Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 127 He Clearly Could

Just because he showed her a good face for one day, Chu Qianli seed to have forgotten how vile this man’s nature really was!

In the Imperial City, he covered the sky with one hand, and even the Emperor and the Empress Dowager had to be wary of him.

In the court, he was a man everyone wanted to curry favor with.

He was surrounded by stars, basked in endless love and adoration, arrogant, domineering, savage, and cold!

How could he possibly be a reasonable man?

Her body was flipped over, and a chill spread across it! Biting her lips, Chu Qianli realized once again why she had to leave.

In this inherently unequal marriage, struggling to survive was definitely not the life she wanted.

She!

Must escape!

Feng Yexuan pressed her down beneath his palm, her pale skin catching his eye, igniting his anger and desire in an instant.

He actually didn’t understand why the relationship between the two of them had returned to such a stiff state.

Earlier that day on the back mountain, they were fine.

But why did she insist on leaving?

Even if she didn’t say it, he could see it clearly in her defiant eyes.

She was constantly thinking of escaping from him!

This thought enraged him beyond words.

He would not allow it!

His towering figure bore down, pressing tightly against her smooth back.

Chu Qianli shivered involuntarily as if she had been scalded.

His body was too hot! Like fire!

"Promise , devote yourself to staying in the Prince Residence and never think of leaving again, and I can pamper you," he said.

This was his last chance for her.

Yet Chu Qianli just bit her lips, closed her eyes, and said nothing.

He had never seen such a stubborn woman!

Could she not be a bit more docile? Even if it was just a pretense!

But she, she wouldn’t even give him that bit of fake affection!

Truly a woman that one can’t help but both love and hate!

The word ’love’ slowed Feng Yexuan’s movents.

Although he still didn’t understand what love was, it seed that he was growing less and less displeased with this woman.

In fact, he was increasingly fond of... the feeling of being close to her.

The firm grip on her shoulder gradually loosened a little.

His hand, calloused from years of wielding a sword, felt rough against her soft, delicate skin.

Rolling over her silky skin, the contrast between a man and a woman was quickly apparent.

This delicate skin, so easily bruised, could bear the marks of his rough handling with the slightest force.

It made one feel both a sense of pity and an urge to ravage her further.

After what seed like a long ti, Feng Yexuan finally closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and rolled off her body.

Then he gently held her in his arms.

Chu Qianli instinctively tried to struggle.

The deep and husky voice of Feng Yexuan fell from above:

"Don’t move, otherwise, I might not be able to control myself."

He was really trying to control himself! He was restraining, suppressing!

Even Chu Qianli could feel how difficult it was for him at that mont.

His tensed body was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Accidentally touching his chest, she could imdiately feel the tense muscles beneath his skin.

Looking again, his muscles were taut all over, each one quivering slightly.

Sweat slid down his chest and dripped onto her chest.

So hot!

But she dared not make any sudden movents, afraid that his already taut nerves would snap completely.

"Feng Yexuan..."

She was sowhat surprised.

She didn’t understand why he didn’t simply use his overpowering strength to do as he pleased.

But why did he choose to stop and endure the pain instead?