The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 157 The Abused Princess (8)

Xiao Chen's mother and concubine were a maidservant, who came from a humble background and were not favored.

When he was in Liang Kingdom, he was often bullied, and when he came to Shu Kingdom as a hostage, he was bullied and bruised all over his body.

The special experience made his character become sinister and violent.

The previous tasker tried to become the white moonlight in Xiao Chen's heart by not fighting back, not fighting back, and showing weakness.

But she underestimated the abnormality of Xiao Chen's psychology.

The more she pretended to be weak and low in front of him, crying and begging, the more sadistic desire in his heart was aroused.

Her fragility was pitiful, but what she got in return was even worse torture.

I don't know if this tasker has masochism, no matter how Xiao Chen tortured and insulted her, she never complained, and even responded with tenderness.

The connivance in disguise made Xiao Chen more and more paranoid and twisted.

After she died, Xiao Chen's remaining rationality disappeared completely under the stimulation, and he fell into a frenzied killing.

In the end, the plot went back to the chaos in the world and the starvation everywhere.

Fusang: ...

Did she encounter another neurosis...

Fusang tightly pressed the four corners of the quilt under her body, the temperature in the airtight quilt was getting higher and higher, and fine beads of sweat covered her forehead.

The body temperature is also getting higher and higher.

I don't know if it was because she received a lot of plots twice in a row, she felt dizzy and swollen, and her breathing began to be difficult.

But she is very greedy for the warmth in the bed, and she is unwilling to open a gap.

I didn't realize that I had a high fever at this time.

The dizziness is getting worse and worse, and the eyes are also dizzy for a while.

Fusang raised his hand and patted heavily on his forehead twice.

Suddenly, the quilt tightly wrapped around her body was forcibly pulled away.

"hiss!"

Xiao Chen looked at Fusang who was only wearing a bellyband on the dragon bed, and gasped, his pupils were shocked.

Her long hair, as soft as seaweed, covered the bed, and her snow-white skin was seductively tender.

With red marks at the end of her eyes and moist brows, she was like a charming and unknowing water demon, tempting him without any scruples.

He never expected that there would be such a beautiful picture under the quilt.

The fire wall in the bedroom was warm, but it was still not as warm as the bed.

Suddenly losing the warmth of the quilt, Fusang subconsciously hugged her body tightly, raised her moist and innocent eyes in a daze, and her bright red lips opened and closed unconsciously: "Cold..."

The voice of the little milk was soft, as if she was acting like a baby.

Xiao Chen recovered from the shock, his complexion suddenly darkened.

He strode close to the bed, and the quilt in his hand wrapped Fusang tightly.

In a rage, Xiao Chen pressed the quilt tightly, for fear that Fusang would show a finger.

But the people under the quilt are dishonestly chasing around, looking for a gap and sneaking in.

Xiao Chen was still digesting the charming scene he saw just now, the temperature on his cheeks remained high, and in a blink of an eye he saw her white jade-like arm coming out of the bed, and the anger in his heart burst out again.

With eyebrows twitching, Xiao Chen grabbed Fusang's wrist.

"What are you talking about!"

"It's so stuffy, I can't breathe..."

The nasal voice sounded husky.

Xiao Chen choked.

Finally, he let out a heavy sigh of resignation.

He reached into the quilt with both hands, dug out Fusang's head, and immediately hugged him and the quilt into his arms.

"Tell the doctor."

The servant girl led the order and walked out of the palace.

Fusang's warm cheek was pressed against Xiao Chen's chest.

The dragon robe on his body is made of gold silk, which is cool and comfortable.

Fuso squinted his eyes and rubbed it, lazily like a cat waiting for its owner to scratch its chin.

The undefended and soft appearance made Xiao Chen's heart soften, the coldness between his eyebrows gradually melted away, and gentleness climbed onto his eyebrows.

When he was about to raise his hand to stroke her hair, he suddenly heard footsteps getting closer.

(End of this chapter)