Transmigrated into a goddess from another world, and criticized the King of Yan for loving her like

He was hit unexpectedly and his head was tilted. His lips felt hot, but there were also a few cool traces. He knew without looking that the corner of his lip was broken.

He bit her lips, and Su Qingci cut his lips in return.

Yan Xuanye sneered. Great, she couldn't stand being wronged at all, she was worthy of being the woman he liked.

Yan Xuanye ignored the slapped cheek, and said angrily with red eyes, "I told you before I left that once you stamp the seal, you are my woman. How dare you think about someone else?"

He pinched her chin again. Jealousy and possessiveness had clouded his mind. "Su Qingci, do you really think I have a good temper?"

"If you make a mistake, you must be punished, otherwise you will never learn the lesson."

After saying that, he climbed onto the bed, pressed Su Qingci under him, and tore off her clothes with both hands.

She struggled hard: "Let go, you beast."

Yan Xuanye was stunned for two seconds after hearing this. He sneered even more and clamped her struggling movements. "You forced me to do this. I didn't want to touch you so soon. I wanted you to rest for a few more days and get better."

"But what about you? You're always thinking about that man in your dreams. What's so good about him that you think about him like that?"

Su Qingci wanted to speak, but his right hand covered her lips, "Hold it, I don't want to listen."

"So what if you love him?"

"Look carefully for me, who is underneath you now!"

"It is said that people in the Central Plains value etiquette the most and require women to be loyal. But if Lu Huan knew that he was killing enemies on the battlefield while his wife was enjoying the company of another man."

"What do you think he will think of you?"

Su Qingci's eyes widened, and she stretched out her hands to try to scratch his face with her nails. Although her mouth was covered, she continued to curse at Yan Xuanye, "Don't touch me! You beast, Yan Xuanye, you will not die well."

Not a good death...

The people of the Central Plains often say: "My body and hair are given by my parents, so I dare not damage them..."

A Han Chinese woman who took such good care of her body cursed him to die a miserable death. It seemed that she really hated him.

Even though his heart was broken, he still pretended to be nonchalant, as if he didn't feel any pain or discomfort.

Yan Xuanye stared at her for a long time with burning eyes, then placed a light kiss on her lips and said like a pervert, "Even if you feel comfortable later, you have to keep your voice down. The felt tent is not soundproof."

"But as long as you don't feel ashamed, there's no need to cover it up. We Fengyuan people are very open-minded. There might be several couples making love in the bushes outside right now."

She had experienced this kind of humiliation of defeat once before in the Prince's Mansion, but she was saved by Lu Huan that time.

As for this time, Su Qingci knew in his heart that he probably couldn't escape.

She regretted not putting a hairpin under her pillow so that she could insert it into the aorta in his neck at the critical moment.

But Yan Xuanye had told her before that she didn't need to wait for him in the evening because he had something to go out for, so she didn't prepare.

At this moment, being pinned down by him, Su Qingci felt angry and anxious at the thought that he might let Lu Huan down. His hands and feet were shaking, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Yan Xuanye's heart softened for a moment, but he quickly hardened his heart and still had no intention of letting her go.

It is said that women in the Central Plains follow their husband wherever he goes. Once they marry a man, no matter what happened before, they will make concessions and sacrifices for him and stay with him until old age.

In this case, I can't follow her temper tonight.

As long as tonight is over, she will be obedient and fall in love with him. There will only be room for him in her eyes and heart.

The sound of rapid panting continued to surround her ears. No matter how she tried to hide, she couldn't. Yan Xuanye locked her tightly in his arms.

Calling her name over and over again.

Aci, Aci.

The voice, filled with possessiveness and desire, lingered like a curse.

The soft black hair spread out, and Su Qingci was pressed down by him with a flushed face. She was powerless to struggle or shout, and could only let Yan Xuanye take endlessly from her...

The clothes had been completely removed, revealing the wolf head tattoo on Yan Xuanye's right chest.

The tattoo of the wolf head was extremely vivid. When she looked into his eyes, it was as if the wolf had come alive. His substantial gaze was filled with bloodthirsty ferocity and murderous intent, and he stared at her coldly.

Just like Yan Xuanye, ruthless, cold-blooded, and powerful.

In addition, the green earring on his left ear shone even brighter under the reflection of the candlelight, making him look wild and flamboyant.

……

Shameful and angry to death.

These four words perfectly revealed Su Qingci's mood, especially when she realized that under Yan Xuanye's teasing and actions, she gradually developed an indescribable feeling.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and guilt and grief overwhelmed her heart.

Su Qingci grabbed the wolfskin on the couch, refusing to let any sound come out.

After a long time, she finally couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't hold on any longer. She cried and begged, "Yan Xuanye, please kill me."

It was her fault that she hadn't been able to kill him.

But she was unwilling to be humiliated like this, especially by such a cold-blooded man who was scheming against her country.

Yan Xuanye paused and sneered, "You'd rather die than be touched by me? Do you want to be a chaste woman before you die, and go to hell with your short-lived husband?"

He was not angry, but just watched her make a fuss, thinking that after she was done making a fuss, and she became his woman tonight, maybe she would be able to accept this fact tomorrow.

After saying that, he turned around and dropped a bunch of rouge plum blossoms on her delicate skin.

She clenched her teeth and uttered a few words one after another, "He is... no, he is... a short-lived ghost..." He will live a hundred years.

He pinched her waist and panted, "Oh, all right. Tomorrow I will send another 100,000 troops to Prince Ning, and I will wait and see how Lu Huan dies."

Although he was also breathing heavily, it was still much better than Su Qingci. At least he didn't have to speak a complete sentence in a discontinuous manner.

Su Qingci arched her body, trying to pull away from his clutches again and again. However, Yan Xuanye panted heavily, pinched her waist and dragged her back.

After tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, Yan Xuanye became very addicted.

The ignited fire of lust has been burning for too long. Even if you pour water on it, it will be difficult to put out the fire once or twice.

Seeing Su Qingci's flushed face and weak limbs under him, he felt happy and excited.

But then she thought again, she had done it with Lu Huan many times before, so many times that no matter how hard he wanted it tonight, she couldn't get it back, and she felt depressed and irritated.

From her reaction, one could tell how many times Lu Huan had tried before. When she thought of this, jealousy surged in her heart, and her actions became a little rough, causing her to cry out.

It was like crying but not crying, like a cat's meow, soft and tickling his heart. Hearing her crying, Yan Xuanye felt much better.

I originally wanted to ask her who was more powerful between me and Lu Huan, but now I am too lazy to ask.