The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

She raised her hand and pulled the jade hairpin from her hair. Then, she directly stabbed Ji Wenyuan's chest.

She didn't want to stab him to death in the first place. She just pretended to be proud and angry.

As for Ji Wenyuan, he had been slapped by her before. How could he still be stabbed by her now?

He easily grabbed her white wrist and pulled her into her arms.

The jade hairpin fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

When the jade hairpin was untied, the long raven-green hair fell down like flowing water and scattered on the woman's face.

"Your Majesty! At this point, it's better for you to be obedient. Otherwise... I can't promise that I will do anything violent." The woman was hugged from behind. The big hand grabbed her wrist and tightly held her in his arms.

Ji Wenyuan looked at the woman in his arms.

Her facial features were bright and beautiful. The dragon robe was more suitable for her.

She looked at him. Her phoenix-like eyes looked calm, but there was intense hatred hidden in them. Her charm was heroic.

"Your Majesty..." Ji Wenyuan leaned over and bit her neck from behind.

That faint fragrance, was it the usual little basil fragrance?

It lingered in his nose, but he couldn't help but let loose on her snow-white neck, nibbling lightly.

"GET LOST!" Xia Ling struggled.

She had never let him leave a mark on her body.

But it was precisely because of this that Ji Wenyuan watched her struggle. His deep eyes hid a burning passion, but his tone was low.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty doesn't care about yourself. What about General Lin Lang? They have always been loyal to Your Majesty. If Your Majesty doesn't want to see them again, I will immediately bestow poison wine... How about it?"

The man's voice was deep, like the murmur of a lover.

However, his tone was even more threatening.

When Xia Ling knocked out Lin Lang and the others, she originally wanted to use this as a weakness and give it to Ji Wenyuan.

Now...

In this tense situation, Ji Wenyuan used this "weakness" very well.

Xia Ling was very satisfied.

"Shameless!" She cursed.

...

Unexpectedly, after she cursed, the five little flowers lit up again.

"Shameless? I am far inferior to Your Majesty. Your Majesty is going to give me medicine. How can I be better than Your Majesty?'' Ji Wenyuan deliberately bit her neck and sucked hard.

Xia Ling cried out softly. It was painful, but also a little numb.

"Ji Wenyuan, I hate you!"

"Hate me? That's good. It's better than letting me watch you fool around with the masked men."

Her snow-white neck showed cyan-purple and red hickeys, like blooming flowers, which made people daydream.

He was holding her, a man and a woman, and their relationship was not that innocent.

In Ji Wenyuan's arms, there was a faint fragrance of a man, like a snow-tousled pine tree, but also with a scorching temperature.

His strong chest and big hands were holding her tightly.

"Ji Wenyuan, let go of me! I'll kill you!"

Xia Ling continued "I would rather die than surrender."

And the man seemed to like her struggle. The more she struggled, the more he pressed her down on the bed and teased her. When she could not stand it anymore, he became more and more passionate on the bed.

Xia Ling was extremely comfortable.

When she was panting heavily in Ji Wenyuan's arms.

Ji Wenyuan held her in his arms, still in a controlled posture. He held her wrist with 30% of his strength, preventing her from slapping him like before without saying a word.

Xia Ling's eyes were brimming with tears. With her back facing Ji Wenyuan, she asked, "Ji Wenyuan, can you make me yield like this already?"