[Wearing the Book] The villain tyrant wants to spoil me

Song Zheji's handsome face slowly enlarged in front of his eyes, and his warm breath fell.

Realizing what Song Zheji was going to do, Mo Yihuan grabbed Song Zheji's wrist in a panic, shaking his head almost pleadingly: "Don't..."

The man stopped approaching.They are so close together that their breathing is almost intertwined.

Song Zheji's eyelashes moved.

"Isn't it okay to kiss?" The pair of light-colored lips fluttered in front of her eyes: "...my princess?"

"Brother Song, you, you don't actually like me, do you?" Mo Yihuan tried hard to maintain a calm expression, and said with difficulty: "You just want to fight against Ji Yue, that's why..."

"Ji Yue?" Song Zheji frowned slightly, as if he was thinking, and said lightly after a while: "That's right, it's because of Ji Yue. I don't like him, and I don't like the way you are by his side."

Mo Yihuan tried to persuade him: "So, you don't actually have to do this..."

"But it doesn't conflict with my liking you." Song Zheji interrupted him, and said loudly: "I'm sure, I want you, and I only want you alone."

Mo Yihuan: "..."

Song Zheji lowered his eyelashes, and his eyes fell on the young man's lips.He was short of breath.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." The man rolled his Adam's apple and sighed softly, "Don't refuse me, okay?"

"No... uh!"

The ending sound was completely swallowed up, and the man covered himself up and kissed her.

Mo Yihuan exclaimed and bit hard without hesitation.

Song Zheji's movements froze, but he didn't leave just then. Instead, he was enraged and deepened the kiss.

The sweet smell of blood spread.

The man's handsome face was faintly pale, his lips were stained with bright red blood, but his eyes were black and shiny.Mo Yihuan couldn't help being a little scared by his weird appearance.

Song Zheji touched his lips, his fingertips blushed with blood.

"It's broken." His eyes drooped, and he laughed self-deprecatingly: "You really don't show mercy to your husband..."

For husband?

This title made Mo Yihuan even more uncomfortable. He wiped his lips with his sleeve and said in disgust, "Song Zheji, don't disgust me, you will only make me hate you more and more."

"Hate it?" Song Zheji smiled disapprovingly: "After that wedding night in the bridal chamber, you might hate me to the bone."

The man's lips were raised, but the corners of his eyes and brows were cold.

Mo Yihuan's heart shuddered inexplicably.

He reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist: "Follow me."

Mo Yihuan struggled hard, but couldn't get away, so he had to be dragged by Song Zheji to a room.Song Zheji opened the cabinet, took out a piece of clothing, and shook it off. It was a radiant red wedding dress.

...Fengguanxiapei, long pendant dragging, this is a wedding dress worn by women.

"Huan'er, I personally picked this for you," Song Zheji said softly, "Try it on?"

Mo Yihuan gritted her teeth: "I don't want to wear women's clothes."

Song Zheji smiled and said, "So, do you need me to change your clothes for you?"

Mo Yihuan pursed his lips in shame, he really wanted to pull off that dress and throw it at Song Zheji's face.But his rationality told him that it was obviously not a wise idea to go against Song Zheji under the circumstances.

He reluctantly took the clothes: "...you go out first."

Song Zheji retreated.

Mo Yihuan put the complicated clothes on his body one by one, the humiliation made his nose sour and his eyes hot.

Ji Yue, Ji Yue, Ji Yue, Ji Yue!This dog man, when will he come...

"Are you ready?" came a urging voice from outside the door.

Mo Yihuan quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, trying to calm down his emotions: "Okay..."

Before the voice fell, the man couldn't wait to push the door open and enter.

There was silence for a moment, and Song Zheji stared blankly at the young man in bright red in front of him, approaching him step by step, with an almost crazy expression.

Mo Yihuan: "This..."

Song Zheji shook his head and said softly, "Don't talk."

Mo Yihuan could only shut up. In fact, he wanted to say that the collar of this dress was a bit strangled.

Song Zheji walked up to Mo Yihuan, stretched out his hand, brushed his fingers over the young man's hair, and gently stroked his cheek greedily with his fingertips.His light-colored pupils trembled slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse: "... very beautiful."

Mo Yihuan stared at him, and said in a muffled voice, "You look like a pervert."

Song Zheji raised his eyebrows: "What is a 'pervert'?"

Mo Yihuan sneered: "Good words, I'll praise you."

Song Zheji smiled nonchalantly, did not speak again, and reached out to gently brush the messy hair on the young man's forehead behind his ears.Mo Yihuan wanted to avoid his hand in disgust, but he grabbed the back of his neck, leaned over, and leaned against his ear:

"I will let him see with his own eyes, you wear this dress and become my princess."

In the dark cell, a man was huddled in the corner, with ragged clothes and messy long hair. His fair face was smeared with mud, and the bright red butterfly on his forehead also lost its luster.

There was the sound of the chains colliding, and then there was a "squeak", and someone pushed the door and entered.

Lianhuan suddenly raised her head, looked at the tall man who walked in, her face was full of surprise, her eyes widened and her lips trembled: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

A pair of brocade boots walked in front of him, the man's voice was cold and without a trace of warmth: "You had a chance to kill me."

Lian Huan was startled, but did not speak.

Ji Yue narrowed his eyes slightly: "...Why didn't you do it then?"

