Quick Wear: The heroine is a top-level boss

Mu Beichen still had the energy to resist at first, but later he could not move anymore and could only use his mouth. Finally, he could only grit his teeth and endure it. It was impossible to ask him to beg for mercy. Mu Beichen would rather die than ask for mercy.

Su Xing had no intention of beating Mu Beichen to death. Seeing that his entire back was covered with whip marks, he dropped the whip in his hand and sat on a chair to admire his masterpiece.

It has to be said that Mu Beichen has a stunningly handsome face. At the moment, he looks disheveled and covered with whip marks, which is full of sadistic beauty. It makes people want to abuse him, but of course, also want to love him fiercely.

Unfortunately, this beauty fell into the eyes of the ruthless Su Xing. As a seasoned tasker, Su Xing had seen countless beauties in the world and had never been a person who judged by appearance.

Mu Beichen's long hair was disheveled, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face was pale. He looked at Su Xing angrily and said in a weak voice: "Zhao Su Xing, you are so brave that you dare to beat me like this. I admire your courage."

Mu Beichen's mouth curled up in a mocking arc: "But it is a serious crime to attack the royal family, not to mention that it is a wife beating her husband. This king will not forgive you. You wait to be sent to the inner court women's prison. When the time comes, this king will return today's humiliation double!"

Su Xing burst into laughter, her body shook with laughter, her face flushed, and her already beautiful appearance became even more gorgeous.

Mu Beichen frowned: "Zhao Suxing, what are you laughing at?"

Su Xing stood up from the chair, walked to Mu Beichen, squatted down, pinched Mu Beichen's chin, and lifted his face up.

"Of course I am laughing at your stupidity. If I had no one to rely on, how dare I treat you like this?"

Mu Beichen looked at her warily: "What do you mean?"

Su Xing raised his hand, and on the tip of his index finger, a bug that was sometimes illusory and sometimes real appeared and disappeared.

Su Xing moved his finger and placed the insect on his fingertips in front of Mu Beichen.

Mu Beichen stared at the strange insect on Su Xing's fingertips. He tried to avoid it cautiously, but Su Xing grabbed his neck and prevented him from dodging.

Su Xing chuckled and said slowly: "Have you heard of Miaojiang Gushu?"

Mu Beichen immediately understood what Su Xing meant, and his voice suddenly became louder and his voice broke: "You know Gu?!"

Su Xing shook his finger and chuckled, "You're not that stupid. You'll be able to experience what Gu is soon. Are you happy?"

Mu Beichen struggled desperately, but kept his mouth tightly shut and dared not speak, for fear that Su Xing would stuff the insect into his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth.

Su Xing exerted force and dragged Mu Beichen, who was struggling to move away from her, closer to her.

"It's no use keeping your mouth shut. The poison can get into your body through any orifice, your nose, your ears, your eyes."

Su Xing slowed down his voice, his eyes dropped, and he looked meaningfully at Mu Beichen's lower body.

In the face of Mu Beichen's bloodshot expression, he chuckled and continued to threaten.

"Even your pores are enough for the Gu to enter your body."

Mu Beichen shook his head, and a pleading look finally appeared on his unyielding face: "No, don't!"

Su Xing ignored Mu Beichen's pleas and flicked his fingers lightly. The real and illusory insects on his fingertips fell on Mu Beichen's face and drilled into his pores in an instant.

Su Xing casually pushed Mu Beichen away and sat on the bed. Mu Beichen couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his face, and then he scratched his throat to spit out the bug.

Su Xing sat on the bed and watched Mu Beichen tossing and turning nonchalantly. He tapped the ground with his toes and said jokingly, "If you don't want to suffer, crawl over here on your knees."

Mu Beichen looked at Su Xing angrily: "Don't even think about it... uh... ah..."

The moment Mu Beichen opened his mouth to refuse, he felt a tingling pain all over his body and could not help but fall to the ground, rolling around. Wherever he rolled, the tables and chairs were overturned by Mu Beichen.

Mu Beichen let out bursts of wailing, and the sound attracted the servants outside.

Someone knocked on the door and shouted, "My Lord, what's wrong with you? My Lord, please open the door!"

Mu Beichen's eyes were bloodshot. He raised his head with difficulty to look at the door and stretched out a hand to ask for help.

An exquisite red embroidered shoe stepped on Mu Beichen's outstretched hand, and the tip of the shoe rolled back and forth slowly and leisurely on his fair and slender hand.

Mu Beichen gritted his teeth in pain and looked up. Su Xing, dressed in red, stepped on his hand, smiled and leaned over to look at him.

The tassels on her hair swayed slightly, and under the dim candlelight, her hair full of pearls and jade sparkled with colorful light, reflecting Su Xing's face, making her even more charming and beautiful.

Unfortunately, Mu Beichen had no intention of appreciating Su Xing's beauty. In his eyes, Su Xing was like a devil.

Su Xing raised his slender fingers and placed them in front of his rosy lips, making a gesture to keep quiet.

Looking at Mu Beichen's angry eyes, Su Xing smiled softly.

"Good Chen Lang, please don't ruin our relationship by yelling."

After saying that, Su Xing gently flicked Mu Beichen's forehead, removed her foot that was stepping on his hand, sat back on the bed, threw a coquettish look at Mu Beichen, and said in a charming voice: "Go and send the servants away quickly."

Mu Beichen felt that the numbness, itching and pain in his body had disappeared. He got up shivering, picked up the coat that Su Xing had taken off with difficulty and put it on. He turned around and went to open the door with a fierce look in his eyes.

Mu Beichen had never suffered such hardship since he was born. He made up his mind that as soon as the door was opened, he would have his servants capture Su Xing immediately. He would rather die than be controlled by this bitch.

No matter how powerful the Miao Jiang witchcraft is, under torture, he will have to spit out all the witchcraft.

If it really doesn't work, Mu Beichen will never regret it even if it means destroying himself and the whole family. He would rather die than live in humiliation under Zhao Suxing's control.

When Mu Beichen's hand was on the bolt, a faint sigh came from behind him: "Why is Chen Lang so naughty?"

As Su Xing finished speaking, Mu Beichen felt that his body was out of control in an instant.

He watched himself open the bolt and yelled at the anxious servant outside the door with an unhappy look on his face.

"I am currently enjoying the boudoir with my princess. All of you please get out of here and do not disturb our pleasure."

Mu Beichen was horrified and wondered why he couldn't control himself.

He wanted to ask for help, wanted to use his eyes to let the servants know of his predicament, but the servants just bowed, apologized and retreated respectfully.

A white hand was placed on his shoulder, and the heat from his ear gave him goose bumps. Mu Beichen heard Su Xing chuckle in his ear.

"Chen Lang, the night is long, we still have plenty of time to play slowly."

Mu Beichen suddenly felt desperate. He knelt on the ground with his stiff body, crawled to the bed like a dog, and looked up at Su Xing.

Su Xing looked at the resentment in Mu Beichen's eyes and raised his eyebrows in amusement. He couldn't bear this little torture? How could it be compared with the original owner's life sentence?

Su Xing raised his hand and lifted Mu Beichen's chin, then laughed in the face of his humiliated eyes.