Leng Muchen's eyes looked at her closed eyes, as if they were enduring the great pain he had brought her. "How much did that man hurt you, that made you so afraid of me?" His murmur opened her eyes.

Qin Yahuang was a little angry at his handsome face, but the words he wanted to explain fell to his mouth, or did not open his mouth.

She didn't want to make him angrier. Sometimes explaining what he didn't like to hear only made him angrier.

Leng Muchen's Wei-an body has covered her body, and he has never been a little gentle to her. Has this man conquered everything with violence?...