Snap——

The iron chain jingled slightly, the man heard footsteps and looked up. In an instant, his leaning posture looked like a prey waiting to be attacked. His gloomy eyes were as deep as an ancient well, and the cold air hidden in them froze the air.

The thin lips opened:

"Come in."

The word "dull" does not reveal any emotion, such as joy or anger.

Somehow, Qin Ye's heart tightened, but she hadn't done anything wrong, so why should she feel guilty?

Calm your mind and step inside.

Suddenly, the man raised his sleeves, unleashed an internal force, and slammed the door.

Bang!

Qin Ye subconsciously turned around and saw that the door was closed, but before she could react, she smelled a dangerous breath approaching her.

Turning her head back, she saw the man standing up and walking towards her. His tall and strong body cast a huge shadow. He approached her step by step, and the dark light enveloped her inch by inch. He was playing with the iron chain nonchalantly at his fingertips.

"you……"

Qin Ye felt a slight chill on his back, and his body tensed up involuntarily.

"What’s wrong with you?"

He looked at her coldly, his voice even colder:

"Does the princess know the true purpose of these things?"

The silver chains were wrapped around the slender white joints. The man's face was so cold that it was infuriating to both humans and gods. Against the backdrop of a black robe, his aura of abstinence and coldness was brought to the extreme. His whole body exuded a deadly coldness, which was also deadly danger.

"I don't want to know!" Qin Ye's sixth sense told her: this man is very dangerous.

Don't get close.

She reached for the door and tried to run as fast as she could.

But, the man is faster.

He put his arms around her waist and threw her onto the small soft couch five meters away.

Qin Ye cried out in pain, and just as he raised his upper body, a body as heavy as a mountain pressed down on him. His wrists felt cold and were bound by iron chains.

"What are you doing...hiss!"

The man grabbed the end of the chain and bound her hands above her head, wrapping them around the small pillar on top of the couch.

Immediately, Qin Ye lost his freedom.

She was a little panicked. She twisted her hands hard, stretched her legs, and moved her waist, struggling hard.

The man's big hand fell on her waist, slid up, and then slid up again, grabbed the clothes on her shoulders, and tore them off with his hand.

Swish!

"ah!!"

Qin Ye felt a chill on his shoulder, sensing the danger, and kicked him with both legs, "Let me go, what are you doing! Let me go!"

The man raised one leg and held her legs firmly, with his palm on her waist:

"What are you struggling for?"

He untied the belt of the black robe slowly and said, "Isn't this the princess's own choice?"

"The one who touched your things was the young marquis, you must know that. Why are you mad at me? Let me go, Zong Zhengchen!"

She looked up at him, her voice almost a roar.

The man did not retreat but instead moved forward, grabbing her round shoulders with his big hands and gently stroking her delicate and deep collarbone, his eyes darkening a little.

This woman's body always arouses his most primitive desires.

He did not suppress this desire, and his palm slid straight down, "After being married for so long, the princess should also fulfill her wife's obligations."

"ah!!"

Qin Ye trembled all over, as if he had been electrocuted. The next second, he tensed his body and struggled desperately.

"Let me go! I don't want it!!"

She would never be raped by a man she didn't like without any clear reason.

"Zong Zhengchen, let me go, why are you crazy? I don't like it, I don't want it, I refuse!"