Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

The shadow guards noticed that Han Moze stood motionlessly and exuded an icy air all over. They couldn’t help but shiver. They were truly cold!

Lian Jiuhua understood Han Moze more than anyone, and knew that Han Moze was jealous but he didn’t plan to talk reason with him. Instead, he walked over to Han Moze’s side and hugged him with both arms. “Little brother, why are you spacing out for? It’s time to go!” He ushered.

Han Moze’s surroundings instantly got even colder.

Lian Jiuhua noticed that Han Moze got even more annoyed, and actually felt happy inside. After all, you and Her Majesty are always so annoyingly lovey-dovey every day…

Although Lian Jiuhua was secretly happy deep down inside, he looked visibly worried. “Cheer up, little brother! Her Majesty’s back after much difficulty, and yet you look so glum! Since you’re not going up, I will!” Then, he flew onto Green Dragon.

The other shadow guards didn’t dare publically challenge Han Moze the way that Lian Jiuhua did, but hid to one side and waited for Han Moze to get on first.

Han Moze secretly gritted his teeth. People are pissing him off left and right. Did they think he was easy to make fun of?

He flew onto Green Dragon’s head with an ominous look on his face. Han Moze looked tall and handsome, but he had a cold expression on his face which also carried a faint hint of frustration.

After everyone boarded, Green Dragon didn’t stay for long. He shot up the blue sky and continued forward to Beiming.

Liu Rushuang looked at the majestic silhouette of Han Moze’s back. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t figure out why Han Moze was in such a bad mood.

Liu Rushuang was confused for a long while, before she walked to Han Moze with Little White Flower in hand.

Little White Flower noticed that Liu Rushuang was looking at Han Moze and felt bored. She pulled her hand back, then turned around and ran off to sit on the dragon’s back. She looked down and happily admired the scenery on Earth.

Liu Rushuang turned her head and glanced at Little White Flower. She smiled, then averted her gaze back at the cool Han Moze. Suddenly, she felt annoyed and silently twitched her lips.

Han Moze suddenly turned around and tightly hugged Liu Rushuang to his chest, kissing her hard on her soft, red lips.

Liu Rushuang was stunned, but she didn’t refuse him.

A thick tongue stretched inside, and tightly entwined with her soft tongue.

Liu Rushuang’s tongue felt numb and let out a pleasant scent. The air in her mouth slowly disappeared and her moans intensified.

Han Moze ignored Liu Rushuang’s furrowed brows, and only cared about satisfying his powerful urges.

Liu Rushuang really did feel unwell. She heaved and started to feel faint. Her legs started to feel numb, and she wanted to pull away from Han Moze’s embrace. But he held onto her way too tightly. No matter how she pushed, she couldn’t push him off.

Liu Rushuang cursed Han Moze inside. That douche! That monster!

The more they kissed, the deeper and harder it was, and the more unbearable it felt. Liu Rushuang’s chest felt stifled and ached a little. Her eyes started to suddenly turn red and her vision started to turn hazy.

Han Moze relaxed for a moment. Liu Rushuang took this chance to take a few deep breaths and shake her head as if to tell him to stop. She stared at Han Moze with red eyes in hopes that he would let her off.

But Han Moze had his eyes closed throughout and only cared about deeply taking the woman in his arms. His thick tongue didn’t let her soft little tongue go for one second, and only relaxed just when Liu Rushuang thought that she was going to suffocate, so they could let some air in.

After about fifteen minutes, Liu Rushuang felt like she couldn’t take it anymore. Although she didn’t want to cry, distressed tears escaped and rolled one drop at a time down her cheek.

Just what in the hell did she do wrong? Why did Ze do this to her? Why?

Because she deeply loved Han Moze, Liu Rushuang couldn’t bear to hurt him. She wanted to bite his defiant, thick tongue many times, but after some contemplation, she didn’t go through with it. All she did was use both her hands to forcefully push Han Moze away. She stared at Han Moze with red eyes, in hopes he would quickly stop.

Han Moze’s eyes were closed, so he didn’t see the tears roll down Liu Rushuang’s face. He forcefully entwined and didn’t stop exciting her supple, little tongue. He liked this feeling of inseparability. The disappointment he felt deep down inside had disappeared.