Chapter 122 (1/2)

Come On, Dying

Yan Han’s smoldering gaze focused on the woman in front of him. He looked at her two pink petal lips, slightly parted. His whole body trembled gently. The blood in his body made his eyes bloodshot, then he rushed over.

His whole body was hot and hard.

Gu lu.1 Yan Han gulped.

“Yao Yao, you have suffered these days.” Yan Han said, his voice has become low and deep.

When she heard his voice, Nan Xun was shocked for a moment, but soon she smiled again.

Pretend, you’re pretending again.

An impotent man, how can you be in heat?

“No, no, I’m fine. I haven’t suffered at all.” Nan Xun waved her hand carelessly, and suddenly thought of something, she quickly said: “Brother Han, I didn’t tell you that before, don’t you blame me? The emperor is impotent, wasn’t this a big deal? I didn’t even say this to Cuihuan, but I didn’t want her to say that on accident and cause trouble. Now, I tell you because we are husband and wife and there are no secrets between us.”

When Yan Han heard the last sentence, his mouth opened slightly, but didn’t say a word in the end.

“Brother Han, from today onwards, you are my husband, and I am your wife. You can’t have three wives and four concubines in the future, but only me.” Nan Xun declared aggressively.

For a moment, Yan Han nodded solemnly and said, “I promise you, I will only pamper you in the future and only go to your bed.”

Nan Xun almost spat out a mouthful of saliva.

Come on, is this seriously a hooligan? If she hadn’t known in advance that the big boss couldn’t lift it, she would have been flustered to hear this, because when the other party said this, his expression was particularly intense.

After Yan Han said this, he suddenly picked up Nan Xun into a princess carry and went straight to the bed.

Nan Xun froze for a moment, and asked little eight: “Why at this time, is he still pretending?”

Little eight hesitated for a while, “Does he want to knock you out with his hand, then when you wake up, tell you that you’ve been in the bridal room?”

After hearing this, Nan Xun thought it was really possible, so she had already planned to faint at any time.

However, the fact wasn’t developing in the expected direction of one person and one beast.

After Yan Han took Nan Xun to beg, he began to take off her clothes, one by one, with gentle but sharp movements. He stripped Nan Xun to only her undergarments.

Nan Xun suddenly thought of something, and quickly pulled the quilt to cover the dense teeth marks on her body.

Yan Han looked at the blue and purple teeth marks, almost all over the woman’s body, even in some places where it was difficult to bite and couldn’t help but be startled.

“Brother Han, shall we put out the candles?” Nan Xun buried her head on the soft pillow, her expression somewhat guilty and indignant. She forgot that the tyrant left many marks on her.

Yan Han didn’t say much. He whispered okay, then got up and blew out the red candles.

As he turned around, Nan Xun seemed to have saw something extraordinary and her heart thumped. She asked little eight in a panic: “Little eight, I saw a sharp weapon hidden under his robe briefly. Did I actually see it, or did I imagine it?”

Little eight stuttered, “If I said I also saw it, are you going to kill me?”

In the dark, the tall man stepped toward the bed step by step.

Nan Xun’s eyes suddenly widened, and she never expect that Yan Han carried such a fierce weapon.2