Chongyang Palace.

The candle flame jumped and flickered, and Shu Wan knelt on the ground tremblingly, not daring to breathe.

The redness on her lips had not completely subsided, and the man in front of her was staring at her with burning eyes, his eyes dark.

"Look up." Xiao Yan's voice fell from the top of his head, and it was terrifyingly cold.

Shu Wan raised her head timidly, and the first thing that caught her eye was his luxurious and traceless moon-white robe, and upward, there was a jade belt and ring matching that bound the narrow waist, and finally his handsome and demonic face.

The angular outline, the cool and tight lips, and the sharp and deep eyes, like a bottomless abyss, looked down on her condescendingly.

Shu Wan was inexplicably overwhelmed by his dark eyes.

"Lord Wang, the slave won't dare next time." She took the initiative to admit her mistake, hoping to get his forgiveness and leave the oppressive Chongyang Hall as soon as possible.

Xiao Yan lifted her backhand and dragged her up, and Shu Wan was thrown on the bed by him before she could react.

Damn, the futon is still the same as yesterday, shouldn't he let her sleep here tonight?

"Oh...... And next time? Xiao Yan took off her shoes unhurriedly, rubbed them in her hands with her fingertips, and her eyes were playful: "Weak and boneless, you say, how about crushing?" ”

Shu Wan's feet are extremely well maintained, white and delicate, and the round toes are pink and tender, like red plums blooming in the ice and snow.

Xiao Yan couldn't put it down, and occasionally used too much strength, leaving a red mark on the instep.

Shu Wan was really afraid that he would crush her feet, and he had always done what he said.

"Lord Wang, I was really wrong, I won't dare next time." She shrunk her feet and tried to pull back, but he held her tightly and couldn't move.

"You like Rong'er very much?" He ran up his ankles, his slightly calloused fingertips running over her calves, slightly itchy.

"yes, I like it." Shangguan Rong is his favorite, the so-called love house and Wu, she always doesn't hate Shangguan Rong.

It's just that I learned a lesson today, and I have to keep a little distance from her in the future.

Xiao Yan's movements sudden, and the fingers holding the soles of her feet were retracted.

Shu Wan was in pain and couldn't help but gasp.

"How much do you like it?" He slowly let go of his fingers again, and the white instep was already clearly red marked.

Shu Wan pursed her lips aggrievedly, not knowing how to answer for a while.

She felt that no matter what she said, Xiao Yan would be unhappy.

"Anyway, don't worry, I won't hurt her, and I don't have that ability." Facing Xiao Yan's gloomy gaze, Shu Wan swallowed her saliva, propped her palms on the bed, and kept shrinking back.

"This king can see how endurance you are!" Xiao Yan approached step by step, his clothes were half-dissolved, and Shu Wan could see his perfect lines and textures, with a wild and domineering atmosphere, which made people struggle.

As soon as she retracted into the corner, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back, and her body was scooped up by him, and his strong and powerful body was bullied without saying a word.

The hand that hooked her waist forced, forcing her to straighten up, clinging to his chest, his breath lingering her tightly, and there was a rapid heartbeat in her ears, and she couldn't tell whether it was her own or his.

"Lord, the slave is just a slave of sin." She maintained the last shred of consciousness, but her breathing was already rapid.

"Yes, only the slave of sin belongs to this king!"

When the words fell, he didn't care whether she agreed or not, so he bullied her.

She wanted to resist, but she couldn't resist his teasing at all.

Under his guidance, she was like a demon, and fell inch by inch under his attack.

Today he was particularly out of shape, with unusual impatience, lacking his usual indifference and grace, until she was teased so much that her whole body trembled, forgetting everything, and drowning only in his kiss.

His shirt slipped off, revealing his sturdy and powerful body, as well as the two scars on his chest.

Shu Wan's gaze couldn't be taken away.

One of them was the one she had once stabbed with a hairpin, and the scar was smaller.

The other one was a little hideous, the wound must have been deep to the bone, only half an inch away from the heart, although it had healed, but it still left indelible traces.

She had seen him before, and she had gently stroked him with her hand while she was bathing.

But now that I see it again, I have another feeling in my heart.

This is what he once left for Shangguan Rong......

Suddenly conscious, Shu Wan pushed him away violently, her face pale.