The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 711 Crazy Criticizing Beauty Takes Villain Script 41

   He wanted more, so he raised his slender fingers, and his movements were light and neat.

  The red cloak fell to the ground, and the snow-white skirt was torn to pieces and fluttered down!

"don't want…"

  Su Qing'an's struggles became useless, like a prey crying for help in a wolf's mouth.

  The woman struggled to get up, her body was weak, hovering on the edge of suffocation, her breath was overwhelming with the bitter fragrance of cedar on the other side.

  Rao is a good temperament, and his temperament is also a little broken at this moment.

  The delicately sculpted fingertips stretched out desperately but were unable to hang down, and finally clenched tightly.

   Her resistance had no effect.

   Outside the window is a snowy night. The cloth grows with spots of red, like roses blooming in the pure white snow. Something stays in this night forever.

   She heard his heartbeat.

   "Boom, boom, boom!"

   is always cold, slow and powerful rhythm, without the slightest confusion.

  The sound of the heartbeat was transmitted to the back, and it sank into the ears, becoming a deadly poison.

   At the moment of complete possession, Cen Zhou's eyes were dazed for a moment, and soon they were covered with thick feathers, and those dark eyes were also dyed with a shimmering gleam.

   "What are you crying for?"

   With a hoarse voice, he wiped the tears from her face from behind.

   "Don't cry."

   "Who am I?" Su Qingan asked suddenly, her voice hoarse.

   He did not answer.

   She refused to cooperate, struggling to ask over and over again, with a colder voice: "Who am I?"

  Cen Zhou warmed her intermittently and spit out a name: "Su Qing'an."

   "Su Qingan..."

In the eyes of the outside world, Princess Zhaoyi, who is a gentle and exiled Bodhisattva, is actually a cruel and black-bellied person inside. Now she is tied here and can't go anywhere. She can't display any scheming and conspiracy. She has only a weak and lonely body. One man rebelled against it.

   That beautiful face with tears in his eyes.

   And that man.

   Despised imperial power and bullied the princess.

  The boy's face was still cold and sharp, and the black clothes were flat on his body.

  Su Qingan couldn't see his face, and could only hear his occasional overflowing voice and shortness of breath.

  Cen Zhou has always been taciturn, so he didn't like to talk at this time.

   His fingers are thin and long, and he is a good swordsman.

   His breathing was lingering, and his heart beat violently.

   "Cen Zhou..."

  Cen Zhou listened to his name, but did not respond to her. His knuckles held his trembling waist, his eyes were a little stunned for a moment, and they were quickly replaced by something.

  Su Qing'an really couldn't control him, so he let him go. She actually wanted to see his face, but it was really difficult, and the cold breath sprayed on her shoulders.

   "Cen Zhou..." The address that overflowed his lips and teeth blushed inexplicably, and was lazy, Su Qingan let out a low hiss and sighed: "It hurts a bit..."

  The princess turned her back to him, her back was thin and slender, and her black hair was softly scattered behind her.

  Tears flowed through rouge tears and became the most extravagant color.

   Even the corners of the eyes are wet.

  's head was dizzy, ups and downs following his rhythm.

   In a trance, she thought of what it looked like when she met Cen Zhou for the first time. At that time, his eyebrows and eyes were full of unattainable, cold hearts.

   Never stop for anyone.

   Now this sword is stained with the hottest temperature.

   Who is not truly sober and sinks in together.

  The night was getting darker, the wind and snow were blowing against the window, and several maids hurriedly walked through the corridor. When they passed the west building, they heard a sound and stopped hesitantly.

   "Did you hear that?"

   "Isn't that the princess' secret guard living there?"

   "It's probably the sound of the wind, hurry up, it's freezing."

   (end of this chapter)