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"In addition to kissing your lips, he also kissed you, Nefertiti, did he touch your skin, did he..."

"Enough." Fu Zhenhong interrupted Amenhotep IV. He waved away the hand that was caressing the corner of his lips, and his cold tone was rarely ironic: "Amenhotep Pu, even if you are a pharaoh, you have no position to interfere with my affairs with Cecy Tours."

He directly pronounced the name of Amenhotep IV.

"Saixi Tours and I are engaged." Fu Zhenhong said.

Amenhotep IV didn't take it to heart, whether it was Fu Zhenhong calling his name bluntly, or what Fu Zhenhong said in his words.

"As long as you are not married, everything is still undecided."

Fu Zhenhong frowned, "You..."

"Nefrtiti, you should be very clear about the determination revealed in the words I told you that night in the Temple of Amon." Amenhotep IV's eyes were incomprehensibly dark deep meaning.

Pale gold eyeshadow was dotted on Amenhotep IV's eyelashes, adding to his long and narrow eyes a kind of wolf-like sharpness and arrogance.

"Saixi Tours is your elder brother," Fu Zhenhong reminded him, "and I will soon become your relative in name."

"As I said, everything is still undecided."

"You must..."

"Neftiti," Fu Zhenhong was interrupted by Amenhotep IV this time, "don't change the subject."

He smiled softly, raised his hand again to caress Fu Zhenhong's cheeks, and a dangerous glint appeared in his falcon-like eyes: "I don't want to be obsessed with Saixi Tours just now. What an intimate thing you did."

Amenhotep IV's voice became low and gentle: "Nefertiti, let me cover all the breath he left on you, so that your body is only covered with my smell, okay? ?”

When he said the last three words, Amenhotep IV's tone was softer than ever, but the softer the voice, the more chilling it was. .

And even if he used a very euphemistic interrogative sentence, it didn't seem like he was asking for Fu Zhenhong's consent at all.

Fu Zhenhong turned her head to avoid Amenhotep IV's touch.

Amenhotep IV's eyes turned cold for a moment, and the next second he directly picked up Fu Zhenhong, and put Fu Zhenhong on the high table next to the stone wall.

He stood on the edge of the high table, his slender and powerful arms stuck straight to the sides of Fu Zhenhong's body, and his palms pressed against the stone wall, trapping Fu Zhenhong in his encirclement.

He was standing on the ground, and Fu Zhenhong was sitting on the table, their eyes were exactly at the same level.

Since Amenhotep IV had his back to the light of the candle, when the halo from behind him shone on him, the black shadow cast made his face a little more blurred. Measuring hazy.

Fu Zhenhong noticed that the shape of his pupils was slightly erected, a bit like the emotional surge of a ferocious beast when facing its prey.

At this time, the shape of these pupils perfectly blended with the light golden eye shadow on his long and narrow eyelashes, like the feather tail of an eagle, and like the eyes of Horus, the patron saint of Pharaoh, the symbol of royal power.

Fu Zhenhong wanted to get off the table, but Amenhotep IV didn't give him this chance.The moment he realized Fu Zhenhong's intentions, Amenhotep IV took another step forward and pushed his body between Fu Zhenhong's naturally hanging legs.

Fu Zhenhong frowned, "You..."

Just as Fu Zhenhong uttered two sounds, Amenhotep IV put his lips on his lips, blocking what Fu Zhenhong was going to say next.

Fu Zhenhong's pupils contracted slightly, he closed his lips tightly, and shot straight at Amenhotep IV, as if he didn't expect that Amenhotep IV would really kiss him so directly, doing Such a disrespectful move.

Amenhotep IV also looked directly into Fu Zhenhong's eyes without hesitation. He didn't feel how absurd his behavior was at all.

The soft and warm touch on the lips was a hundred times better than what Amenhotep IV had expected. Just the simple touching of the lips had already aroused the heat in Amenhotep IV's body.

Fu Zhenhong's body was imprisoned between Amenhotep IV and the stone wall. He was sitting on a slender stone table with his back against the stone wall, making it impossible for him to get out of the current situation easily.

As long as his legs move a little bit, the inner side may be attached to Amenhotep IV's waist, and such a touch will only make Amenhotep IV more excited.

"Neftiti, you're not paying attention..." Amenhotep IV slowly breathed out this sentence against Fu Zhenhong's lips.

