She twisted her body, kicked her legs and twisted her body desperately, struggling hard, and resisting the man's approach.

The man forced himself on her, the weight of his body was like a mountain, his strong aura and overbearing restraint were irresistible.

She must accept what he gives!

"I don't want it!"

"Let me go!"

"ah!!"

Qin Ye screamed, glared, and struggled. She had never encountered such a thing in her entire life. The natural strength advantage of men held her down.

Her hands and feet could not move, she was like a fish nailed to a chopping board, helpless.

The clothes slid from the shoulders to the forearms.

My shoulders and chest feel cold...

No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get free. In panic, she raised her head and hit the man's shoulder, then opened her mouth and bit him hard.

“Hmm!”

The man felt pain and paused slightly.

There was no mercy in this bite, and I tasted the blood straight away.

The man glanced at the little head on his shoulder with an extremely cold gaze, pinched the woman's chin with his cold fingertips, twisted it hard, and pushed the person down on the couch.

There was blood at the corners of her mouth, mixed with crystal saliva. Her lips were slightly parted and she was gasping for breath.

This scene reflected in the man's eyes, arousing a deeper impulse.

"What are you afraid of?" He stared at her, his voice very deep, "Didn't the princess say that she loved me to death? Why? You don't even want to do this kind of thing with me?"

"Who was the person who drugged me in the first place?"

Qin Ye tensed his body, staring at him with bloodshot eyes:

"Let me go!"

"Letting you go, where are you going, and who are you going to find behind my back?"

"you!"

His words...

Did he know that she met Han Muxi?

Very likely!

Qin Ye suddenly understood why he was angry, but she had clearly drawn a line between herself and Han Muxi, and had not done anything to let him down, so she had a clear conscience.

He raised his head and said angrily:

"I am free to go wherever I want. My mouth is on my body, and my feet are mine too. Are you going to cut off my hands and feet and force me to stay in Prince Chen's mansion?"

The man's pupils shrank slightly. By saying this, did she admit her relationship with Han Muxi?

As the Princess of Chen, and his woman, she was openly touched by another man. Was he treated as a dead man?

"Qin Ye, you will pay for your words!"

He raised his big hand and tore off her clothes.

I felt a chill.

Qin Ye suddenly became as nervous as a cat with its fur standing on end. "Let me go! Why do you force me?"

"Because I'm your man!" After drinking, the man pressed down forcefully, pinched her neck and bit her collarbone.

"ah!"

Struggling, unable to break free.

Twist it, it won't come off.

The iron chains that bound his hands snapped.

She couldn't break free, and the man's movements were so violent and aggressive that she felt the danger deeply.

Falling inch by inch...

She slowly gave up struggling, and a sense of inexplicable grievance surged in her heart.

She clearly did nothing wrong, so why should she be treated so unfairly? Why should he hurt her just because of his whim?

She clearly cut off all ties with Han Muxi.

She was clearly well behaved, and didn't even touch the hand of a strange man...

The man's mouth and tongue went deeper, and he noticed that the woman's body gradually relaxed until she lay down and gave up. He paused and looked up.

Under him, the woman stared at him with accusatory eyes. Her eyes were already filled with mist and her eye sockets were red. She looked like an innocent little white rabbit that had suffered a lot of grievances and was accusing him of his atrocities at this moment.

His whole body stiffened and he suddenly woke up.

What was he doing just now?

Qin Ye seized the opportunity of the man's pause and finally twisted the restraints on his wrists. He pushed the man away, grabbed his clothes and ran out in a panic.

The man staggered onto the couch, looking at the woman's back as she fled in panic, then seeing the mess on the couch and the silver chain, thinking back to his loss of control just now. He ripped open his collar in annoyance. He had never felt such an irresistible loss of control before, and he was actually addicted to the aftertaste. Could it be that the woman was poisonous?

Damn it!

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He kicked the table hard, knocking over the pens, ink, paper and inkstone...