believe it, but she couldn't believe it!

Guo Luo Luo is the wife of the eighth master, and it is natural for him to spoil her, love her, and respect her. Only she is qualified to be a steward for him, and only she is qualified to stand side by side with him.

And she, a little Gege, can only stay in the backyard silently, waiting for his whim to come one day.

"Tongtong, you say something. Just don't trust the lord so much? The eighth master frowned slightly, wiping more and more tears on Mao Tongtong's face.

"Slave," Mao Tongtong choked up as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Hey, you." The eighth master sighed and reluctantly took her into his arms.

Leaning on the familiar embrace, smelling the familiar breath of the eighth master, Mao Tongtong felt even more sad in his heart.

Will the eighth master like Guo Luo Luo? When Guo Luo Luo and her clashed, which side would the eighth master stand on? If she is bullied by Guo Luoluo, will the eighth master protect her?

Many thoughts flashed in her heart, but she couldn't ask the eighth master. Could he understand the uneasiness in her heart?

The eighth master didn't speak again, just hugged her so quietly, and gently stroked her back.

The room was quiet, with the setting sun shining through the windows, and the afterglow falling on the shoulders of the two of them.

After a long time, the sound of the minions outside the house cleaning up gradually disappeared. It was getting dark, and it was time for dinner.

"Tongtong, let Qingzhu wash your face, and let the master pass the meal." The eighth master said softly.

But the person in his arms didn't move.

The eighth master looked down, only to find that Mao Tongtong fell asleep at some point. It's just that the tears in the corners of the eyes and the frowning brows are distressing to look at.

got up and carried the person to the bed, the eighth master was about to cover Mao Tongtong with a thin quilt, but who knew that she opened her eyes.

"Awake?" The eighth master asked, his voice was exceptionally soft.

"The slave is asleep again?" Mao Tongtong rubbed her swollen temples and said apologetically.

The eighth master glanced at her, leaned over and covered the person under him, Mao Tongtong's breath was stagnant, and his body hid back. It's just that she was already lying in bed, and there was nowhere to hide.

The eighth master stared at her for a while, then lowered his head and kissed her.

"Hmm." Mao Tongtong was defenseless, but he subconsciously gritted his teeth.

The eighth master closed his eyes, felt her resistance, and opened his eyes at once, and saw that fog had gathered in Mao Tongtong's eyes again.

For some reason, a fire rushed to his heart, and his right hand pinched Mao Tongtong's chin hard, and when she exclaimed in pain, the long tongue drove straight in, successfully priing Mao Tongtong's teeth open.

A hint of horror flashed in Mao Tongtong's eyes. The eighth master's kiss is not at all gentle as before, but it has a rare domineering and rudeness.

Just when she was stunned, she suddenly felt a pain on the tip of her tongue, and before she could react, the eighth master's big hand had already torn her clothes.

The mouth was blocked by the eighth master's lips, and Mao Tongtong could only make a whimpering sound. And the body's resistance can't withstand the Eighth Master's powerful arms at all.

Soon, Mao Tongtong was defeated under the strong offensive of the eighth master.

"Ahh She couldn't help but scream, and her whole body trembled with pain!

The body that was not ready at all was forcibly entered, and it was no different from the first night!

Was it her silence that angered the eighth master? Yes, he is a noble prince, and he has expressed his heart to her again and again. She is a small character, but she doesn't appreciate it. How not to make him angry?

He's venting his anger! She was just one of his possessions, whether he wanted to ravage or pamper, but in his thoughts.

What if she resisted? What about being sad and sad? It was his pampering that made her get carried away!

Mao Tongtong smiled bitterly in his heart, closed his eyes, and prepared to endure the next pain.

It's just that, unexpectedly, the eighth master stopped moving.

"Look at you!"

She heard the Eighth Master's order to hold back his anger.

When he opened his eyes, the black eyes of the eighth master were in front of him, blurry, and there seemed to be a flash of shock.

Don't let her think about it too much, the eighth master's kiss fell again, but this time it was a little more lingering. And his hand began to tease her nimbly.

The body gradually heated up, the consciousness gradually blurred, and those uneasy, sad and sad feelings were all left behind by her, and she was only immersed in the pleasure brought to her by the eighth master at this moment.

Due to the movement in the house, Qingzhu and Qingmiao could not come in and light the lights, so they could only stand guard outside the door.

At this time, the house was pitch black. Mao Tongtong unconsciously opened her eyes, but saw that the eighth master's dark eyes were looking at her.