The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss - Chapter 266

Chapter 266

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Chapter 266 – Romance in Prince Jin’s Manor (2)

At the corner of his bright red lips, a dark red droplet was rolling down . He immediately gave her the impression of being devilishly charming, alluring but also brutal, savage and bloodthirsty . He also gave off a sensation of a blood-sucking, noble vampire from the Middle Ages who was handsome, elegant and seductive .

Nangong Liuyun in this state was handsome beyond compare, luring people to simply commit a major crime of passion .

“Let go!” Meeting with a wolf-like, coarse and wild gaze that was fixed on her, Su Luo’s heart was inevitably a little frenetic . Her body’s natural instinct for danger made her want to turn around and flee . Trying to escape far away from his control .

However, before she could shake off Nangong Liuyun, the opposing party took unfair advantage of her proximity and advanced .

His arm was like an iron clamp, unyielding and powerful, firmly stopping her and holding on to her slender waist .

A magnified, large handsome face appeared in front of her .

His slightly narrowed phoenix eyes with hidden depths were like the undisturbed sea . Once again, wind appeared to give rise to large waves in them, emitting a disdain for the world that was overbearing and tyrannical .

“Nangong…” This kind of meaningful expression would simply startle people’s hearts . Su Luo had spoken just two words, before he bent down and seized the corner of her soft lips .

Now he was like a bold and powerful cheetah from an African prairie, erotic, coarse and wild . He fiercely nibbled and bit at his own most beloved prey .

He transferred a full mouthful of red wine to Su Luo . The sudden assault of the wine choked her until she coughed . She started to struggle as if her life depended on it .

Nangong Liuyun’s strong and powerful large palm suddenly imprisoned her into his chest . The other large palm was holding the back of her head . From top to bottom confining her in place, making Su Luo’s struggle and resistance to no avail .

The feverish kiss that was earth-shattering, was also tyrannical and emphatic, not allowing refusal .

Their lips and tongues intertwined, charming, romantic and natural .

His kiss was incomparably overbearing, strategically besieging the inside of her mouth, pressing on her until there was nowhere to flee to . She had no choice and was forced to respond to his passion .

The surroundings were silent and quiet . An ambiguous aura burst forth into the sky of the desolate night .

The faint, warm, summer grass smell that was distinctively from Nangong Liuyun’s body drew near her nose, carrying an opium-like, sinfully strong allure, making her entire spirit tremble .

At this time .

Su Luo’s mind was completely blank, she forgot to resist and lost all rational thoughts . She lost herself and practically lost all control, becoming intoxicated with the tender, homey feeling he wove . She sank deeply into it and could not free herself .

Nangong Liuyun’s coarse, wild and overbearing gale-like stormy kiss began to calm down . It softened and became a breeze-like drizzle that was soft and silky . It was also as gentle as the touch of a dragonfly skimming the water’s surface .

As if a long, long time had passed .

Only then did Nangong Liuyun reluctantly leave the corner of her lips that made people want to commit a crime . Only his pair of large hands was still tenderly cupping her very small cheeks . He was earnestly and carefully staring at her . That pair of demonically charming, red-rimmed phoenix eyes blurred in passing for a split second .

The surrounding were quiet .

There was only the sound of their slightly chaotic gasps for breath .

The bright moonlight cast a disproportionate shadow on the ground . The wind outside the window blew gently . Now, inside the room, there was a strange, flirtatious feeling of the calm before the storm .

No one was willing to break this quiet mood .

“You…went too far!” Su Luo angrily uttered in rebuke with a displeased expression of having been violated .

Originally, she thought her voice would sound wrathful, but the matter that made it even more difficult for her indignation was that her voice now sounded soft, weak and lacking strength . It was hoarse, deep and low, as if trapped by lust and hard to extricate from herself .

Rather than sounding like an angry rebuke, it sounded more like wanting to resist while still welcoming the blame .

This kind of tone made even Su Luo herself unable to continue listening to it, she turned her head away and gradually adjusted her disordered mood .

The corner of Nangong Liuyun’s mouth lifted into a smile, he unhurriedly tidied up her conspicuously messy hair . His languid movement seemed a little blurred, “Silly Luo Luo, are you this fond of this king kissing you?”

Su Luo’s previous breath choked back in her throat .

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