Su Ruotang subconsciously exclaimed, clutching Mo Ronyan's clothes tightly with her little hands.
Her usually soft and sweet voice changed slightly, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"
The loose robe hung on the slender shoulders could no longer be hung and spread out unsteadily.
Like the white Begonia blooming under her body.
The snow-white and beautiful girl, with her hands held above her head by the handsome man, fell between the bright red dragon and phoenix bedding, with long ink hair and white robes underneath.
The ultimate red, the ultimate black and white form a gorgeous and enchanting picture.
The style is bright and lively.
next moment.
There was a faint cool feeling on the collarbone.
Su Ruotang bit her red lips with her tiny teeth and looked tremblingly.
When she saw what was at her collarbone clearly, her peach blossom eyes suddenly widened.
Under the dim light of the night pearl, a lifelike little jade fox was wrapped with a bright red ribbon.
The man's well-jointed fingers hooked around the band, wrapping around her wrist.
The last part hung down, and gently shook on her delicate cheek, causing tingling tingles.
Su Ruotang felt the danger. This feeling of being out of control and being manipulated by others was really terrifying.
"Mo... Mo Rongyan... let me go... we have something to discuss..."
"Shh!" The man's white and clear index finger gently pressed on her lips.
The clear voice left a message in her ear, "Third Princess, businessmen do not do business at a loss."
Su Ruotang's fair eyes were rouge-colored and attractive.
His smart eyes were covered with a layer of mist, making him look pitiful.
Bullshit, don’t do loss-making business!
He is a blood-sucking capitalist!
Mo Ronyan's movements were neither gentle nor heavy, and his cold fingers slowly moved from her lips to her collarbone.
He slowly finished admiring the beautiful picture slowly unfolding beneath him.
His cool eyes gradually became filled with a dangerous color.
With a slight hook of his clear-jointed fingers, the little jade fox sitting on the girl's collarbone rolled all the way down her fair and smooth skin.
Finally, he landed in that unspeakable position.
A cold feeling suddenly hit him from underneath him.
Su Ruotang's eyes were clear and rational, and his body suddenly froze.
Her eyes trembled, and she raised her weak little hand in disbelief and put it on the man's wrist, "Don't..."
Mo Ronyan's long fingers hooked the red belt on the little fox's body and caressed it carelessly.
His always clear and smooth voice is tinged with an alluring dullness, "thin strands of crimson strands of ice, the skin of ice, and the fragrance of greasy snow."
The cold feeling weakened, and Su Ruotang took a breath.
Having had this experience, she could naturally recognize the glamorous meaning of this poem.
Her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the crystal tears were like scattered diamonds. They trembled with the long eyelashes, bringing with them a broken beauty.
Those peach blossom eyes were filled with mist and full of confusion.
Her long hair, like splashing ink, was scattered underneath her body.
Her chest kept rising and falling, and she lay completely flat, looking fearless waiting for you to ravage her.
Although his body was obviously tense, he still didn't forget to discuss the terms, "Come on, I'll thank you for protecting everyone in Tan Mansion unscathed."
Mo Ronyan looked at her as if she was dead, and he pinched the little fox and played with it with his long, jade-like fingers.
He looked at her trembling eyelashes and the glitter at the end of her eyes, his eyes darkened, and he hooked his fingertips over the little fox to play with it.
Her tone was her usual calm tone: "Third Princess, I just want to compensate you, but you don't have to be like this..."
"Considering death."
He enunciated the last four words particularly clearly.
Su Ruotang slowed down, subconsciously closed his legs, and stared sadly at him - the jade carving in his hand.
Her little fox is dirty.
They are all this dog man, and she will never be able to look directly at the little fox again.
Before she could speak, Mo Ronyan reached out and took her into his arms.
The cold jade-like knuckles hooked the golden bell that he had taken out from nowhere.
He slowly tied the golden bell around her wrist and untied the red tie.
Outside the house, it started to rain at some point.
The patter of raindrops hit the eaves, making a slow and sometimes urgent ticking sound.
Inside the house, a girl covered in snow-white body sat on the man's well-defined waist and abdomen.
His dark hair was spread down his back, and his slender swan neck was thrown back. As his body swayed, the ends of his hair swept across the man's cold white skin.
Her slender wrists pressed tightly on the man's shoulders.
The golden bell on the wrist made a slow and crisp ringing sound at first.
Gradually, as the sound of rain became louder and louder, the sound of the golden bell became more and more urgent, mixing with the sound of the beauty crying.
Vaguely, a vague hoarse tone could be heard coming from the beauty's cries.
"Oh, you can't break your promise. Everyone in Hutan Mansion is fine~"
"Cry twice more."
"Oh, you promised me..."
"Cry again, and I'll be satisfied and I'll accept your request."
"Mo Ronyan!"
"You're so good. This compensation... I'm very satisfied with it."
...
Before his consciousness fell into darkness, Su Ruotang seemed to hear him agree.
With her mind relaxed, she allowed herself to be plunged into darkness by the waves.
The next day.
There was a gentle knock on the door.
"Third Princess, Miss Gu is here to visit."
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes in a daze. The bed beside her was already cold.
Su's hand accidentally brushed against the cool quilt beside him, and his green-white fingertips suddenly shrank.
If it weren't for the faint scent of cedar lingering in the air and the pain in her body, she would have suspected that everything that happened last night was a dream.
Warm sunlight shines into the room through the windows covered by gauze.
Su Ruotang rubbed the tips of her brows, lazily picked up the clean robe placed at the end of the bed with her long fingers, and casually draped it on her body and got out of bed.
However, her creamy skin was too smooth and tender, and the silky robe slid down her shoulders.
Su Ruotang's green and white fingertips subconsciously hooked the belt.
The next moment, I saw the little fox on the carpet from the corner of my eye.
The image of Mo Ronyan's slender jade-like fingers pinching the little fox and sliding across her skin suddenly appeared in his mind last night.
Her fingertips suddenly relaxed, letting the robe slip down to her arms.
Pursing her red lips, she stepped over the little fox with her white jade feet and walked towards the bath.
"Serve Miss Gu well. I'll be here in a minute."
