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Following him out of the courtyard, Luo Shang saw the palanquin that was stopped outside the door. Nearly a hundred guards stood up straight, and seeing that they had come out, they all knelt down.

He really came prepared. He had long since predicted that he would obediently return with him. As expected, he really didn't let him down.

Luo Shang looked at the Eight Carriage that was glowing with a golden halo of light. The wind blew the curtains, the interior was extremely luxurious and spacious. She stood there quietly, the complicated feelings in her heart unable to be hidden.

"I know what you are thinking, but you should also know that no matter how hard you try to think of escaping from me, the result will still be the same." Leng Shaoyu patted her shoulder, and laughed lightly, his smiling eyes carrying a bit of fox beauty, and those deep round eyes seemed to see through her even more than she did himself.

Luo Shang's body felt a little cold, and even her shallow breathing turned white with the cold air of the late autumn. Not once did her indifferent eyes look at him, and she directly walked towards the palanquin, and under the curtain pulled by the guards, sat inside.

The man half closed his eyes and watched her as she sat inside before taking elegant steps.

Hundreds of bodyguards followed the carriage, while Mo Yun rode on his horse as he walked from the east side of the street to the west side of the capital city.

The wind of late autumn gently blew against the curtain of the carriage, bringing along a scarlet fiery maple along with it. After tossing and turning it a few times, it gently landed at the feet of the woman in the carriage.

Lowering her eyelashes, Luo Shang lowered her body and reached out to pick it up. Coincidentally, the car was unsteady, so a bump caused her to lean backwards, falling into his embrace.

The man took the opportunity to embrace her slender waist. With an enchanting smile that was filled with warmth, he flirtatiously teased her, "Madam, if I, as your husband, don't do anything, I'll be letting you down."

Being pressed by his hand against her slender waist, Luo Shang forcefully pushed him twice before she could barely sit up. Suddenly, her wrist was forcefully pulled by him, and her entire body jumped into his embrace once again.

The palanquin was large enough for the two of them to do something about. She lay on the soft seat, her dress falling to the ground, her eyes wide open as she stared at him.

"Let go!" Luo Shang looked at him coldly, her eyes full of complaint and anger.

Leng Shaoyu pressed down on top of her body, caressing his handsome face with his long hair before landing beside her ear. When his charming eyes were full of love, it made people unable to stop themselves from drowning in his emotions.

"He looked down at her, lifted her chin with his long fingers, and spoke softly and slowly." "In this lifetime, don't ever think about me letting you go again."

Her large palm slowly caressed her soft and tender face which was somewhat haggard as she muttered: "Don't leave me, Luo Shang …"

In a split-second, Luo Shang's heart suddenly became sour. If those words were spoken in the past, she would definitely be moved to tears. However, now that she heard it, she felt as if a sword had been placed across her chest, causing her to feel extreme pain.

With a low voice, his kiss came from her lips.

It had been a long time since he had contact with her, but the smell of this woman was something Leng Shaoyu could never forget.

Initially, he only wanted to tease her to give him a hug. However, as soon as he touched her body, the intense desire in his heart continued to breed, turning into a deep desire for her.

Hearing his heavy breathing, Luo Shang opened her eyes wide. She tried to push him, but to no avail, her hands were caught by him.

The man ran his hot hands down her earlobes to her neck, then up to her high chest, through the thin fabric of her dress. He seemed unable to satisfy himself.

His strength was very light, so light that it made people go limp, but even with his gentleness, Luo Shang only felt that she was being humiliated.

His hand slowly pulled off her clothes, exposing half of her shoulders as he reached down.

Child, you can't … Luo Shang pleaded over and over again, but she was still unable to shake his heart. Suddenly, she felt pain and disgust in his heart, followed by a wave of disgust.

Her vomiting made the man instantly turn cold and stop. Leng Shaoyu frowned, his entire face no longer had the same temperature as before. He released his hand, but did not speak, and only sat back down.

Was she disgusted with herself? He was her husband. Why couldn't he touch her? The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she felt. If it was the past, he would definitely not spare her. But now … Leng Shaoyu took a deep breath, suppressing the displeasure in his heart.

"Stop the palanquin!" He frowned and ordered unhappily.

The two guards bent over and carefully pulled open the curtain. They saw that the man was agile. He got out of the car, got on his horse and rode away.

The guard was confused, he could only smile at Luo Shang, closed the curtain and continue walking.

The hand grabbing onto his clothes slowly loosened, two drops of tears fell on his legs. Luo Shang caressed her lower abdomen, and in the blink of an eye, she looked out the window at the sky.

Child, no matter what, mother will protect you well, and she will definitely bring you away from here …

She didn't know how long she had been walking on the road. While she was still drowsy, she absentmindedly heard the sound of the carriage falling.

She opened her eyes wearily, but she was startled by the arm in front of her. His arm was tightly wrapped around her shoulders, allowing her to lean on his most comfortable chest. The warm chest was so familiar. It was so warm that Luo Shang's eyes unknowingly became wet.

The man's breathing was still heavy, and he was frowning. Luo Shang remembered that every time he fell asleep, there would always be a deep ravine carved on his forehead. Did he also have something to worry about? Luo Shang did not know, and just watched quietly.

How long, how long she did not look at him carefully, this face that was like an emperor, was cold and proud, but it also had an aura that made people revere him. However, she wanted to see through him, to when she would be able to see through this man.

Luo Shang laughed maniacally in her heart. If he had seen through long ago, why would she be alive like this?

"Haven't you seen enough for so long?" His eyes were closed, and his thin lips only moved slightly, producing a pleasant magnetic sound.

Hearing the voice, Luo Shang quickly avoided her gaze. She moved, and accidentally pulled off the white cloak that she was wearing, and was about to pick it up, her hand grabbing her shoulder tighter.

After struggling for a while, to no avail, Luo Shang raised her head and looked at him. By this time, the man had opened her eyes. Those deep and charming eyes were as beautiful as amber.

"Didn't you leave?" Luo Shang was surprised.

He had just left in a fit of rage, only leaving behind a cloud of choking gray smoke. Why had he come back? He was actually able to lean against his chest and sleep comfortably. Thinking about this, he felt ashamed.

Leng Shaoyu pulled on the tassel hanging by her ear, and without the previous anger and eagerness from before, he said in a neither slow nor slow manner: "I came back when I knew you needed me."

He did leave, and when he thought about how this woman vomited at that time, his entire face was dark to the point of ashen, yet he was unwilling to leave her alone here. In the days that Luo Shang was not around, he finally knew how important this woman was, and how much he cared about her.

"His chin was lightly pressed against her forehead, and the arms around her were as soft as water as they wrapped around her body." Luo Shang, regarding the Luo Family, actually... "

Just as Leng Shaoyu was about to explain the cause of Lo Ke's death, the carriage suddenly stopped, and the guards outside reported that they had arrived at the outer city of the Duke Palace. Due to the sudden delay in reporting, Leng Shaoyu finally stopped talking.

When they arrived at the Wang Mansion, the long street was filled with kneeling maids and servants. Each of the maids covered their faces and cried while pinching their fingers and holding a handkerchief, watching the carriage slowly approach from afar.