Distressed Young Woman Transmigrates: Wangfei Who Defies the Imperial Edict Chapter 344: Prisoner (3)

Xiao Yao turned pale with shock, and wanted to struggle, Feng Luoxuan cut her two hands behind her back, and clasped them firmly with one hand.

"Let go of me, what are you doing?" Xiao Yao struggled, and Feng Luoxuan's hand was like an iron gate, almost drawing a bloodstain on her wrist.

Feng Luoxuan pulled close to her body, Xiao Yao was forced to turn his head to meet his gaze, Mo Ru Ziye's pupils were cold and cold, boundless coldness emerged from that strange black.

Xiao Yao seemed to see Hell Shura's eyes flashing with blades and blood shadows, and she felt the blood flowing in her body freeze into ice bit by bit.

In summer, she felt that she was in the North Pole, and it was cold to the bone.

Feng Luoxuan pinched her neck with his fingers, and looked at her with slender and cold eyes. With a little force from his hands, she could go to see Max.

Xiao Yao didn't dare to breathe, and looked nervously at Feng Luoxuan's hand.

Feng Luoxuan sneered silently, let go of the hand pinching her neck, and then slid his fingers on her neck, sliding down the skin under her collar like a poisonous snake, as light as the force of petals falling on the skin, but Xiao Yao shuddered.

"Are you afraid?" Feng Luoxuan's voice was so gentle, as if to comfort the prey that fell in his hands.

"...let me go, let me go."

Xiao Yao just felt scared, the Feng Luoxuan in front of him was different from what he had seen before, like a rose thorn mixed with poison, piercing into people's hearts silently.

Feng Luoxuan was not as she wished.

He slowly picked up her collar with his fingertips.

Suddenly tearing it hard, the sound of "hissing" and tearing the silk was particularly frightening in the dead air.

Xiao Yao's heart constricted into a ball, his voice was choked in his throat, and his eyes widened in fright.

Feng Luoxuan's gloomy gaze fell on her bare skin, his gaze was as sharp as the tip of a silver knife, Xiao Yao shrugged his shoulders, trying to avoid his gaze but couldn't.

He brushed her exquisite collarbone with his fingertips, and his eyes gradually became extremely cold.

"You can see red marks on your skin even when you look at the lantern." Feng Luoxuan's graceful fingertips stopped on an obvious hickey mark, stroking it back and forth, "Yao'er, why don't you tell me?" Was this bitten by a mosquito?"