"Do you know how dangerous the situation was that day? Who is the prince of Xixia? Do you know him? If you don't know anything, you dare to stand up and say his words. How did I tell you before I set out? I told you to follow me all the time. Do you do whatever I want you to do. When I don't let you speak, don't say anything honestly! But did you listen? You took it all as a wind in your ears!"

Yinmang was slandering and scolding, Su Wanrong was confused. After a while, she realized that what the man was angry these days?

His breathing was heavy, his face covered with frost. His dark eyes seemed to be able to burst out with flames, staring at her fiercely. This look was obviously several times more scary than just now. But when he saw him angry, Su Wanrong not only had no anger at all, but even the little aggrieved feeling that had just developed in her chest disappeared without realizing it.

She even held the corners of her lips, smiling with her eyebrows and eyes: "Not as exaggerated as you said, am I okay? The return gift was resolved, and everyone was happy."

"That's your luck!"

Yinmang gritted his teeth when he said this sentence.

He lowered his head and met the face of the little woman in his arms. His eyes moved down, and the bedclothes were light and thin, with a loose front collar. Under his white and beautiful neck, a corner of peach powder wrapped around the white and tender bulging was exposed.

The tender and small one is beautiful in every place, and is delicate in every place. She looks like a banshee who has cultivated into a spirit, specifically confusing men's consciousness.

"What kind of dress did you look like that day? You had already given birth to a man with a hooked man, who allowed you to dress like that? Look at what looks the people here looked at you on the day of the banquet? Yes, nothing happened to you. The prince of Xixia, his eyes beads were almost stuck to you! How could he bear to let you do something?"

It was really ugly. It was as if she deliberately dressed in an inappropriate manner, which seduced the prince to compromise and make concessions to her.

However, she wore court uniforms that night, which was the most dignified and formal. What's more, the reason why the fakes in the return gift could be properly resolved was that she was not betrayed her appearance, but that she was obviously adapting to the situation and conquering people with wisdom? How could she be as unbearable as he described?

For a moment, Su Wanrong felt quite insulted. She also became angry and couldn't help but stare at him and said, "The body, hair and skin are my parents. What kind of appearance do I have? I am most afraid of to decide? Do you think everyone in the world looks like you? I have all my minds all day long!"

When Yinmang heard this, he was extremely angry and laughed. He snorted coldly, "Even a person like me who doesn't value women will be lost by you. Of course, those ordinary people have no self-control compared to me!"

This sentence is quite reasonable.

Just like him who sees her every day, he looks like a lewd embryo that has never seen a woman in his eight lives. He is embarrassed to say that he does not value female sex and has strong self-control. Su Wanrong finds it ridiculous when he talks about it.

Maybe he had figured it out, and the man was not happy with her, so he was venting his anger. He raised his eyes and glanced at him, and snorted, "Whatever you think."

And Yinmang is just showing off his anger right now?

At the dinner, the girl was dressed up in a grand manner, wearing pink makeup, standing there talking, with a generous look. Her appearance was as beautiful as a peony flower blooming in the wind on the branch, which was simply eye-catching.

When I recalled, the stunning and coveting eyes that were cast towards her, as well as the young prince, took the initiative to attend and talk to her. The naked exploration and interest in her eyes were completely unconcealed.

Men know men the best, but Yinmang knows the most.

This little girl always seems to have the ability to inadvertently lure men into obsession. When he thinks of the prince looking at her eyes, he feels extremely unhappy.

It was indeed not her fault to be born like this as a man who was born to harm a man. She was wrong, and she had no idea and insisted on showing off. A woman with a man should stay behind him honestly and be protected by him.

Only for a while, he became angry. After neglecting her for so many days, Yinmang naturally felt much less comfortable.

He hugged her whole in his arms, slowly lowered his head, and pecked and kissed her white neck. His thin lips were hot, gradually rising, and while his burning breathing was blowing, he held her tender ear beads in one mouthful. His voice was low and hoarse, and extremely gentle:

"As a person as beautiful as you, I shouldn't have taken you out to show up in public. You should lock you in the house, tie it to the couch, and sleep with me every night..."

Su Wanrong:...

The words said were not gentle at all.

Su Wanrong pursed her lips and didn't say anything. She let him hug her. After a while, she tentatively pulled a corner of his mid-trousers.

Yinmang's head was still buried in her fragrant neck. He noticed her light movements, squinted his eyes, and said "Hmm?" in his nose.

So, Su Wanrong asked, "If you are no longer angry, can you... go out and take a shower?"
Chapter completed!