"Slap!"
The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the room, leaving Yue Yuxi somewhat stunned, her face burning. Ever since ascending to the throne, no one had dared to treat her like this.
Yet she had repeatedly suffered this treatment at Chen Mo's hands.
After all, she was the Queen of Loulan. Even if captured, according to etiquette, she should be treated with the decorum befitting royalty, not like a prisoner.
Moreover, she was a woman, a woman with unrivaled beauty and figure. How could he bear to lay a hand on her?
In just a few moments, countless thoughts flashed through Yue Yuxi's mind.
Seeing her silent, Chen Mo frowned, then hooked her chin with his hand, his gaze carrying a peculiar implication:
"Her Majesty the Queen, the long night is passing with nothing to do, just a lone man and woman, why not chat about life?"
Instinctively, Yue Yuxi shrank back, but being tied up tightly, everything she did was in vain. Instead, her bulging clothes tightened: "You dare, you dog?!"
