On the night of my wedding, I was raped by a yandere villain

However, the young man still had no intention of stopping. Wei Anning's attitude towards him during the day finally hurt him.

His hand moved downwards little by little until it reached the girl's collarbone, a place where he had lingered many times.

That sexy collarbone made the young man's eyes turn scarlet.

He did not hesitate, but suddenly lifted Wei Anning's thin quilt, and lowered his head to cover it.

His lips suddenly came close to Wei Anning's lips, and those full lips had a moist luster.

God knows how much he misses her these days.

Day and night, every minute and every second, he wanted to see her.

He was looking forward to the girl being able to visit him in person, but he waited and waited to no avail.

"Since you won't come, miss, how about coming every day from the thirteenth day on?" Yin Mohan said in a low voice.

The corner of his mouth curled up. What he didn't get during the day, he had to make up for it this time.

The girl was obviously sleeping deeply under the influence of the drug, but she was still uneasy. Her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, as if she was unhappy about something.

Her body was shaking uncontrollably, probably because she had experienced something bad in her dream.

Following the boy's movements, Wei Anning's trembling movements became louder and louder.

When Yin Mohan saw the girl's reaction, his heart became even more agitated.

He stretched out his hand to hold Wei Anning's shoulder and patted it gently to show comfort.

Unexpectedly, Wei Anning slowly calmed down under the influence of his palm.

After a while, Wei Anning lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

Feeling the girl's obedience, the corners of Yin Mohan's mouth slightly raised again.

He felt satisfied for a moment and continued what he had just done.

He seems to be tireless and always feels how mysterious the world is.

Just the girl lying here can make her feel satisfied.

He wanted to have more, to have her completely to himself.

Thinking of this, Yin Mohan's eyes darkened even more.

But when he looked at the sleeping girl, he didn't do that step after all.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and there was an insatiable loneliness in his eyes.

He raised his hand and slowly helped Wei Anning up, then hugged her into his arms.

Yin Mohan's voice was hoarse and low, and he whispered in Wei Anning's ear: "Miss, I will spare you this time."

After saying that, he hugged Wei Anning tightly again, sighing with satisfaction from the corner of his mouth.

Yin Mohan came out alone. When he returned to the palace, there were few people on the palace roads.

As he was walking like this, far away, he suddenly saw someone walking towards him.

That person turned out to be Yang Yanting, the young minister of Dali Temple.

The two faced each other face to face, Yin Mohan looked at each other with calm eyes, and there was no emotion in his dark eyes.

Instead, Yang Yanting saw Yin Mohan visibly shaken.

He probably didn't expect to see the current Thirteenth Highness here.

He lowered his head and saluted Yin Mohan: "Your Highness Thirteenth."

Yin Mohan's expression remained unchanged and he nodded.

This was considered a greeting, Yang Yanting raised his feet and was about to leave.

However, behind him, Yin Mohan suddenly said: "Yang Shaoqing."

Yang Yanting paused.

Just listen to Yin Mohan's clear voice: "Now that the prince's party has fallen and scattered, why don't you abandon the darkness and turn to the light?"

Yang Yanting stiffened when he heard Yin Mohan's words.

There was a flash of hope in his eyes, but it was quickly extinguished.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a hint of ridicule, and he looked at the flickering palace lantern in the distance.

"Where is the light and where is the darkness?"

Yin Mohan raised his eyebrows, and he suddenly said coldly: "Okay, you can take care of yourself."

Yang Yanting once again saluted Yin Mohan, and his voice was gentle and humble: "Thank you, His Highness Thirteenth, for your advice."

The two parted in silence.

Yang Yanting came to the East Palace when he was a child.

In the prince's palace, Yin Moli has been waiting for a long time.

His mind was no longer normal at this time, and his thoughts were often manic and restless.

But Yang Yanting was an extraordinary existence to him.

Yang Yanting pushed the door open and entered. When Yin Moli saw him, he suddenly ran over from the bed.

His hair was messy and he was only wearing a white undershirt, exposing his muscular chest.

Yang Yanting saluted him, but Yin Moli was already impatient, so he stepped forward to hug him.

Now that he is alone, all the losers have already disappeared, only Yan Ting remains by his side.

He knew that his vision was correct.

I didn't see the wrong person.

After not seeing each other for many days, the prince's force on Yang Yanting today was inevitably a bit stronger.

The house was brightly lit, with warm candles swaying wantonly.

The two have not become estranged by time, but have become more understanding.

Both of their heads were covered with sweat. The prince accidentally lost his strength.

Outside, it was eerily quiet.

It happened that at this time, Wei Anxin got up at night and came out.

She has not been feeling well in recent days.

The prince tortured her day and night.

That kind of thing is occasionally called love/interest, but after too much, it would be a bit too much for her.

But she still believed that she was the only one who could tide over the difficulties with the prince at this moment.

The prince is only temporarily deposed. There is still a queen and her family behind him, and he may be able to make a comeback one day.

At that time, she was the only one held in the palm of the prince's hand.

The Crown Princess and the Queen belong to her, Wei Anxin.

Thinking of this, Wei Anxin felt much better.

But when she got up, she suddenly saw that the candle in the prince's room was not extinguished.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering why the prince was still up so late.

So I walked over quietly to find out.

However, it doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, it’s simply shocking when you look at it.

When she saw it, she saw the prince and a man...

Wei Anxin had a horrified expression on her face. She widened her eyes and looked at the two people inside in disbelief.

Coincidentally, she also knew that man.

It was Yang Yanting, the young minister of Dali Temple who had been here several times before!

Wei Anxin's heart beat like a drum, as if he had encountered something mysterious.

Surprise, fear, loss, fear...all kinds of emotions suddenly overflowed in my heart.

She panicked and took a step back.

By coincidence, I stepped on a branch on the ground.

Wei Anxin covered his lips and ran away immediately.

Inside the house, two men also heard the noise outside.

Yang Yanting looked embarrassed, and the prince snorted coldly. He comforted: "Don't worry, I won't let her tell anyone."