The man's eyelashes trembled, and then he actually laughed, and he said with a smile: "Because, the slave's heart is pleasing to His Majesty."

Ji Yue's expression froze: "Nonsense!"

"I am pleased with Your Majesty," Lian Huan murmured repeatedly: "When His Majesty was in Mo Country, I had a relationship with His Majesty. Since then, I have just..."

"Really?" Ji Yue interrupted him expressionlessly, and said, "Why don't I remember?"

Lian Huan lowered her eyes, a look of sadness flashed in her long and narrow eyes.The reluctant arc drawn by the corners of his lips finally couldn't hold it anymore, he slowly closed his eyes, and two tears fell to the ground.

"...Your Majesty, kill me."

Ji Yue looked at him quietly.

"I won't kill you now."

The man's thin body trembled, his eyes gleamed with joy, he raised his eyes in disbelief: "Your Majesty?"

"Since Huan'er left because of you..." The handsome man looked down at him, his thin lips parted slightly, but what he uttered were icy cold words: "Then, when I bring him back in the future, I will treat him in front of him." In front of him, he killed you with his own hands."

It was already the fourth day, and the Prince's Mansion was decorated with lanterns and festoons, creating a festive atmosphere.

Mo Yihuan slumped on the chair in front of the dressing table like a salted fish, letting the maids wash and dress him up.

"My lord, why do you look unhappy?" A little maid who combed his hair boldly asked.

Mo Yihuan squinted at her: "Why should I be happy?"

The maid lowered her head, blushed and muttered: "Sisters all say that Mr. Song is a very nice person, gentle with others, and so handsome..."

"Oh." Mo Yihuan said indifferently: "Such a good Mr. Song is given over to you, can you please let me out?"

"Huh?" The maid said in a daze, "But..."

Before she finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and Song Zheji walked in: "Huan'er!"

Mo Yihuan didn't even lift her eyelids.

The man walked straight up behind Mo Yihuan, put his hands on the young man's shoulders, looked down at the young man's peach-like face in the mirror, raised the corners of his lips, and said softly: "...it looks pretty."

Mo Yihuan: "Oh."

Song Zheji caressed the boy's black hair like a waterfall: "Unhappy?"

Mo Yihuan had no expression on his face: "Don't ask questions knowingly?"

Song Zheji smiled and said, "Why are you so angry?"

As he spoke, he squatted down in front of Mo Yihuan, and reached out to grab his wrist.Before Mo Yihuan could react, a pair of thin shackles landed on his wrists.

"Song Zheji!" Mo Yihuan's eyes widened suddenly, he struggled hard, the chain made a "cracking" sound, and said angrily, "What are you doing, you?"

"I'm afraid you'll do something to hurt yourself." Song Zheji said softly, "I don't want to cause any trouble before tomorrow. When the time comes, I will naturally let you know."

Mo Yihuan: "I lost you..."

Before he finished speaking, a voice came from the door: "His Royal Highness!"

Song Zheji paused, then stood up: "Huan'er, wait for me a moment."

Mo Yihuan looked at the little maid beside him, shook the shackles on his hands, and said with a smile: "That's right, your Mr. Song is indeed 'gentle'."

Looking at the stunned expression of the maidservant, Mo Yihuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion, thinking that he was also deceived by Song Zheji's gentle and harmless appearance at the beginning...

Who would have thought that this handsome male lead would be a pervert?

The sound of conversation coming from the door.

"His Royal Highness, someone is asking to see you outside the door."

"Who?"

"I don't know, that person claims to be an old friend of yours..."

"Old man?" Song Zheji paused, and said in a low voice, "I don't see you."

Mo Yihuan froze, quickly got up and kicked the door open, and asked impatiently, "Which old friend? What's his name?"

Song Zheji frowned, and before he could speak, he heard a voice from afar: "Song Zheji!"

The voice was faint, and a figure galloped from far to near the door.Mo Yihuan's eyes widened in astonishment, and his heart beat violently...

Ji Li?

Ji Li was followed by a few panting guards: "Your Highness, this person insists on barging in..."

"No problem." Song Zheji frowned slightly, waved to the guards and said, "Go down."

Ji Li stared straight at Song Zheji, his usually bloodless face was stained with a faint blush, and his breath was a little uneven, he coughed violently while covering his chest, and then slowly opened his mouth, saying: "Cough cough , Ben Wang also asked why Young Master Song didn’t want to see me, it turns out, ahem, it turns out he was making out with the bride?”

Song Zheji looked at him expressionlessly: "What wind brought His Highness King Qi here?"

"Ahem, Mr. Song is getting married, how can this king not come?" Ji Li smiled, and glanced at Mo Yihuan who was beside him lightly, and the smile on his lips became even bigger: "This king also congratulates Mr. Song, finally Good luck."

Song Zheji also smiled: "Thank you."

Mo Yihuan stared at Ji Li blankly, feeling heavy and uncomfortable.

...Why even he came, but Ji Yue didn't show up?

Is he really planning to ignore himself? !

"Hello!" Mo Yihuan's nose was sore, and finally she couldn't help but asked, "Where's your brother?"

Ji Li looked at him.

Mo Yihuan suppressed the soreness in his heart, gritted his teeth and said sullenly: "You tell me something, if your brother doesn't come, I will open a green pasture on his head!"