Chapter 3: Crossing Time and Space

  Mu Bei dust teased and looked at being pressed under his body, with a strong and stubborn gaze still pretending to be full of expectation in Mu Yan's eyes.

  She, with the identity of a princess, married into the southern country and was inserted into the heart of this country in the form of an eye line. Although there were some minor setbacks in between, she had already made preparations to bear all of this before making her decision.

  Loosen the hand that grasped her chin, slightly lift his upper body away from hers, and let his eyes roam freely from her delicate face down to her smooth neck, then stop at the slight rise and fall of her chest: She was indeed beautiful!

  Her fists were clenched tightly, her body trembling violently with persistence, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on her delicate skin as if she was afraid of the cold.

  "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you!"

  Mo Beichen's face twisted into a cruel and cold smile as he reached out to rip off the only clothes left on her body. Then, he leaned in, forcing open her stiff limbs, and brutally entered her amidst Mo Yu's shocked cry.

  "Hmm!"

  The tightly clenched teeth couldn't stop the painful hums from escaping her mouth, and the tears streaming down her face broke through her last line of defense: she regretted it, regretted not listening to advice, insisting on coming to the south, and being arrogant enough to think that her beauty would be enough to win over Mu Bei Feng, but who knew, she hadn't even seen Mu Bei Feng's face.

  Her heart was torn apart like a physical pain, and she felt as if she was being destroyed bit by bit by this man who showed no mercy or pity. She felt herself falling into hell, trapped in an abyss of despair.

  At this moment, she realized how childish she was and how far off the mark her mistake had been. Mu Beichen was simply a devil who didn't have any tender feelings for her at all.

  At this moment, she would rather die immediately!

  Suddenly, the roof made a loud "crash" sound, and a pale blue object fell down along with broken tiles! Mu Beichen didn't even lift his head, he struck out with one palm, immediately bouncing it back. Poor Mu Yan on the bed had no idea what was happening before being hit hard, letting out a dull hum then losing consciousness.

  The hall has quieted down!

  Rubbing my forehead with my eyes closed: the same terrible situation as every morning recently: a throbbing headache, dizziness and confusion! And now I've added another item - body aches all over!

  She twisted her body slightly, and there was a hint of something unusual beneath her. Before Xiaotong could get up to check, she was suddenly lifted into the air and thrown onto the cold ground.

  "Was it you who threw me?"

  Xia Tong stood up with a sore butt, her face filled with anger. She raised her head and was immediately shocked on the spot. In front of her was a long-haired man with a golden crown tied to his hair, his face chiseled like it had been carved by a knife, his eyes cold as ice, staring at her like an eagle. Further down, Xia Tong saw a smooth and unblemished body without a single thread on him.

  "Ah, you're not wearing clothes?" Xia Tong exclaimed.

  "Who are you?"

  His tone was cold and devoid of warmth as he spoke, casually picking up a robe and throwing it over his shoulders.

  "Ah......ah, how can you not wear clothes?"

  Xia Tong didn't answer his question and was still shocked by everything she saw in front of her.

  "You..."

  The next sound was muffled by a hand clamped over her throat, before she could even gasp.

  "What did you say? What is your purpose?"

  The icy voice still had no temperature, deepening a hint of chill.

  "Uggghhh..."

  Xia Tong struggled, she was terrified and wanted to shout for help. This man was not only a pervert but also must be mentally ill, at this moment he was unconscious and wanted to strangle her to death.

  She wanted to shout but didn't make a sound, as he gradually closed his hand, Xia Tong's throat made a stifled noise.

  "If you don't want to die, then confess honestly, who sent you?"

  As her hands slowly clenched into fists, Xia Tong felt the oxygen in front of her becoming thinner and her breathing became more difficult.