When he returned to his room, Leng Junmo threw himself on the bed heavily, recalling Xiao Lige's words. If he really stood on Mo Zifei's side, what would he choose?

Will you really give up Xiao Lige?

Impossible! Leng Junmo stood up suddenly, he wouldn't.

"The owner of the manor..." Taozi came out from Xiao Lige and came directly to Leng Junmo.

"Why are you here?"

"You said the same thing as Xiao Lige." Taozi walked to Leng Junmo with a smile and sat down, "My answer to her is that I miss her. How do you want me to answer you?"

Seeing Taozi's expression of being flattened, Leng Junmo felt a little better, "Come here to drink with me."

"Tomorrow is the day of the war..." Taozi looked at his owner with a headache.

"Well, I haven't forgotten." Leng Junmo took out a white porcelain jar from the cabinet.

Knowing that he was in a bad mood, Taozi stopped saying anything, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Lying on the bed, Xiao Lige closed her eyes tightly. She wanted to fall asleep quickly, otherwise she would always think about things that she shouldn't have thought about, such as Mo Zifei.

Trying to slow down your breathing, Xiao Lige finally felt a little sleepy.

"Li'er..."

Just the moment Xiao Lige saw Duke Zhou, a voice pulled her back to reality.

"Leng Junmo?" Xiao Lige looked at the person standing in front of the bed in surprise.

"Li'er..." Leng Junmo stared at Xiao Lige on the bed, and slowly repeated her name.

Leng Junmo's hoarse voice burned Xiao Lige's cheeks red, "You, it's so late..."

Before Xiao Lige finished speaking, Leng Junmo bullied her body and supported her hands beside Xiao Lige. She was getting closer, and Xiao Lige realized that this guy was drunk.

No! Xiao Lige quickly thought of getting up, but she forgot that Leng Junmo was above her, so...

"Ah!" Xiao Lige was knocked back to the bed as soon as he got up.

This position is very awkward, okay? Xiao Lige touched his forehead that was hit and kept shouting in his heart.

"That..." Xiao Lige didn't dare to look Leng Junmo's eyes directly, but could only look at the tassels at the head of the bed, "It's so late, aren't you going to sleep?"

Leng Junmo seemed to be unable to hear it, and just stared straight at Xiao Lige under him.

"That... are you talking?" Xiao Lige's whole body was frozen when he was stared, and his lips were trembling.

Leng Junmo still didn't answer, but just slowly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

"Um... um..." Xiao Lige was stunned for a while before he understood what was going on, and then quickly pushed Leng Junmo who was pressing him.

But she could not push. Leng Junmo seemed to have been attacked. She could no longer satisfy him after trying it out. When she touched Leng Junmo's tongue, Xiao Lige was the real panic.

The pink and sweet lips were constantly depriving Leng Junmo of his rationality. Slowly, Leng Junmo put his hand into Xiao Lige's underwear and felt the tenderness inside. Leng Junmo's actions gradually began to worsen.

As if it was electric shock, Xiao Lige forgot to resist and lay down straight, looking at Leng Junmo in disbelief.

Feeling Xiao Lige's tranquility, Leng Junmo left her lips and looked at the person under him with a blurred look, "I like you, Li'er, I like you very much..."

"Leng Junmo..." Xiao Lige looked at Leng Junmo blankly, and then suddenly pushed him away.

"Li'er..." Seeing Xiao Lige's resistance, a wounded look flashed in Leng Junmo's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to hold her. But Xiao Lige was like a frightened bird, desperately huddling in the corner of the bed.

"Don't come over!" Xiao Lige looked at Leng Junmo nervously, his eyes full of panic, "I just pretended that what happened just now hadn't happened, you go."

Leng Junmo's drunkenness dissipated when he heard this, "Why can't I?"

"Why are you okay?" Xiao Lige looked at Leng Junmo angrily, "I am still Mo Zifei's wife now."

"I don't care." Leng Junmo stepped forward and held Xiao Lige in his arms.

Xiao Lige felt that his arm was about to get stuck and he couldn't breathe. "Leng, Leng Junmo, please let me go."

"Impossible." Leng Junmo tightened his embrace again.

Xiao Lige desperately pulled out one of his hands and hit Leng Junmo hard on the cheek, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Leng Junmo was completely awake by the slap. He grabbed Xiao Lige's hand tightly and pressed her under him, "Of course I know, I want you tonight."

"Leng Junmo, don't let me really hate you." Xiao Lige looked at Leng Junmo coldly.

Leng Junmo had never seen Xiao Lige like this before, but he no longer cared about so many things now. He wanted Xiao Lige, and he wanted her to become his own. So what if he hated, as long as she was by his side, hatred would be what.

Leng Junmo used one hand to tie Xiao Lige's hands above her head, and the other hand began to take off her underwear.

