The light was shining, the night was quiet, Jiao Rong hated him, her eyes were closed, and she didn't want to see him. She couldn't tell whether it was panic or hate or anything else. Her body trembled slightly, so she hurt him.
A gust of wind blew and the wine gradually dissipated. He was drunk, but he knew it. He knows he hurt her, she may hate him forever! Hate him? He ordered ninglan's sleeping hole, got down from the Dragon couch, put on his clothes and walked out of the sky palace. Before leaving, I didn't forget to leave a kiss on Ning Lan's forehead. My big hand stroked Ning Lan's face gently and reluctantly. Sighed, a loneliness from the depths of his soul pressed heavily on his heart, making him feel that his breathing was very difficult and his breathing would be painful. This was the first time he forced a woman. He knew it would be hated by her, but he didn't regret forcing her.
Compared with losing her, tonight, even if you can't get her heart, even if you only get her body
But what trickles out of the heart? Is it his blood? Why did his heart feel so empty when he got her? Empty, nothing but darkness!
As soon as Jisuo, who was guarding outside the sky palace, saw that Hanming came out, he immediately came forward and asked in a low voice, "King... Do you need to give medicine soup?"
Jisuo's voice was ignored by Hanming. His eyes were as cold as a knife. Jisuo immediately lowered his head and didn't dare to ask another half sentence. The answer couldn't be clearer. The regretful giso wanted to bite his own tongue. The king loves the princess. Why should he ask such stupid words? However, as a slave, there is still a process. Who calls him a slave?
He looked back, his face was cold, thought about it, and ordered the palace maids: "the good waiter is waiting for the princess and never leaves. If the princess makes a mistake, he will destroy the nine families!" he was a little worried about her.
Han Ming's words fell on the title of the book outside the door. The palace maid immediately answered, "I'll obey your orders."
Han Ming Feng frowned coldly and ordered Ji Yan and others to go alone
His heart was a little confused and he couldn't tell what kind of mood he should be. Every time he was upset, he would go to a place to see his father. Now he wanted to go.