Wu Xuewei didn't turn her face and didn't say anything.

Feng Churui chuckled, then asked softly: "What are you afraid of me? Are you afraid that I will force you again?"

Wu Xuewei trembled a few times. She looked at him arrogantly. The tenacity in her eyes was so unyielding. She said word by word: "You dare!"

It's now in her house, and not to mention if she shouts if someone will come to save her, as long as she doesn't want to, he will be a strong woman in marriage!

"Why don't I dare?"

Feng Churui leaned closer to her, grabbed her long arm, pressed her against her waist, and stroked her smooth face with one hand, sprayed her lightly on her face. He smiled gracefully and noblely: "Don't forget, you are my wife now. During the marriage, you must fulfill your wife's obligations. Xuewei, don't forget, I am also a man, and I also have physical needs. So, if your wife doesn't fulfill her obligations, who will help me solve them? Hum?"

Wu Xuewei's face was blushing. She barely turned her face away, her ears were hot, "Hand...your hand..."

The next second, the sky was spinning, and she was already firmly pressed by Feng Churui onto the imperial concubine's couch. Below her was a soft quilt, and her body was his hard body. The two extremes made her unable to withstand it.

Feng Churui buried his head on her shoulders and neck, and his cold lips kissed her earlobes as if nothing had happened. "How could my hand feel? Well? How could my hand replace you?"

The love between men and women must be felt only when the man and the woman's body are entangled together, right hand?

Ha... If he wasn't married, he would still use it. Now, there are delicious pastries, so why should he eat dry and tasteless biscuits?

Wu Xuewei vaguely felt his body change, his muscles squirting and full of strength, her eyes were filled with fear, and she pushed him at a loss: "Get up... no... don't touch me..."

Feng Churui raised his head suddenly, looked at her resistance to escape, and pinched her chin, "Don't touch you? If I don't let me touch you, who will let me touch you? He Jingyan? Your little lover?"

Wu Xuewei's big eyes were covered with mist, and she stared at him without saying a word.

"Tell me! Did He Jingyan touch you, you would be willing?!" He suddenly increased the volume, obviously angry.

Wu Xuewei was frightened by him and her body shrank and retreated. Feng Churui pressed her shoulder with one hand and pulled her clothes with the other.

She felt the crisis and began to struggle violently. She protected herself as if she was crazy. Feng Churui was angry with her and no longer felt pity, the strength in her hands became heavier and her movements were rough and fierce.

She had not taken a shower yet, and was wearing black trousers and knitted sweater that she was going out today. She was pulled roughly by him. The knitted sweater had been torn, and the trousers were unbuttoned and unzipped. She took off her thighs hard, revealing her white skin and a pair of white trousers.

The upper body, the sweater was torn into several pieces, and the clothes were hung on his body without covering it. The breasts were pushed up by him, and the soft breasts were exposed.

Wu Xuewei's eyes were red, and tears filled her eyes. Suddenly, she stopped struggling, and a teardrop slid down her cheeks and dripped on the back of his hand that was holding her chin.
Chapter completed!