"I didn't see you in the seat just now, so I came here to find you."

Following Su Wanrong to Nanyuan, the maids in Fengyi Palace were all very afraid of the newly ascended emperor. Therefore, Yinmang just ordered, and they dared not to respond. Several people bowed and said, and hurriedly retreated.

In the huge wing room, only Su Wanrong was left with the drunken man.

Su Wanrong's hands, which were gathered under her sleeve, clenched her fists slightly. She pursed her lips and planned to avoid him without squinting her eyes, and turned around and walked out of the screen.

Unexpectedly, the tiger and wolf are still still tiger and wolf when they get drunk. Even if their consciousness is not as clear as usual, their reaction or sensitivity is obviously higher than that of the domestic white rabbit.

Before she could take half a step, she saw a bright yellow shadow flying past her eyes. An iron arm had already poked over and blocked her way in the waist.

The man's face was flushed and his breathing was a little rough.

The dragon robe I hunted in the morning was not too late to change, and a gust of sweat, alcohol, and the strong smell that the man had was spread out. Although it was not too bad, it would never make people feel comfortable.

The summer clothes were thin, and through a layer of silk cloth that was better than nothing, the thick vines-like strong arms tightly wrapped around her waist. Su Wanrong was so shocked that her scalp was numb. The man's hot body temperature seemed to be ironed directly on her body through her clothes.

Su Wanrong immediately held her breath and didn't even bother to say anything. While gritting her teeth and trying hard to avoid the man's smell of intoxicating alcohol, she pushed the arms around her waist with her palms.

But the man's arms were like thick and hard lumps weighing thousands of pounds. Where could Su Wanrong's little strength be moved?

Not mentioning it at all, the man who hugged her from behind noticed her resistance, but instead increased her strength even more and more. He even put a handsome face with deep edges and corners forward with a slight temptation.

He lowered his head, approached her smooth and tender cheeks and said:

"What are you doing when I always hide from me? I can't even care about you, and I will never eat you. Just hug me and kiss me..."

As he spoke, Yinmang's hot breathing went straight into Su Wanrong's ears. His voice was low and hoarse, as if it was shaking out of his throat. Su Wanrong heard this and felt a layer of goose bumps all over her body.

The man was not satisfied with the advantage. While pressing his soft and warm body in his arms, his big palms were extremely restlessly pinching her soft and slender waist.

In just half a moment, Su Wanrong had already blushed.

She struggled in vain and could not move her left and right, so she could only grit her silver teeth and scolded her hatred: "Don't force me like this. You are a seven-foot man and a nine-five-year-old master. You will only bully me, a woman all day long. What kind of ability is it?"

It should be because of the drunkenness. The man seemed to have completely forgotten how he looked so sinister and hard when facing Su Wanrong who refused to marry in the palace that day. Now she was scolded by her fiercely. Not only did she have no reaction on her face, her thin lips were even slightly curled up. He smiled softly, as if she was in a good mood.

"Does I have the ability? If you follow me willingly and feel comfortable serving you, you will always know. As for women... I like to bully you."

This man has always been vulgar and was not a gentleman. Su Wanrong hated him so much that he always spoke filthy words in front of him.

Su Wanrong lived for two lifetimes, but had she seen anyone say such shameless and despicable words? What's more, the person who said this was a man who was forced and bullied her in every way. She was so angry that she was unable to resist.

On the other hand, this man said such dirty words, and he seemed to have nothing wrong with him. Because of drunkenness, his lips ripped out a careless curve, and his face was unnaturally red. His drunken look harmless, but the words he spit out made people want to slap him hard in the face and vent his hatred.

Not only did she lose her identity, the key was that Su Wanrong felt extremely embarrassed. Not only was she embarrassed, but she also felt ashamed and angry as she rushed to her head. She opened her eyes and glared at him angrily. Because of her violent ups and downs in her emotions, her voice seemed a little unstable.

"I will follow you willingly when you dream! You treat me like this and my father. Even if you are here today, I will not let you go if I become a ghost in the next life!"

Behind her back was a hot chest, Su Wanrong couldn't shake it, and she didn't want to wait for him to take advantage of her like this, so she struggled back with her only relatively free elbow.

Su Wanrong's faint resistance would naturally not hurt or itchy when it was on Yinmang's body.

Relying on his drunkenness, he simply stretched out his left hand and put her two tender arms directly into his palm and held them. The other strong arm grabbed her waist hard and forced her to put her in front of his chest and abdomen. With a huge force that seemed to be about to embed her into his flesh and blood, she forced her to tightly touch each other without leaving any gaps between him.
Chapter completed!