"I don't think if you don't say it, the face of Your Highness the Ghost King is really more pleasing to the eye." Another person sighed, "It's a pity that he is a disabled person, otherwise he would be the best among all the princes, and even Your Highness the Crown Prince may not be able to compare with him."

These people silently weave their own dreams, but Qiao Xiyu and his daughter have already sneaked away to avoid becoming more embarrassing later.

When he came, he was very popular and wanted everyone to know. When he left, he was like a rat crossing the street. Everyone showed contemptuous expressions. The so-called prime minister of a country is nothing more than that.

Ye Mohan forced Xi Yan to get on the carriage and wanted to take her back to the royal palace to live for a long time.

Xiyan felt unhappy and made excuses to shirk her claws, but he pulled her paws and refused to let go. She struggled for a few times, but she couldn't help but get angry: "The audience is gone, Your Highness, Ghost King, you can also stop this performance of deep love between husband and wife."

She had no feelings for him, and the scene of trust and loving love just now was just a scene for Qiao Xiyu and those onlookers.

Xiyan originally wanted to remind him to stop at the right time, but she didn't know what was causing someone's little monster to sleep in her heart. Ye Mohan suddenly became angry, leaned over and pressed over, lowered her head to grab her lips, and bit her fiercely.

Xiyan was shocked by his sudden wild beast style, and her pair of peach blossom eyes were wide open. But when she thought about it, she felt that this was normal.

Such a strong and unreasonable attitude and a domineering force, it is in line with the perverted style of His Royal Highness the Ghost King. Compared to the previous good man who was so gentle as if possessed by a ghost, the one in front of her made her feel more comfortable.

Wait, she should be concerned now whether she was forced to kiss her? What does it mean to make her more comfortable?

"You let go...un...open..."

She squeezed out a few words vaguely and tried to beat her, but she was grabbed by him and grabbed her hands and cut them behind her back.

Ye Mohan's strength was much greater than she thought. Before she could even resist, he had already bullied her and easily controlled her.

Xiyan tears.

After all, she is a tomboy who can beat ten strong men alone, but why does it become a little bit of resistance when it comes to him?

Who said that the Ghost King was weak and dying? Will reporting military information so panic would really kill people?

"I warn you...well..."

Before she finished speaking, the back of her head was already clasped by his warm palm. A warm and slippery thing broke into her mouth, plundering and stirring the matter domineeringly, with obvious possessiveness.

Xiyan wanted to escape, but he pressed step by step, hitting the back of his head against the wall of the carriage, trapped in a dead corner, like a sheep falling into the mouth of a wolf, and he could only let him tease him.

Ye Mohan seemed to have done such a thing with a woman for the first time, and her movements were immature and unfamiliar, but this was such an unskilled kiss that easily aroused the most primitive and instinctive impulse of her body. Every place he touched her, her skin seemed to become hot.

While breathing and tangling, she became soft.

"Your Majesty, here."

Mo Liang's cold reminder came from outside, and Xiyan suddenly came to her senses, and she wanted to bite her teeth, but His Highness the Ghost King seemed to have expected her to do this, so she stepped back and let him bite her a bite.

"This is telling you who is your man."
Chapter completed!