Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Before Mu Zhou could see who the person was, he was pushed down on the couch.

She tried to push away the person in front of her, but he easily grabbed her arms and pressed them above her head, leaving her with no power to fight back.

The familiar smell of ambergris came, and Mu Zhou also adapted to the dark environment.

At the same time, she finally saw clearly the man who was suppressing her.

Mu Zhou was stunned: "...Your Majesty?"

"Heh." A sarcastic sneer reached Mu Zhou's ears, and he felt that his hoarse voice was full of danger. "Zhou'er, you are so familiar with me."

Under the faint moonlight, the brutality on Qin Moyao's face was clearly visible.

He controlled Mu Zhou's wrists with one hand and slowly stroked her cheek with the other.

The soft touch gradually deepened his desire for abuse, and as his fingertips continued to exert force, Mu Zhou finally couldn't help but groan.

The strong oppression is almost suffocating.

Qin Moyao's reflection was reflected in her eyes, and fear gradually spread.

Qin Moyao lowered his eyes and admired her fear and panic.

She had the fragrance of a bath and the wetness of water vapor on her body, which aroused a trace of greed in his irritable heart.

Qin Moyao wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then casually slid his fingertips down to her neck, making slight circles on her smooth skin, his movements ambiguous as if flirting.

But the special shape of his neck made his movements a little dangerous.

Qin Moyao seemed like he would strangle her neck at any time.

Mu Zhou was trapped under him and didn't dare to breathe.

I only heard him speak softly:

"Has the prince ever touched you?"

There was a strange chill in the low and hoarse voice.

Mu Zhou's eyes widened instantly and his face turned pale for a moment.

Her reaction pretty much proves it all.

Qin Moyao's expression was no longer stable, and the anger in his eyes was obvious:

"Did you volunteer to fall off the cliff that day?"

Because of Mu Zhou's fall from the cliff, he was repeatedly disturbed and worried about her safety, but he didn't dare to let himself think about it.

Not until she returned safely did he finally let go of his worries.

But as for her, she may have volunteered to fall off the cliff with the prince.

Perhaps something else happened between the two of them at the bottom of the cliff.

Whenever Qin Moyao thought about these things, he couldn't stop the urge to kill.

Facing Mu Zhou's tear-stained face, he no longer felt any sympathy.

Qin Moyao straightened up slightly, and with a cold face, he untied the belt around his waist with one hand, revealing his muscular upper body.

Then, as Mu Zhou continued to struggle, her hands were tied tightly and trapped on the hollow carvings in front of the couch.

Mu Zhou couldn't move.

Qin Moyao looked down at her, his voice cold and expressionless:

"Now, you should behave yourself. This time, there will be no prince to save you."

Hearing him mention the prince, Mu Zhou paused in his struggle and said nervously:

"What happened to the prince?"

Qin Moyao was so confident, he must have done something. Mu Zhou couldn't help but worry.

Seeing that she was so lively and moving only when she mentioned the prince, Qin Moyao's tense face instantly cracked.

He had to admit that a surge of jealousy welled up in his heart at this moment.

But that doesn't matter.

He is the Son of Heaven, and there is no one in this world that he needs to be jealous of.

If there is, just kill it.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Qin Moyao's eyes.

He did not answer Mu Zhou's question, but leaned over, holding Mu Zhou's face, and spoke in a voice that seemed to be poisoned:

"Zhou'er, you are a smart person. You should understand that the most important thing now is to please me."

He slowly placed his hand on the buttons of Mu Zhou's inner garment.

Mu Zhou was wearing thin clothes at this time. As long as he gently peeled off the plain white clothes, her fair and attractive body would be exposed in front of him.

Qin Moyao's throat rolled, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

Mu Zhou clenched his teeth tightly, his hands were tied and restrained above his head, and his tear-stained face looked particularly sad.

Qin Moyao couldn't help but kiss the corner of her eyes, feeling the slightly salty tears on his lips and teeth.

The thin fabric on her body could not withstand the slightest tearing, so Qin Moyao easily peeled off the laces, revealing the light pink tube top underneath.

His eyes darkened instantly, and he reached out to tear off the last bit of cover.

There was silence inside and outside the house.

Unusually quiet.

But at this time, Qin Moyao no longer paid attention to these things. His mind was full of the person under him.

He wants her.

So what if I and the prince are in love with each other.

Mu Zhou will only be his woman.

When his fingers finally touched the soft fabric, Qin Moyao couldn't help but tremble.

Just then, a loud bang exploded in my ears.

The door was kicked open.

Debris flew everywhere.

Qin Moyao's face darkened, and he instantly pulled the thin blanket over to cover Mu Zhou tightly.

He picked up his coat and put it on loosely. The moment he turned to face the person who came, his serious and cold face regained its casual and arrogant attitude.

He was not surprised at all to see that the person who came was the prince, who was not supposed to be there.

At this moment, Qin Huai was like a demon crawling out of purgatory, emitting a cold and terrifying aura.

His phoenix eyes, which resembled Qin Moyao's, were full of sharpness. As he stepped closer, every step carried a strong sense of oppression.

Qin Moyao put on his clothes carelessly, with a playful look in his eyes:

"Huai'er, it is not the duty of a prince to disturb the concubines while they serve father in bed."

He didn't care at all that Qin Huai was already blood-thirsty at this time. He held a bloody long knife in one hand and there were some blood stains on his face. He didn't know whether they were his or someone else's.

Despite being stimulated by his words, Qin Huai still had no expression on his face.

He spoke, his gravel-like voice revealing a distinct chill:

"Father, I now understand your actions."

Because only by standing in the highest position can you protect the people you want to protect.

Only then can you not be shackled by anyone.

Qin Huai regretted it.

He should not have seized power step by step and tried to gradually control the court.

He should have taken the same path his father had taken long ago.

Fight your way to the throne and seize the world with your own hands.

Qin Moyao didn't expect him to say that. After a moment of stunned expression, he suddenly burst into laughter.

His son eventually took the same path as him.

Perhaps the blood of their Qin family is flowing with the blood of fathers and sons turning against each other and killing each other.

The prince could appear here safely, presumably, his people outside... and even the ministers who supported him in the court, had been controlled.

Qin Moyao's face turned pale for a moment, but he still looked at him sarcastically:

"Is what happened today beyond your expectations? Acting so rashly and impulsively..." He looked into the inner room with an unclear expression, "Is it worth it for a woman?"

Something like trying to seize the throne would certainly affect the entire body, so one must be very careful and not make any mistakes.

But for Mu Zhou, Qin Huai disrupted all his plans and rushed here with a knife.

regardless of costs.

Qin Huai did not answer him.

He raised his hand indifferently and stabbed Qin Moyao's shoulder with the long knife without mercy.

He looked coldly at Qin Moyao's face which was gradually losing color, and suddenly pulled out the knife.

Watching him fall to his knees.