Fu Zhenhong stared coldly, raised her hand and was about to push Amenhotep IV away, but Amenhotep IV intentionally squeezed the soft flesh of Fu Zhenhong's waist at this moment.

Fu Zhenhong's body trembled slightly because of this unexpected sensitive touch, and in the next second, he directly slapped Amenhotep IV hard on the face.

With a "slap", the loud slap sound was very clear in the quiet tent.

Amenhotep IV's face was slapped aside. Although his bronze-colored skin did not reveal the slap marks on his face, there was a scarlet blood stain at the corner of his lips.

Time seemed to stop for a moment.

The whole space was too quiet, so quiet that Fu Zhenhong was obviously a little bit quieter when he heard Amenhotep IV's breathing.

[Xiaohong, as the chosen one, Amenhotep IV is a bit miserable compared to those chosen in the past! ]

[The character of Amenhotep IV is not suitable for using the previous strategy method. ] Fu Zhenhong replied to the weak chicken system.

For a person like Amenhotep IV, if Fu Zhenhong made those seductive actions towards him, not only would he be a bit of a disfigured person, but on the contrary, he would not be able to make the other party regard him as his true love.

What is too easy to get, will not be cherished after all.

What's more, his initial identity in this world was the lover of Saixi Tours, and he was the envoy who was about to marry the elder brother of Amenhotep IV.

If you want to completely attack Amenhotep IV, using this seemingly refusing method to stimulate the opponent's desire to conquer and possess, and let the opponent take the initiative to approach him, this is the most direct and effective method of attacking.

After all, he was engaged to Saixi Tours, and only if Amenhotep IV tasted the taste of love that he couldn't get, it would be unforgettable enough in the end.

[Xiaohong, I seem to understand a little bit. ]

[Um. ]

Fu Zhenhong ignored the weak chicken system, and looked at Amenhotep IV who had been slapped by him.

Because of the angle, Fu Zhenhong couldn't see Amenhotep IV's expression clearly at this moment, but she could feel the air around her body descending.

Obviously, Amenhotep IV was in a state of extreme displeasure.

This is also understandable, after all, as the supreme ruler of Egypt, Amenhotep IV should have never been slapped in the face, and Fu Zhenhong's behavior is not only to flatter the pharaoh's face, but also a kind of respect to his colleagues. A challenge to the ruler's authority.

"Go away." Fu Zhenhong said to Amenhotep IV, her voice was no longer as calm as before, and there was a bit of disgust and offended anger in her tone.

"Heh..." Amenhotep IV suddenly let out a chuckle from his throat.

Fu Zhenhong stared at him.

Amenhotep IV also turned his face to look at Fu Zhenhong.

Not as enraged as imagined, Amenhotep IV, under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, stretched out his tongue to lick off the blood overflowing from the corner of his lips, narrowed his eyes dangerously, "So your sensitive point is here. "He said slowly, and with a bit of fierce eyes fell on Fu Zhenhong's waist where he had just pinched.

His vision was filled with a ferocious light like a wild wolf, straight and naked as if he wanted to see directly into the depths of Fu Zhenhong through the cover of that layer of clothing.

He leaned forward a little, approached Fu Zhenhong's face, stared into Fu Zhenhong's eyes and said, "Nefertiti, do you know that ever since I saw you subdue that cobra in the garden, I wanted to Let your extremely cold face be stained with a charming blush."

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, and looked away with a cold face, not looking at Amenhotep IV.

Amenhotep IV squeezed Fu Zhenhong's chin with his hands, forcing him to look at him, and when he spoke again, his voice became even lower and hoarse, "Look, I just squeezed it For a moment, you trembled like a frightened little rabbit, if I kiss you deeply with my lips again, will you have a more lovely reaction..."

Before Amenhotep IV finished his last word, Fu Zhenhong raised her hand and threw it at him.

But this time, before the palm touched Amenhotep IV, he was stopped by the opponent's wrist.

"You still want to hit me?" Amenhotep IV's eyes gradually accumulated haze and darkness. He leaned in front of Fu Zhenhong's eyes, with the tip of his nose against Fu Zhenhong's, forcing Fu Zhenhong to have nowhere to escape. Xing: "Nefertiti, you are the first person who dared to hit me."

As he spoke, the sprayed hot air lingered on Fu Zhenhong's face, making Fu Zhenhong want to avoid it uncomfortably.

But Amenhotep IV could not let him do so.

