This damn girl was willing to take advantage of the situation. Murong Jinghong let go of his hand and softened his tone:

"Girl, I didn't tell you to think about it. If it were you, one moment you were warm and fragrant, and the next moment you woke up with cold dew, what would you think? What would you do?"

Ruoxue also knew that she was in the wrong and left quietly, but if she told him, would he let her go?

"What I did was wrong. Is it just because of this that you have a reason to be violent to me?" There was a trace of disappointment in Ruoxue's eyes. One moment, she said softly that he would only love her, and the next moment he grabbed her neck and warned her.

Pay attention to your tone of voice. Men always speak so beautifully.

Murong Jinghong's tone raised a few points, and he strongly disagreed, "Violence? Is that also called violence? Real violence, I'm afraid your lovely head is no longer on your neck."

"What you're talking about is called mutilation!" Ruoxue retorted not to be outdone.

Ruoxue's pretty face turned red, maybe because she was coughing, maybe because she was angry with Murong Jinghong, but it was all a kind of eye-catching style. Just this little bit of style made Murong Jinghong take a soft breath, "Girl, you

I just pretended that my brain was congested, my brain was short-circuited, and my limbs were out of control. I didn’t check for a while, and then I came into close contact with your beautiful neck."

Murong Jinghong became shameless, but he didn't look like an emperor. He was three points better than those gangsters on the street. With a gentle voice and a look of remorse, Ruoxue was the most unruly towards such an uncle, "Do you think

It's a stroke, you can't even think of such words!", his jade fingers pressed Murong Jinghong's lips to prevent him from continuing to speak.

"Girl, don't be angry with me anymore. A similar situation will never happen again! I promise!" Murong Jinghong took his jade finger in his mouth and said confidently.

Ruoxue withdrew her finger and glared at Murong Jinghong. This damn man was so frivolous that he didn't look like an emperor at all. He was just a pathetic woman. She often liked such bad-tempered men. Ruoxue was not immune to her unwillingness.

She forgave him so easily, but he was willing to be rough with her. Thinking of this made her feel infinitely aggrieved.

There is nothing serious about Fengshen's handsome face. In Ruoxue's eyes, such an uncle is no longer the supreme emperor of the Ziyu Empire, but a handsome man, a man with a smile on his face to please his woman. Such an uncle is kind.
Chapter completed!