Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Chapter 4785



Chapter 4785: Deep love along the way (21)

Translator: 549690339

Han yichu’s whole body was in pain. If he did not let Huang qingwu feel the pain, he could not release himself.

Han yichu had to use a lot of self-control to control her emotions.

“Qingwu, I’m not the one torturing you. You’re the one torturing my heart. You’re my wife. I won’t allow you to belong to anyone else,” he said in a low, charming voice.

Huang qingwu could not help but ask,””Then can you say you’re mine? Whether it’s your body or your heart, do you still think of anyone else?”

Huang qingwu wanted to ask if there was still Helian man?

However, she didn’t say the last sentence out loud. She didn’t want to make things too awkward on the last night.

If han yichu didn’t say that, she wouldn’t have been so angry.

Han yichu’s face changed when she heard Huang qingwu’s words.

He stopped all his movements and looked down at Huang qingwu. His brows were furrowed, and the light in his eyes was like a mist, making it impossible to see through and guess.

Huang qingwu did not know what han yichu was thinking.

She actually hoped that han yichu would tell her a lie, but he didn ‘T. He just kept silent.

Huang qingwu’s heart ached, and it hurt badly. She silently forced her tears back.

He could never give her a sense of security, even if it was just to lie to her and say a few nice things.

But was he not even willing to lie to her?

Even though she tried her best to hold back her tears, Huang qingwu’s eyes were still a little wet.

She tried her best to open her eyes wide and did not dare to close them. She was afraid that if she closed her eyes, she would cry.

She didn’t want han yichu to see her at her weakest.

Huang qingwu took a deep breath and tried to control the pain in her heart. She stretched out her arms and hugged han yichu’s neck, continuing to kiss him. She didn’t want an answer. She didn’t want to ask anything and she didn’t want to be conflicted. This was their last love!

Huang qingwu used all the skills she had learned in the past deeds to seduce han yichu.

She wanted han yichu to be with her …

Han yichu was already very aroused, and now that Huang qingwu took the initiative to tease her, how could she control herself?

He seemed to have forgotten everything and no longer thought about it. There was only the bright and beautiful woman under him in his eyes.

Then, he sank in with all his might …

Huang qingwu could not help but cry out in pain, and the tears in her eyes could not help but fall.

Tears rolled down from the corners of Huang qingwu’s eyes. Her brows were tightly knitted together as if she was in pain.

In fact, the pain in Huang qingwu’s body could not cover up the pain in her heart. However, it was still painful. That was why a strong person like her would cry over love.

Han yichu stopped at this moment, and she felt like she was going to die.

However, he saw that Huang qingwu seemed to be in great pain and was very uncomfortable. Even if he could not bear it, he had no choice but to stop.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched Huang qingwu’s cheek. He lowered his head to kiss her tears away and used his hand to calm her emotions.

His eyes never left Huang qingwu’s expression. He wanted to see if she was still in pain.

He didn’t know why, but when he saw her like this, his heart ached a little. There was also a sense of deja vu in his mind, as if such a scene had happened before.

However, he couldn’t figure it out.

“Qingwu, does it still hurt?”

Han yichu’s tone was filled with pity, but Huang qingwu did not believe that he had true feelings for her.

The reason she was in pain was because she wasn’t ready. It was because her heart was in pain, not because she was truly relieved.

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