Qi Miao curled her lips coldly: "Although I am not a good person, I will admit what I have done. It is impossible for me not to remember whether I have slept with you or not."

"I don't believe it!" Youmeng rushed towards him like crazy, clenched his clothes with both hands, and forced him to pull it away without caring about anything until his smooth and empty chest appeared in front of him. Youmeng was completely stunned.

On the chest on the left, there is no black textured tattoo... no...

It seemed as if a beautiful dream was shattered, her hands trembled, her eyes trembled, and her lips stuttered: "You are really not him..."

She withdrew her hand in disappointment, like a wilted flower in the rain, turning into a mute.

Qi Miao calmly lowered her eyes and looked at her disheveled clothes. She looked up at her and couldn't help but smile evilly: "I didn't expect that the princess is reserved and elegant on the surface, but she is such a hungry little ** in her heart?"

Youmeng suddenly raised an angry pair of eyes and stared at him hard: "What did you say?"

Qi Miao teased her playfully: "How could you take off men's clothes like this? You can't wait so much? Don't you like men to take the initiative?"

"Bastard!" Youmeng cursed unbearably, and after he cursed, he lifted the quilt and stayed.

Qi Miao pinched her wrist and said coldly: "Where are you going?"

Youmeng tried hard to break free from his hand: "I want to go back!"

"No one is allowed to go anywhere if the injury is not cured!" Qi Miao took action strongly and then kidnapped her back to the bed.

Youmeng pushed him desperately: "Where is this princess who loves to go, why should you stop me!"

Qi Miao pressed her shoulders firmly, approached her face, and smiled coldly: "What? You took off all my clothes and made the man look like this and it's not necessary to be responsible?"

Youmeng glared at him nervously: "What responsibility do you take?"

"Aren't you worried about whether I've slept with you?" Qi Miao suddenly used force and pressed her under her body, one by one, two faces were separated by a thread. He admired the horror in her eyes unrestrainedly, "It didn't matter before, we can have it now."

"Shameless!" Youmeng shook his hand in a furious manner, and slapped him on the cheek.

Qi Miao didn't cover her face and stared at her. With his power in Luoyang, no one dared to hit him, let alone a woman!

Seeing that he was about to eat her, Youmeng cursed in tears: "You are so lewd!"

"I'm lewd? Don't you blush when you say this?" Qi Miao held her wrist in pain, and her words were extremely vicious in rage. "Your father is planning to choose a prince consort for you. You are not married yet, so you slept with the wild man outside. Why do you tell me the 'first woman' and 'last woman'? Are you not lewd?"

Youmeng was ashamed of being said by him, and tears gushed in her eyes: "Stop it, bastard!"

He lost control and slapped another slap. This time he changed his hands and hit the other side. Qi Miao's wheat-colored face showed obvious red marks on both sides.

After being beaten, he remained motionless, his eyes were as cold as a knife: "Oh, the princess has a very bad temper? It seems that I need to establish a man's majesty for you."

As he said that, he buried himself in his head and forced himself to kiss her neck, completely ignoring that she was still injured, and could not stand the trouble. Youmeng cried and shouted: "Let me go!"

Qi Miaoquan hugged her waist and pussed with cold eyes: "You used to treat me as that wild man, and you were so charming to me. Where did the charming and charming spirit go?"

He said a little unwilling, as if he was competing with her. Why can't that man get what he can get?
Chapter completed!