Amenhotep IV tightened his grip on Fu Zhenhong's wrist. Pain came from Fu Zhenhong's wrist, but his beautiful lips were tightly closed, and he didn't say a word, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Amenhotep IV asked intentionally.

After asking, before Fu Zhenhong could answer, he let go the next second.

After all, I still don't want to show unbeautiful marks on this snow-white and delicate skin.

If there are red marks left, it must be from his kiss.

"Nefertiti, don't resist me." Amenhotep IV's tone suddenly became gentle: "I don't want to hurt you."

After the words were finished, he kissed Fu Zhenhong's lips again, this time it was no longer just touching as before.

He wanted something more intoxicating from Nefertiti's mouth.He tried to pry off Fu Zhenhong's lip line with the tip of his tongue, but failed.Amenhotep IV had no choice but to bite Fu Zhenhong's lower lip with his teeth.

When Fu Zhenhong subconsciously parted her lips due to the tingling pain on her lips, Amenhotep IV seized the timing and flexibly inserted into Fu Zhenhong's mouth.

Fu Zhenhong wanted to evade, but instead, Amenhotep IV forcefully hooked her tongue and entangled her passively.

Amenhotep IV wantonly sucked the sweetness that he had thought about for a long time, only felt that the taste of Nefertiti was sweeter than honey, and the sweetness poured into his throat and flowed into the mouth. Like a fire, it ignited the passion deep in his heart.

Fu Zhenhong could feel the change of Amenhotep IV's mood, and the other party kissed fiercely, as if trying to swallow him whole.

Fu Zhenhong's eyes flickered, and he bit the tip of Amenhotep IV's tongue with his teeth. Suddenly, a faint smell of blood permeated between his lips and teeth.

Amenhotep IV paused for a moment, and did not withdraw from Fu Zhenhong's lips because of this, but savagely mixed Fu Zhenhong with this bloody smell that seemed to stimulate people's nerves, with a kind of almost paranoid wildness.

Fu Zhenhong waved her hand to push Amenhotep IV away, but when her palm touched Amenhotep IV's chest, she was scalded by the excessively hot temperature.

It was this momentary pause that gave Amenhotep IV an opportunity. He avoided the cobra that fell into a deep sleep like a dead thing, and tied Fu Zhenhong's hands with the thin gold chain he had taken from his body. bundled together.

The cold touch on his wrist made Fu Zhenhong startled for a moment. After quickly understanding what Amenhotep IV had done, he tried to pull out his hands, but found that although Amenhotep IV was not tied tightly, But because of the angle of the binding, he couldn't break free easily.

And soon, Fu Zhenhong didn't have the time to think about the bound hands. For no other reason, Amenhotep IV's kiss became more and more violent, as if trying to swallow Fu Zhenhong's breath.

It wasn't until Fu Zhenhong felt that he was about to suffocate that Amenhotep IV left Fu Zhenhong's lips and gave him a chance to take a breath.

Fu Zhenhong's chest heaved, not only because of the anger of being offended, but also because of her difficulty in breathing.

He breathed calmly, his eyes were as cold as blades, and the way he looked at Amenhotep IV was like looking at another dead thing.

And this cold killing intent didn't make Amenhotep IV feel any displeasure, on the contrary, the heat in his body became even more turbulent because of it.

Nefertiti looked so alluring.

The chill in Mingming's eyes was as sharp as ice skates, but his pretty face was alive with anger, and the beautifully shaped lips became red and slightly swollen because of his kiss. Under the candlelight, they were moist and moist. luster.

It's like a rose waiting to be picked after a rain, with a trembling and seductive style flowing from the full petals.

Such seductive beauty made the murderous intent in his eyes turn into an alternative taste.

It is fierce and compelling, but it is also burning and bright.

Amenhotep IV watched and couldn't help breathing a little more.

"Nefertiti..." Amenhotep IV read softly, his voice already extremely hoarse.He seemed to be calling Fu Zhenhong's name, and also seemed to be saying the meaning of these four words - the most beautiful person had come.

"Release." Fu Zhenhong glanced at the thin chain on her wrist with disgust, and there was a bit of arrogance for no reason in the simple two words.

Amenhotep IV smiled and shook his head, "You know, Nefertiti, the only thing I won't agree to." After speaking, he paused, and brought his lips to Fu Zhenhong's ear By the side, he said slowly: "Besides, not only will I not agree, but I will do even worse things to you."