Chapter 629 This Is a Master

This woman is quite similar to Lin Yue'er when she was young.

But she is more beautiful and more delicate than Lin Yue'er.

When people see her, they can't help but feel pity.

A long-lost impulse rose from King Qi's Dantian. He knew that this was not Lin Yue'er, but he couldn't bear to let go.

The woman was weak and powerless, and she kept struggling in his arms.

The woman was wearing thin clothes and her body was very soft. He held her in his arms, and their skin was in contact, and King Qi's blood was boiling.

The woman was already crying "嘤嘤", one hand was against his chest, as if to push him away, but she rubbed it unconsciously a few times.

King Qi's body seemed to be on fire, and he couldn't bear it anymore. He picked up the woman horizontally, even threw away the sword in his hand, and whispered in the woman's ear: "Don't be afraid, I will love you."

The woman was still struggling, and every time she rubbed, King Qi's anger rose a little.

He held the woman in his arms and strode towards his yard.

The woman leaned on him, trembling all over.

The King of Qi looked down at her, wishing he could press her down immediately.

Not far away, they arrived at the King of Qi's yard, and he held the woman and went straight to the bedroom.

He put the woman on the bed, and she was even more beautiful under the lamp.

Her skin was like snow, and her eyes were half-closed.

Her tears fell on her cheeks, and she hugged her arms in fear. The double-breasted clothes on her body were squeezed and tore open, revealing a small piece of white and greasy skin in the middle.

The King of Qi couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his hand to pull down the bed curtain, hugged the woman and coaxed her softly: "Don't be afraid, I will love you well."

The woman cried and shook her head, "No, no, who are you, let me go quickly-ah-"

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That night, the King of Qi hardly slept.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't been so impulsive.

No, he seemed to have never been so impulsive.

The woman was weak and boneless, and holding her was like lying on cotton.

Not to mention, there are many other benefits.

It's really irresistible.

The sun rose high in the morning, and the King of Qi was still sleeping soundly with Qiong Niang in his arms.

The servants and maids didn't dare to come in to disturb them.

It was almost noon when the King of Qi woke up.

Everything last night seemed like a dream. He was in a trance and looked to the side.

There was a woman sleeping in his arms.

Her skin was like snow, her black hair was scattered on the pillow, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there were traces of tears in the corners of her eyes.

The King of Qi couldn't help but lower his head and kissed her on the face, and whispered: "My dear——"

Qiong Niang slowly opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her. The mist in her eyes gradually filled up, and then turned into tears and slowly slid down to the corners of her eyes.

The King of Qi was so distressed, "Don't cry, my dear, I was a little rude last night, I won't do it again."

Qiong Niang cried like a pear blossom in the rain, punching the King of Qi's chest with her little fists, "You, who are you?"

"You scoundrel, you have violated my innocence, I, I have no choice but to die..."

The King of Qi quickly hugged her and coaxed her, "Don't be afraid, dear, since I have taken your body, I will marry you."

Qiong Niang sobbed softly, "I, I don't want to marry a scoundrel like you..."

The King of Qi laughed, "You are already mine, who else can I marry if not me?"

Qiong Niang's face suddenly changed, she sat up from the bed, and she didn't even notice the quilt slipping off her shoulders, "You, you are the prince's brother-in-law?"

"Wuwuwuwu... What should I do? My cousin will definitely blame me."