Female Mercenary Transmigration 2: Smiling as the Clouds Rise
Chapter 6: 6.第6章 洞房里,杀气十足2
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The man raised his head, the blood at the corner of his mouth now mixed with that of another person.
Hua Wuxin felt the sharp pain in her earlobe; without even looking, she knew that the man's lips were also stained with her blood.
Her heart was shaken to its core.
In the midst of her struggle just now, she had suddenly realized that this man entangled with her was actually a peerless expert.
His martial arts prowess was entirely on par with her own.
His strength was even more staggering; the arm pinning her body down felt as if it were cast from iron.
It left her with not even a shred of room to resist.
In the struggle, aside from increasing the ambiguous friction between their skin, it also added a trace of feverish desire to the man's originally cold eyes.
A desire as simple as the most primal kind.
Yet, it was ruthless!
Curling his lips, he smiled at Hua Wuxin. "If your father knew that the daughter he painstakingly sent into the palace to serve as Empress for just one day would be sent to the Cold Palace tomorrow, how would he feel?"
Listening to the man speak such nonsensical words in a lazy tone, Hua Wuxin felt a surge of irritation. She spat out two words viciously: "You're insane!"
In the next moment, a sudden burst of intense pain surged through her body, causing her eyes to instantly narrow into slits.
This damn man...
"Bastard!"
Hua Wuxin only had time to utter three words before they were scattered by the heavy thrusts within her body.
As she involuntarily curled her body to dodge, the man's lips bit heavily against hers, swallowing the rest of her words.
He raised his head, his eyes even more burning than before.
Watching Hua Wuxin's lips, which had rapidly produced beads of blood, the rhythm of his body became even more violent.
But it remained a ruthless desire; while increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts, his voice remained cold: "If provoking me is your little game, then you have succeeded!"