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Yue Chanjuan tightly closed her eyes, lowered her head and automatically covered Tuoba Fei as she lightly swayed her waist.

Tuoba Fei was unable to contain himself any longer. Thus, he grabbed Yue Chanjuan up and tightly hugged her to his chest.

Why ask too much?

Tonight, she was destined for him!

He had waited for this day for too long. After tonight, he was her man, her master, and also the owner of this Wang Ting, the owner of the Great Moon Branch, as well as the owner of the Western Regions.

"Prince, I beg for your mercy … No …"

He was the ruler. Regardless of whether it was in the imperial court, on the battlefield, or on the couch, he would always be the undefeated Prince Xian of the Left, the man who controlled everything.

The heavy curtains covered the moving figures, leaving only the dark spring breeze. The echoing sound made people blush.

She was no longer the proud and aloof Princess Wuyou of the past. She was just a girl that he couldn't wait to have fun with, a graceful and charming little girl, his woman.

Where was my lover?

The ancient country was far away, a foreign land in a foreign land!

He was alone and had experienced many hardships. How many times had he been the only one to protect her? He had hurt her, using her as bait, but he had saved her time and time again, protecting her.

Hatred?

Fear?

Reverence?

Love?

It was already hard to tell what kind of feelings he had towards Tuoba Fei. Was he going to make use of Tuoba Fei or did he really have him in his heart?

Did he have her in his heart again?

How could a beauty of the river and mountains be taken lightly?

Subversion of the river and mountains to win the beauty? Or did he win against her?

Did he want her because he wanted her? Or should he continue to use her? Was it for her beauty, the identity of the princess of the Great Qin Empire? Or would he help her take revenge?

"This King says that you want me to take you, to be my woman."

"Chenqie wants …"

With a low mutter, Yue Chanjuan found it hard to suppress her emotions, and her consciousness began to grow hazy.

The person in the capital should have a beauty by his side now. Would they be the same as her and Tuoba Fei?

His heart suddenly hurt. His fingernails pierced through the bright red quilt. The peony was rich, and the phoenix soared into the air. Originally, it had been prepared for her grand wedding. The curtains of the tent were red, and it reminded her of all the bloody battles she had experienced.

His eyes darkened, filled with determination. Mufei's blood feud, her terrible fate, the enemy of the gorgeous palace …

He could only continue on, even if there was still a sliver of hope.

It was exactly this hope that supported her to such a point. He was the noble and peerless figure, the brilliant and scheming Prince Xian of the Left. He was the last person she could rely on!

Sweat poured down his face as he gently begged for mercy. His pitiful and delicate appearance made Tuoba Fei unable to suppress the Earth Spear attack even more.

As Yue Chanjuan was submerged in that strange feeling, the tearing pain brought an indescribable happiness and happiness. She finally became his woman and gave it to him for the first time.

There was no longer any feeling of emptiness. It was being filled up. Because it was being filled up and suffering pain, and also being happy in the midst of pain.

Beautiful, pitiable, and low-spirited. There was pain as well as joy. Tuoba Fei loved to see women acting so pitifully and lovingly underneath him as he begged.

The most beautiful flower in this grand undertaking had been cut off by him, and it finally became the woman beneath him, belonging to him.

"I've said it before, you're mine, mine, mine alone!"

Ah!

It was the first time that Tuoba Fei was so valiant and fierce. His body was already soaked in sweat, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure in order to make Tuoba Fei happy.

The mottled red, soaked the body of the white silk, bright red crabapple blossoms blooming, so eye-catching and beautiful.

"This King has not yet had his fill of pleasure in begging for mercy so early in the morning."

"Your highness, your highness, please forgive me. This is the first time that your concubine has failed to serve your highness's full pleasure. I beg that your highness forgive my concubine this once."

Yue Chan tightly held onto the bedding beneath her, not daring to grab Tuoba Fei's shoulder, afraid that it would tear through his skin.

Tuoba Fei finally stopped for a moment. There was pity and an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"I'll forgive you this time, but I won't forgive you in a while."

"Prince …"

Yue Chanjuan's face turned red as she sweated profusely.

The east wind was warm, and the flowers bloomed in disorder. Blue color faded fragrance, Luo Feng Hong, embroidery pillow to move the phase. The crabapple flowers are warm in spring, nestling people, coquettish wave. The elephant bed is stable, the quilt is spread out, the waves turn red crepe.

The emotion was strong as wine, the fragrant sweat stained the silk, a few times diaphanous. The phoenix trapped the phoenix, the Demon Witch's eyebrows, the painting should be difficult to draw. Asked Ike to the human thickness, plum calyx dew, rouge sandalwood mouth. From then on, the slender waist for the thin.