C86 (1/2)

He stood above her, rolling over her, enjoying her as if she were a good meal. His gaze was still as cold as ever, without a trace of warmth.

Perhaps, there was some slight excitement and pleasure in his eyes, but he only stared coldly at her, transforming her graceful body and her impeccable appearance into a raging battlefield.

Gritting her teeth, she still couldn't help but let out a painful cry. However, the melody that he regarded as a victory melody became even stronger and more valiant. His ferocity was invincible. When he used it on her, she would just be a woman he tamed and softly moan under him.

She was like a phoenix dress that was about to be torn apart by him as she humbly wailed and begged for mercy beneath him. But he didn't get it, as he felt a trace of pity.

Within her deep eyes, there was only a hidden sense of happiness. That cold feeling made her heart sink, making her unable to redeem herself. The cries of pain only increased his rampage. His scarlet skin had already turned a dark red, and there was not a single inch that was not painful. The thing that hurt the most was her heart. Her red phoenix gown had already been torn into pieces and thrown onto the ground, allowing him to trample over it.

Her heart was torn to shreds, but she knew that she was only a sacrifice for the clan, and that she had to pay the price for her father. The Empress of the Southern Champion Palace, the master of the six palaces, had for the first time suffered from inhumane treatment and havoc.

Dark red blood dyed the snow-white silk, as well as the snow-white legs. He seemed to be in a coma, but he woke up when he was still running around.

As far as the eyes could see, he was still standing at the peak. There was not a single trace of warmth in his cold eyes.

”Why?”

Her question, unanswered, he only plundered silently, savoring her beauty to his heart's content.

The pleading eyes and painful, suppressed voices did not receive his pity. He was the victorious monarch, she was only a humiliated prisoner, she could only bear it, because she was his woman.

He fainted from the pain, and even when he cried out in pain, he did not stop for even a moment.

During the night, he was like a devil as he repeatedly demanded items.

She rolled over and over, feebly fainting a few times but still bearing his heartless favor.

”I have seen and touched every inch of you. You are my woman, so you must accept my kindness. I have given you my kindness, so you should kneel in front of me and kowtow and thank me! ”

He made her kneel before him, humbly, like that, at his feet.

She kneeled at his feet, begging with all her might, but there was no response. Outside the room, it was dead silent. It was like the people from the harem were all dead. Therefore, she understood that this was his territory. She could only be controlled by him and had no power to resist.

Even though she was the only daughter of the King, and the master of the Six Palaces, she was still his servant.

Just like that, he knelt down at his feet, looking up at the person holding onto him in his dream.

Gong Huanfeng was arrogant, and he thought that he was noble. His dream had once become a reality, but it turned out to be so cruel. Her drop dead gorgeous appearance didn't get a shred of mercy from him.

Or perhaps, this was his favorite, one that was full of tyranny and brutality, bringing her endless pain, waking her up from her nightmares several times.

Even so, she was willing to lower her once noble head and kneel at his feet, tenderly begging for his pity. Even so, she lay prostrate at his feet and kissed his feet with her noble, swollen lips.

However, he was still standing at the peak, looking down at her with a cold gaze. From his gaze, she couldn't see a single trace of infatuation or infatuation. It was as cold as ice and snow that would never melt even after ten thousand years. It was as cold as the ice and snow that would never melt even after ten thousand years.