The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Yan Zhong pressed his hand on the back of Yan Xi's head, and slid his left hand along her soft skin to the back of her neck.

He grabbed the back collar with two fingers, and with a "tear" sound, a big tear opened in the clothes on his back.

The skin on the back is as white as snow.

Yan Xizhi was panicking, and the nails of his left hand almost pierced into Yan Zhong's flesh, but he could not stop the man's movements.

Her breath was taken away and she could barely breathe.

Seeing Yan Xizhi's pain in his eyes, when she almost fainted, Yan Zhong's thin lips slowly moved behind her ear.

The voice was soft and sinister, like a snake spitting out its seeds, "Axi, you know I hate dirty things the most."

"When I found out you were pregnant, I really wanted to strangle you."

Yan Zhong's aura was extremely dangerous, and Yan Xi's heart trembled.

Of course she knows.

Yan Zhong was not joking with her.

Yan Xizhi's fingers were trembling. She was afraid and disgusted.

Unfortunately, there is still a sense of loneliness and courage in my heart.

She had to survive for the sake of her children.

Survive, there is always hope.

"Afraid?"

Yan Zhong suddenly laughed again. She hugged Yan Xizhi back to her arms, caressed her face with her slender fingers, and smiled, "I'm your brother, how can you be afraid of me? I still remember you when I was little. You chased me and shouted that you wanted to marry me. Why did you regret it now?"

"How can it be counted as a child!"

Yan Xizhi clenched her fists. There was some blood on her palms, which belonged to Yan Zhong.

Yan Zhong's eyes were serious: "There's nothing I can do about it, I'll take it seriously."

Yanxi's...

She was in a daze.

How could things become like this?

The woman in front of her looked in a daze, obviously thinking about someone else.

"hiss--"

Yan Zhong's hand strength increased unintentionally, and Yan Xi's face turned pale in pain. Yan Zhong's eyes moved and he snorted coldly, "Qilinzi was seriously injured by me, and he was poisoned and fled into the snowy mountains. Even if he has three heads and six arms, I can’t survive either!”

"You'd better stop thinking about it now."

Yan Xizhi: "You can control my body, but you can't control my thoughts."

"Yeah?"

A cold evil light flashed at the end of Yan Zhong's eyes, and his lips suddenly lowered, "Then it depends on whether you can think about it."

He tied Yan Xi's hands above his head and pressed his whole body on the table.

"Click"

It was the sound of a belt buckle opening.

"Yan Zhong, I am your biological sister, you can't..."

Yan Xizhi almost gritted her teeth as Yan Zhong's tall body pressed her down and rushed in regardless.

Yan Xi's eyes were fixed on Yan Zhong, filled with hatred.

Eyes filled with hatred.

Eyes facing each other.

The man's handsome and evil face magnified in front of her.

Others only said that the head of the Yan family was obsessed with cultivation and had never married a wife.

Yan Zhong looked at Yan Xizhi, his Hantan eyes were stained with crazy lust.

It was also mixed with anger and anger.

Yan Xizhi was knocked into silence by him. In this courtyard, sitting on the ground, she almost collapsed.

"Yan Zhong, you sanctimonious hypocrite!"

"You are despicable!"

Yan Xizhi cursed as if she was breaking down. She put her hand on Yan Zhong's back, but at some point, she held a piece of broken porcelain.

A cold light flashed.

With a sudden force, the piece of porcelain was thrust into the back of Yan Zhong's neck.

With lightning, Yan Zhong pressed her wrist and pulled her down, and the fragment still dug hard into Yan Zhong's back.

Suddenly, blood rushed out and stained Yan Xi's hands.

She smiled and said, "You want to take advantage of me for nothing?"

I will always get it back from you.