He called out his identity in his ear like a ghost. Youmeng was so scared that she even started to tremble: "How could you..."

"I know your details?" He asked for her calmly.

Youmeng is confused, this is impossible. She always dresses up when she goes on a disguise and does not leave her real name. How many people in the folk know that she is a little princess?

He said coldly: "I came for you, so I know you very well."

"..." Youmeng couldn't understand, what does "come for her" mean?

"I want you to feel my body well." As he said, his hand stroked along her chin to her neck, which made him enjoy it, as if sliding over soft silk satin. "Now tell me again, am I a human or a ghost?"

"You are so arrogant..." Youmeng lay under him, trembling as she touched her. She felt that this man was so sinister and weird, as if his hand would use force at any time, and instantly cut off her neck, "Who are you!"

"You don't have to know who I am, you just need to remember that some things are destined." He pressed into her ear like a nightmare beside his pillow, squirming with his lips, light but fascinating, "You will be mine sooner or later."

"Barewell...shameless!" His words frightened Youmeng to the core, and he would rather die than obey what he called "destined" and "You talk nonsense!"

"Then let's see?" He smiled slightly and made the air colder. "You can struggle, but you will eventually be like this and cannot escape from my palm."

Youmeng's body was stiff, her eyebrows were frowning and tears were filled with tears: "I don't want to see you again..."

"Then you will regret it." He gently sucked and kissed her ears, and the warmth and ambiguous numbness surged throughout Youmeng's body again. "Once you meet me, the good show between us will begin. Without my permission, you cannot quit."

Youmeng shrank her neck and wanted to avoid it, but she couldn't stand the intimate itch: "What a good show?"

"Today I'm just thinking I'm paying a deposit." He stopped the joke in her ear, stood up slightly, leaned over and wrote a deep and long kiss on her lips. Youmeng couldn't avoid it, and could only close her eyes and wait for it to pass quickly.

Until he reluctantly took it back, hung a vague but chilling face above, holding her side face with his palm leaned closer, "Remember the wonderful feeling tonight, I will come to you again."

After speaking, he quickly pulled himself away and blew away like a gust of wind. Youmeng suddenly stood up and shouted: "Stop for me! Hello!"

But because of her inconvenience in legs and feet, she could not get out of bed and chase after her. She could only watch the figure flash through the door and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

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The man walked out of the courtyard and stood at the gate of the moon. In the bright white moonlight, he thought quietly and couldn't help but raise one hand. His bent knuckles touched his bitten lower lip, which was stinging. But when he recalled the lingering scenes just now, he made a smile on his lips, which was so secretive.

The spiritual practitioner was holding a plate of medicinal wine and gauze, as if waiting for a long time, and approached and asked, "Young Master, her wound..."

He came back to his senses and said indifferently: "It's okay, you can go in."

The spiritual cultivation nodded respectfully: "Yes."

"But..." His hesitation made the spiritual practitioner confused and raised his eyes. He said, "She may have been frightened, please look at it and comfort me."

The spiritual cultivator's eyes sank, and he understood his words: "Well, I understand the young master."

He suddenly came out and returned to the place he should have returned.
Chapter completed!