MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 21 (2)

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Said that he was sleeping and waited for an hour or two before the man woke up. He also wanted to see Meng Huan coquettishly holding him and calling him husband. It seemed that he was thinking too much.

"What happened last night, my husband admitted that he forced Huanhuan," Lin Bozhou said with a gentle voice, "Huanhuan was drunk and looked very uncomfortable, my husband wanted to make you feel less uncomfortable, so I did it according to my own ideas The husband should have asked Huanhuan if he would like to have **** before having sex, this is not thoughtful for the husband."

Meng Huan felt relieved.

Admit it, it's your problem.

Lin Bozhou was half a head taller than him, at this moment, he bent down slightly and looked at him: "Huanhuan, good boy, are you not angry?"

Before he knew it, he used the tone he used to coax him in the carriage last night.

Meng Huan was already annoyed by him, but when he heard him admit that he looked like they knew each other very well, he gritted his teeth tighter and tighter.

What is the use?

What's the use of pretending to say a few words?

If you taste the sweetness, you will say good things, who will believe it?

Meng Huan pinched his fingers tightly and pinched with his nails until red marks were dug out on the back of his hand. The back of his hand was stained moist with sweat, and his bones ached from being pinched.

All of this was captured by Lin Bozhou's gaze.

"Huanhuan, this is..." Lin Bozhou stretched out his hand, wanting to hold his hand in his.

The next second, Meng Huan pulled out again heavily, with such force that his fingernails brushed against each other, and with a soft sound, a bloodstain not long or short was cut on the back of Lin Bozhou's hand.

The bloodstain was gray at first, and gradually expanded, turning into a blood line, so thick and eye-catching that it was hard to ignore.

A strange atmosphere brewed in the air.

"..."

Meng Huan stood where he was, took a deep breath, and met Lin Bozhou's eyelashes.