For the sake of a fleeting glance back then, Jiang Qingwan concealed her identity and married into the general's mansion, expending half of her cultivation to help the Qin family change their f...
"Night Seven!"
He suppressed a low growl.
Ye Qi didn't move, looking at Jiang Qingwan with red eyes.
Jiang Qingwan was very unhappy.
"Didn't you hear him calling you? Tie him up now."
Ye Qi was overjoyed.
"Thank you, Madam Jiang."
He immediately stood up, but before he could get close to Mo Yunhan, he was slapped away.
“You dare to betray your master to my face, you have some nerve.”
Ye Qi was so shocked by the palm strike that he coughed up blood, but he didn't stop and moved closer again, quickly binding Mo Yunhan tightly.
"Your Highness, once you recover, even if you behead me, I won't blink an eye."
Jiang Qingwan stood by the bed and gave him a disdainful look.
"He's completely loyal to you, don't you see that? You throw a tantrum just because you're sick, are you a child?"
The man turned his face away from her, his neck slightly raised in pain, glistening beads of sweat seeping from his pale skin, his Adam's apple bobbing, his clothes slightly open as he breathed rapidly, revealing a blushing collarbone that was so beautiful it was impossible to look away.
Jiang Qingwan couldn't help but lament that beauty can ruin a country.
This man is incredibly handsome.
She quickly suppressed the pounding in her heart and said seriously, "Mo Yunhan, you said the transaction was over. Since we're going to start over, there are some things I need to explain first."
"I don't need your help!"
Although Mo Yunhan called her over, he was angered by her unyielding attitude.
The thought of the phrase "absorbing yang to replenish yin" made him even angrier.
Jiang Qingwan also lost her temper.
She quickly tapped his waist a few times with her fingers.
The pain intensified and quickly spread to my waist, as if I had been cut in half.
Even though Mo Yunhan was usually able to endure, he couldn't help but cry out in pain at this moment. He bit his lip hard with his teeth, and the blood stained his thin lips a deep red.
The pain was too intense, so he simply closed his eyes.
Long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly.
It was a kind of beauty that was broken to the extreme.
Jiang Qingwan's heart trembled uncontrollably once again, and she subconsciously raised her hand to touch his bitten lip.
By the time she came to her senses, her thumb had already rubbed against the blood droplets and then gently touched her bright red lips.
The man's eyes suddenly snapped open, revealing a blood-red glare.
"I will kill you!"