Reborn, after dressing up as a vicious female supporting character

Song Lianhe struggled, raised his hand to hold his wrist, and pushed his hand away from his cheek, "Well... we can sit down and talk slowly."

The man sneered.

She is used to coaxing like this!

He simply stepped back and said, "Okay, let's talk."

"Actually, I was helpless that day. I was drugged. If I didn't escape, I would be accused of having an affair with my servant! I had to save myself!"

When the man heard her words, he raised his eyes slightly.

"I ran to the back hill outside my house precisely because it was deserted. Who would have thought that I would meet you there! And you were..."

Still so "beautiful and delicious"...

"How can I control it~" Song Lianhe said and cast a sad glance: "Besides, you didn't push me away at that time. I thought you were willing."

The man said coldly: "I was injured and couldn't move."

"..."

What he said was so good that he almost put the word "animal" on her forehead.

Song Lianhe looked away awkwardly, "But... but your reaction at that time was obviously very... very lively and lively... The second time, it wasn't me who took the initiative..."

call out.

This time the dart flew close to her scalp.

Song Lianhe was too frightened to move, and looked at him in disbelief with his big eyes.

"No, it's not, can we talk properly? If we don't agree, we'll play with knives..."

The man lifted up his clothes, sat directly on the bed, and stared at the woman opposite.

She took off her wedding dress, only wearing a red tunic, with bulging breasts and a slender waist that could not be grasped. She stood there timidly, reflecting the charming candlelight in the room, which made people's hearts itch unbearably.

She was really frightened, her face turned pale, and she was still staring at the surroundings warily as she spoke, for fear of being caught by someone.

The man rubbed his fingers and narrowed his eyes.

"Tell me, how do you plan to give me an explanation?"

Song Lianhe raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, "Well, how about... I give you some mental compensation? It's just money... Of course, I just want to make up for it in this way, and I don't mean to belittle you."

The man stared at her for a long time without saying anything.

Song Lianhe felt uneasy. He didn't know where to place his hands as he stood there, "How about you say...as long as I can do it, I will try my best to make up for it."

The man suddenly turned his head and glanced towards the door.

At this time, Song Lianhe also heard footsteps, "No! Someone is coming!"

She stepped forward anxiously, "What should I do? What should I do?"

This way, if people see her meeting a wild man on her wedding night, she no longer has to worry about being persecuted by the protagonist and villain, and can log out early.

"Miss?"

It's Futaba.

Song Lianhe was so anxious that he pushed the man down on the bed, pulled Da Hongxi's quilt over him.

Just as she was about to turn around, her wrist was grabbed, and she was then dragged to the bed. Then, the curtain fell...

The door was pushed open at that moment.

Futaba came in and saw no one in the room. She turned around and suddenly saw the bulging quilt behind the curtain of the bed...

Under the quilt, Song Lianhe was pressed against the man, not daring to breathe. His frightened eyes reflected the man's silver mask, and his breath was filled with cold breath.

Futaba naturally knew it couldn't be the prince. She sighed and went over to pick up the wedding dress that fell on the ground. She muttered: "Miss, you don't want to listen to what this slave has to say..."

Song Lianhe was extremely nervous, especially as the man's body beneath him gradually became hot, which was the body temperature of a man.

She bit her lip, unable to look at him, and moved her cheek to the side in embarrassment.

But holding her neck all the time would make her tired. Just when she was almost unable to hold on any longer, a big hand suddenly pressed the back of her neck and pushed her head directly onto his chest.

Song Lianhe was startled and rested her head on his chest defenselessly. The solid hardness reminded her of how strong the man's body was.

The man lowered his eyes and glanced at the woman on her chest, his gorgeous and bright lips raised slightly.

"...Miss, I know you haven't slept, and you don't have to pretend not to have heard. Tomorrow there will be rumors in the palace that the prince has neglected you. How will you respond? There is also the general's palace. Think about it, if Madam heard about it? I'm probably so happy that I wish I could set off some firecrackers!"

How could Song Lianhe still be in the mood to listen to the little girl talking about this? The man's hand underneath her touched her waist at some point, rubbing the soft flesh there, and the irregular and intimate movements wore her will down. About to collapse!

Especially since this man had skin-to-skin contact with her, as soon as he got close, that shameful memory would suddenly attack her!

She couldn't bear it anymore and was about to stick her head out to let Futaba out. Unexpectedly, after realizing her thoughts, the man suddenly turned over and pressed her under him. At the same time, he covered her with one hand. Her mouth...