You really want someone to make an exception.

Fu Ying lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on Qinglan's red ears. The blood-red color was like the sunset, bright and brilliant.

The corners of her narrow eyes curled slightly, and there was a faint smile in her eyes.

The pain of breaking the contract with the Frost Plains tribe and the line between life and death in the mud flow tore a hole in Qinglan's heart. With an obsession that gnawed into his bones and marrow, he left the tribe and ran thousands of miles to find her.

Now she can be sure that the evil deeds and debts owed by the original owner have finally been truly resolved.

Such a clean and cold orc was stuck in the spider web she carefully woven and found it difficult to break free.

At this moment, Qinglan suddenly turned around.

He was still sitting on the rattan chair, the jade ornaments in his hair jingling. Hesitantly, his slender hand gently grasped Fu Ying's hand, then closed it. When he looked up at her, his gray-brown eyes were hotter than sparks.

Fu Ying met his eyes, which were clear and bright, as if he could see through her skin and into her soul.

Her fingertips paused slightly, and the faint red at the corners of Qinglan's eyes spread. Her ethereal voice was filled with broken pain: "It hurts when you break the contract... right?"

His Adam's apple rolled and he held her fingers tighter: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"I should have told you earlier. From the moment you stood alone in front of the Frost Plains Tribe and stopped the avalanche of snow for me, I regretted it..."

His gray-brown eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of amber, his brows drooped, and he pressed against the back of her hand. His hot breath burned Fu Ying: "I really regret saying those cold words... I regret it every day..."

Fu Ying stared at Qinglan's tense shoulders, with an almost pious posture, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

She gently stroked his fingertips with her fingertips, and said slowly and slowly, "Talking is not enough. Why don't you teach me how to punish you?"

Qinglan's breathing stagnated, and a rapid gasp escaped from his throat.

His clear and ethereal voice was a little hoarse and a little nervous: "I..."

Fu Ying chuckled softly, pulled out his hand, and slowly slid his fingertips down along the line of his spine. He could clearly feel Qinglan's body trembling and his thin muscles suddenly tensing.

She suddenly closed her arms and pressed him towards her.

Qinglan's forehead was pressed against her soft belly, and every inch of her skin could feel the rise and fall of her breathing.

Her fingertips slid gently and restlessly, Qinglan's breathing became more rapid, his body began to tremble, and the corners of his eyes were like blurred peach blossoms.

Fu Ying leaned over, her red lips pressed against the tip of his blood-red ear, and her charming voice was filled with sweet temptation: "How about giving birth to a little leopard with me?"

Qinglan's breath was burning, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down uncontrollably.

There was an alluring scent on her that shattered his rationality. Her clear gray-brown eyes were filled with a misty crimson, and the corners of her eyes were also stained with an arousing blush.

A happy smile appeared in Fu Ying's eyes, and he gently lifted Qinglan's chin with his fingertips.

His usually cool and indifferent eyebrows and eyes were now flushed red, and even his breathing was trembling and disordered.

As expected, the more aloof and beautiful a woman is, the more fun it is to tease her. It is really itchy to pull her down from the altar with your own hands and watch her tremble in your palms.

Qinglan reached out to pull her, but Fuying deftly dodged her. She opened her red lips slightly and said, "Not now."

Fu Ying took two steps back and when he looked back, there was a cunning light in his eyes: "Build a good bamboo house..."

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable of her words, and lightly tapped her neck with her slender fingertips, then slid them down to her collarbone, saying meaningfully, "I'll go and inspect it myself..."

Qinglan took a deep breath to calm the heat surging in his body.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, staring at Fu Ying, his clear voice filled with hoarseness: "Okay."

Fuying leaned against the door and watched Qinglan's figure disappear into the bamboo forest shrouded in rain. He could vaguely see several tall figures picking new bamboos.

She turned around, sat down at the table, and kicked Buyehou's waist with her toes: "Have you heard enough?"

The Buyehou, lying on his back on the bamboo plank, suddenly opened his eyes. His colorful glass-like pupils reflected a faint dark light under the lamplight, like a poisoned gem. His cold voice was filled with sarcasm and murderous intent: "If you don't kill me now, one day, I will make you live a life worse than death!"

As he finished speaking, the flames in the brazier flickered, as if frightened.

Fu Ying played with the bamboo teacup in his hand, brought it to his lips, took a sip, and moistened his throat.

She stood up and stood at the junction of light and shadow, looking down at the Marquis of Buye.

His waterfall-like black hair spread out on the green bamboo planks, his messy clothes were half-open, revealing a piece of cold white skin. The spring scenery reflected on the enchanting butterfly pattern on his cheek, making it even more strange and gorgeous, as if a real poisonous butterfly was resting on it.

But those eyes, as gorgeous as a rainbow, were alive and vicious.

"Kill you?" Fu Ying suddenly chuckled, and a seductive arc appeared on her red lips.

She stepped on his heart with the tip of her shoe and said in a long, charming voice, "That's so boring..."

"These are not what I want."

The tip of her shoe moved slowly, passing over his heart and landing on his pale collarbone. She applied a little force and rubbed it slowly and methodically until a charming red mark appeared on the cold jade-like skin.

He felt pain and a suppressed groan escaped from his throat.

The Fantasy Butterfly Clan has never been a strong and healthy orc race.

"Kill me if you dare!" Buyehou sneered, his colorful eyes full of hatred.

"That won't do." Fu Ying raised her lips and looked down at him with a smile, but there was a coldness in her eyes: "You heard it just now. If you make me angry, you will pay the price."

The veins on the side of Buyehou's neck were exposed, and his voice was cold and violent as he shouted angrily, "I would rather die than bear offspring with a wicked woman like you! I feel disgusted just by touching you!"

"That's not up to you." Fu Ying curled the corners of his narrow eyes slightly, sneered, and moved the tip of his shoe down, pressing lightly on his most vulnerable spot.

The body of Buyehou suddenly tensed up, his jaw jerked back, and a few suppressed groans escaped from his throat.

"Zerg males are no different from other Orc males, right?" Fu Ying asked doubtfully, but glanced at him coldly, with such a condescending attitude.

The fingertips of Buyehou were tightly curled together, fine beads of cold sweat were dripping down his forehead, his breathing was disordered and rapid, and in those gorgeous colorful eyes, there was still surging undisguised hatred and resistance.

"I've always disdained to force things, but you're so unruly..." Fu Ying chuckled softly and suddenly exerted force on her toes. The Marquis of Buye looked painful, but she curled her lips and said, "I really want to make an exception."

"Since you can't escape, just stay here and be obedient."

"Once you give birth to cubs, I will let you go back."

Fu Ying retracted her legs, leaned closer, and gently patted Buyehou's cheek with her white hand. Her movements were so light as if she was teasing a caged beast. She smiled, but her eyes were cold.

If it were a normal time, just coax her a little.

But the Marquis of Buye had a violent temper, and she was very dissatisfied with what he did today. Since trying to be nice and gentle didn't work, she had to resort to force.

Among the blooming flowers, it is interesting to see a thorny flower appear suddenly.

Isn’t this a coincidence?

What she is best at is pulling out thorns.