Yin Mo listened in confusion, and couldn't help scratching the back of his head: "Could it be that the little princess also felt that she had gone too far, and now she regrets it, so she turned around to please you?"

Pei Yan's eyes were always fixed on the boat opposite and he shook his head.

He could feel that Chi Wanyue was not angry, but was serious.

Yin Mo glanced at the other side and leaned forward slightly: "Sir, the little princess has been here for so long. If she really made an appointment with you, is it inappropriate for you not to go for so long?"

Pei Yan was silent for a few seconds, then stood up and said, "Let's go take a look."

Just when he was about to turn around and leave the boat, Skylark walked out of the boat opposite, looking around as if looking for someone.

Pei Yan paused, and in the blink of an eye, Skylark was knocked unconscious. The figure on the bow carried the person and left, while another person entered the boat.

With a look on his face, Pei Yan paused: "Wait a minute."

Yin Mo also stopped: "Sir, what's wrong?"

Pei Yan pursed his lips: "Find someone to deliver tea and explore the situation in the boat."

"yes."

At this time, in the painting boat, Chi Wanyue was a little confused, her hands and feet were weak, she staggered back a few steps, but fortunately she did not sit empty.

She sat on the stool, holding on to the table. No matter how slow she was now, she knew she had fallen into a trap.

He raised his head and glanced at the boat, and at a glance he saw the incense burner beside the bed, with white smoke slowly rising from the incense burner.

Chi Wanyue tried her best to stand up, walked over crookedly, raised her hand and brushed the incense burner to the ground, crushing the raw incense inside.

Her dizziness became more and more severe, and her legs were so weak that she could not stand. When she fell back, she suddenly fell into the arms of a person, whose breath was hot and unfamiliar.

"Little beauty, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Chi Wanyue turned her head and looked over. She saw a man supporting her. He was tall and tall, with a dark face. He looked up and down with his eyes, not concealing the salivation in them. Chi Wanyue felt sick and wanted to vomit.

"roll!"

Chi Wanyue stretched out her hand to push him, but she was too weak to move the man.

There was already a huge disparity in strength between men and women, and now her hands and feet were even weaker and she couldn't escape at all.

Chi Wanyue was angry and anxious, her eyes were red: "Skylark..."

The man smiled even more obscenely: "Don't worry, that little beauty will be served comfortably, just like you."

Hearing this, Chi Wanyue became even more anxious: "Where did you take her?"

The man picked up Chi Wanyue and walked towards the bed, saying in a hurried tone: "Beauty, you can't save yourself, so don't worry about that little girl. Why don't we come and have a good time."

Chi Wanyue was so anxious that tears fell down: "Go away! If you dare to touch me, I will definitely let you die without a burial place!"

Her voice was soft and not intimidating at all, and her hands and feet were not strong enough, so her refusal was more like a refusal in return of a welcome.

The man put her on the bed, lowered his head and leaned towards her.

A big dark face slowly widened in Chi Wanyue's eyes. She suddenly took off the hairpin on her head and stabbed it towards the man's neck.

Unexpectedly, the man moved very quickly. He blocked it and the hairpin passed across his neck, causing a stinging pain.

The man covered his neck and took a step back, then put down his hand. There was blood in his palm.

The man glanced at Chi Wanyue with a fierce look in his eyes: "Damn it, you actually dare to hurt me!"

Chi Wanyue's hands were sore and painful, but she tried hard to hold the hairpin tightly, propped herself up and looked at him, her face was stubborn and cruel, but her words were weak, and she lost half of her momentum: "How dare you touch me again?"

, even if I die, I will definitely bring you to meet the King of Hell!"

She was born again and would never let herself experience the nightmare of having her innocence taken away from her again.

The man sneered: "You bitch, wait until I sleep with you and you will still be stubborn!"

He stretched out his hand to hold Chi Wanyue's wrist, and with a strong force, Chi Wanyue let go of her hand involuntarily in pain, and the hairpin slipped off the bedside and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

He raised his hand to slap Chi Wanyue on the face, but his arm was suddenly held by someone.

The man turned his head, but before he could see clearly who was in front of him, the sword flashed coldly, dazzling him and making him squint.

The next second, his arm was cut off at the root, blood spattered, and the man's screams echoed throughout the boat.

Chi Wanyue looked up and saw Ning Huaizhao's gloomy face. Grief and fear surged into her heart, and tears shone in her eyes.

Ning Huaizhao ignored the rolling and howling man next to him, and his eyes fell on Chi Wanyue.

Her hair was messy, her face was flushed, and two buttons of her shirt were torn open, revealing a white undershirt.

Looking at this scene, Ning Huaizhao's blood surged, and his eyes were full of cruelty. He wanted to tear that man into pieces!

He quickly stepped aside to block Chi Wanyue, stretched out his hand to take off his cloak, and said in a voice as cold as ice particles: "Qiu Feng, tie up the person and take him back to the palace."

"yes!"

Ning Huaizhao wrapped Chi Wanyue in his cloak, leaned over and took him into his arms.

Chi Wanyue grabbed his collar and said in an urgent tone: "Yunque, Ah Zhao, Yunque has been taken away."

"Don't worry, little princess. When we came here just now, we ran into the thief, and Qiulin had already followed him."

Hearing this, Chi Wanyue nodded, and her tense nerves relaxed, but her body was still trembling uncontrollably.

Most of her fears at this time came from her previous life. When she was approached by this man just now, her mind was full of images of being bullied in her previous life. They lingered like a poisonous snake, biting her bit by bit.

Eat her.

Chi Wanyue nestled in Ning Huaizhao's arms. Although her whole body was covered with his warmth and breath, she was still very uneasy. Her crying voice came out intermittently: "Azhao...I...I'm afraid...you

Hold me tight..."

A pair of lake-blue eyes were covered with a layer of frost, and behind them was a bit of heartache and fear.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down twice. Ning Huaizhao tightened his arms and held her tightly in his arms. His voice was low and hoarse, and he didn't know how much anger he had suppressed: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

His voice rang in her ears, finally giving Chi Wanyue a sense of reality and pulling her away from her fear little by little.

"A Zhao..."

Chi Wanyue burst into tears suddenly, wanting to cry out all her fears and grievances to him.

Listening to her cry, Ning Huaizhao felt his heart throbbing in pain. He clenched his brows in pain, and his voice became hoarse: "Chi Banyue, don't cry."

How could Chi Wanyue stop? She seemed to want to cry out all the fears from her previous life and throw them all out in front of Ning Huaizhao.

The throbbing pain became more and more severe, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on Ning Huaizhao's painful forehead, which glowed brightly under the candlelight.


Chapter completed!