"S--" Ye Qiqi gasped. The pain from her wrist made her black and white eyes instantly mist.
She turned her head, looked at Mo Hanqing with watery eyes, and said in a soft voice: "It hurts..."
Her voice was so soft, so aggrieved, so pitiful, but just one word, it was like a quietly falling feather, brushing against his heart.
Mo Hanqing felt her heart soften, and the force holding her wrist involuntarily weakened.
However, when he relaxed his vigilance just a little bit, he felt a breeze pass by in front of his eyes. The wrists that were held in his hands one second had disappeared the next second, and his own body was covered by something in an instant. The heavy object hit hard, and the whole person fell backwards uncontrollably.
Mo Hanqing was startled, and quickly stretched out his hands to support the wall of the carriage to steady himself, and then a thin figure rushed towards him quickly.
He dodged sideways and struck at the petite figure. Unexpectedly, his wrist was firmly grasped by her.
Mo Hanqing turned around and clasped Ye Qiqi's shoulder with her other hand, but she escaped in an instant.
Inside the carriage, there was a sudden "bang bang bang bang" sound of fighting.
The coachman who was driving heard the fierce fighting behind him and felt that the carriage was about to be torn apart by them. He glanced back in fear. Behind the car curtain blown by the night wind, His Highness Prince Jing'an and his personal The guards were fighting each other in extremely strange and twisted postures.
The driver glanced briefly and quickly turned his head back.
But in his heart, he was wondering why His Highness King Jing'an was fighting with his men. Could it be that the two of them were competing in martial arts
But why do we have to compete in martial arts in a carriage...
Sigh... As expected, His Highness Prince Jing'an's world is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
This carriage belongs to Mr. Gu's residence. The space inside the carriage is naturally not as large as that of Prince Jing'an's carriage. Therefore, in such a small space, the thin and thin Ye Qiqi has the upper hand during the fight. .
In just a moment, she had Mo Hanqing's entire body pressed under her.
She sat down on Mo Hanqing's stomach, pressed her knees tightly against the hem of his robe, and clasped Mo Hanqing's wrist tightly with her two small hands. She looked into his angry eyes and smiled stupidly. Said: "Hehehe... Your Highness, you can't beat me. My martial arts... is very high..."
"Get out of here, my king!" Mo Hanqing glared at her with blazing eyes and yelled at her through gritted teeth.
"No." Ye Qiqi made a face at him, then continued with a silly smile: "Little beauty, don't resist, I will be very gentle..."
After listening to what she said, Mo Hanqing was so angry that she wanted to spit a mouthful of old blood on her face.
This product is really useful now! I just walked around the brothel and learned all the teasing words of the men inside.
And at this moment, he, the majestic King Jing'an, was treated as a brothel girl and treated wantonly by her.
At this moment, Mo Hanqing felt that she was even more aggrieved than eight years ago.
"Little beauty, don't look at me with such an expression!" Ye Qiqi smiled at him, then touched his chest with a white hand and said, "Here, let me touch it."