Ye Wanqing finally saw the person in front of her clearly. It was Murong Yan. He had his shirt open, revealing his muscular chest. There was a scar on his chest that looked like it had healed recently.

There was a bloody mark on his arm, the blood had not yet dried, but it was no longer bleeding.

"Your Highness, Mmmm..." Ye Wanqing just pried his hands apart and called him, but he quickly covered her mouth again.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid the lady needs a favor." The warm voice as gentle as jade blew into Ye Wanqing's ears. She suddenly felt a tingling sensation, as if an electric current was flowing through her body.

Facing the broad chest in front of her, her reason gradually lost its footing. As her heart contracted, the desire in her heart was infinitely magnified. She reached out to his collar and hugged him tightly.

The knife in Murong Yan's hand fell to the ground with a bang. He hooked his hands around her waist, lifted her up and leaned her against the wall, then tilted his head back and kissed her pink lips deeply.

......

A Rao covered the wound on her shoulder and staggered. She looked back at the guard who was chasing her from a distance. The man was also staggering, stopping and starting.

Her face flushed and she was breathing heavily. Suddenly, she saw a carriage parked at the corner and quickly hid inside.

I saw that the curtain of the carriage was slightly opened, and there was a person sitting by the window. The soft moonlight was shining on his face, and his bright eyes were full of unconcealable melancholy.

When the man saw A Rao hiding in, he was immediately startled, "Who are you?"

"Don't talk." Without saying a word, A Rao threw the man to the floor of the carriage and covered his mouth to prevent him from making any sound.

Listening to the footsteps outside gradually getting closer and farther away, A Rao reluctantly pulled out the flying knife from her shoulder and pulled off the belt of the man under her, "Brother, help me!"