The skin felt the chill in the air, and Xiao Lige's eyes slid into tears. She was the same when she first came to the light world that day, but Mo Zifei saved herself at that time, but now, where is he?

Leng Junmo felt ache when he saw the tears on Xiao Lige's cheeks, and he leaned forward and kissed him gently, "I will treat you well, so don't cry..."

Xiao Lige knew that all his struggles were meaningless, so he stopped moving and just lay down under him straight.

"Li'er..." Leng Junmo looked at Xiao Lige under her infatuation, and then slowly entered her.

The moment he was violated, Xiao Lige closed his eyes tightly. If he still had a hint of attachment to Mo Zifei, then Leng Junmo would completely destroy it today.

The moonlight outside was just right, and the cold moonlight filled every corner of the courtyard. Mo Zifei, who was sleeping on the bed, suddenly woke up. He dreamed that Xiao Lige died in front of him, covered in blood. Before his death, Xiao Lige was still staring at him, as if he was accusing him of why he gave up her.

"Li Ge..." Mo Zifei hugged his head in pain and whimpered softly.

After the incident, Leng Junmo slowly withdrew from Xiao Lige's body.

"Get out!" Xiao Lige stared at Leng Junmo and slowly spit out a word.

"Li'er..." Leng Junmo frowned slightly.

"Don't call me that!" Xiao Lige excitedly smashed the pillow next to Leng Junmo, "I'm disgusting."

Leng Junmo gently caught the flying pillow, "Tomorrow is the day of the war. I will take you to the battlefield, not to suppress Mo Zifei, because I don't need it, I will let you see clearly how Mo Zifei tramples on your sincerity."

Xiao Lige just lowered his head and listened, no longer responding, his eyes were filled with tumult.

"I said I would be nice to you. I have thought about your problem that day," Leng Junmo held Xiao Lige's hand tightly, "I will not give up on you. No matter what happens, I will not give up on you, so," Leng Junmo looked at Xiao Lige pleadedly, "Can you truly accept me after you give up tomorrow?"

Xiao Lige smiled self-deprecatingly, "I've been pregnant with someone else's child."

"I don't care." Leng Junmo hurriedly explained.

Xiao Lige looked up at Leng Junmo and looked at him playfully, with sarcastic expressions in his eyes, "It seems that our Leng Da Manor likes to take away his wife. I remember when I first met that day, you didn't want to look at me more. Why? I became interested after I learned that I was Mo Zifei's wife, right?"

"Li'er, you know I'm not that kind of person." Leng Junmo frowned and looked at Xiao Lige. How could she think so?

Xiao Lige curled a charming smile on the corner of his mouth, and reached out to gently stroke Leng Junmo's cheek, "How about it, does the taste of invading other people's wife satisfy you?"

Leng Junmo pulled Xiao Lige's hand down, and a layer of coldness appeared in his eyes. He didn't like Xiao Lige like this, "You did it on purpose."

"I can't understand this." Xiao Lige smiled, but his smile never reached his eyes. "Can it be that I offended the owner of Leng Da Manor?"

"I won't let you go. Even if I bet on the entire Aoan Villa, I will tie you up. So, don't expect to return to Mo Zifei." Leng Junmo's lips curled up, "Everyone wants to stop what I Leng Junmo wants, even if it's you."

"Is that true..." Xiao Lige smiled indifferently, "What if I'm gone?"

Leng Junmo's pupils tightened, "What do you want to do?"

Xiao Lige spread his hands, "I don't want to stop you, I know I don't have that ability. I just wondered, what would happen to the owner of Leng Da, if the thing you want was gone?"

"Do you think I will give you such a chance?" Leng Junmo sneered.

"Let's wait and see." Xiao Lige smiled and looked up at Leng Junmo.

"Li'er, I'll say it again, don't make me angry, otherwise the consequences will be unbearable." Leng Junmo put on his clothes and looked back at Xiao Lige, "That's something I don't want to see."

After Taozi woke up, she saw Leng Junmo standing coldly at the door.

"The owner of the house..."

"The time is here, we should go to welcome Mo Zifei after cleaning up." Leng Junmo looked back at Taozi, his eyes full of bloodthirsty light.

"Okay, I understand." Taozi heard the corners of her mouth curled up. She couldn't kill Yiqing that day, but today she couldn't let her go.

"Bring Xiao Lige with you."

Taozi's expression became embarrassed in an instant, "The owner of the manor... the battlefield is not as usual, and the sword has no eyes. If there is a situation..."

"I won't allow this if I have any." Leng Junmo walked straight into the room and handed the light mirror in his arms to Taozi. "What you have to do today is to protect her. If there is anything that cannot be dealt with, remember to use the light mirror to transfer her."

Taozi took the light mirror nervously, "But the light mirror is unsure where it is transferred..."
Chapter completed!