Translator: Paperplane
Liu Rushuang secretly grunted, then walked over to the chair in front of the table and took a seat.
She poured a cup of tea.
She was clearly ignoring Han Moze.
Tyrant, stay away from me!
Han Moze sat in front of her and viciously ordered, “Go paint me a portrait!”
Liu Rushuang glared at Han Moze. “What right do you have to order me around?”
Han Moze raised his brows self-righteously and pulled an evil smile.
“Paint, or I’ll *** you.”
Liu Rushuang’s lips pursed. He was intimidating her again!
/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
She glared angrily at Liu Han Moze for a while, then stormed behind the eisle. She glanced at H and started painting.
Fine! I’ll paint!
It’s better than being forcefully kissed!
//Male leads like him are bad! Beg to change him out!//
Han Moze watched as Liu Rushuang paid close attention to sketch and paint. Her hand moved gracefully and in a classy manner. The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curve into a smile.
He carefully observed her 36D breasts and her thin waist that could be grabbed with one hook…
Han Moze, that monster! He got aroused again!
Liu Rushuang painted the portrait of Han Moze annoyed, but was also caught off guard by his good looks!
After half an hour, Liu Rushuang let out a sigh of relief. She had finally finished painting.
On paper, Han Moze’s sharp, handsome face was clear.
His good looks stunned Liu Rushuang!
She hated how well she painted!
/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
Han Moze smiled charmingly, then got up and walked over to the eisle. He nodded in satisfaction.
Although it wasn’t as good looking as his actual person…
It wasn’t bad!
“I want this painting too,” he said with a wicked smile, as he started to roll the painting up.
Liu Rushuang discreetly grunted a few times, then sat back in her seat and drank some tea!
Tyrant, you win!
She was really miserable right now!
￣へ￣
Han Moze smiled and left cheerfully.
…
Thereafter, Han Moze would visit the Fallen Phoenix Palace every day to get Liu Rushuang to paint for him.
Seeing that woman grit her teeth but not dare hit him, made him feel great!
On the fourth day, Liu Rushuang erupted in anger. “Are you done yet?”
“Nope!” Han Moze smiled annoyingly.
Liu Rushuang tightly clenched her little fists, as she restrained her urge to kill and painted. She restrained herself!
Han Moze smiled proudly of his efforts and sat back in his seat as usual, then crossed her arms.
Liu Rushuang’s eyes quivered, as she painted Han Moze’s smiling face into a crying face, and she painted the tall and mighty Han Moze into a short man with a hunchback.
The more she painted, the happier she felt. Soon enough, Liu Rushuang finished painting.
Han Moze walked closer for a good look and his face suddenly turned menacing.
Then, seized Liu Rushuang without hesitation and forcefully kissed her until his anger simmered down.
After Han Moze left, Liu Rushuang covered her swollen, red little lips and cursed Han Moze for being a monster!
/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
All he did was push her around.
…
The day before the bid wedding, Han Moze warrived at the Fallen Phoenix Palace with a bright smile. “Shuang’Er, tomorrow will be out big wedding day. Are you happy?”
With a fake smile spread across Liu Rushuang’s face, she cried, “Happy!! How could I possibly be unhappy? I’m so happy, I could kill someone!”
“As long as you’re happy. There’s no need to kill anyone,” he said with a wicked smile when he saw the anger in Liu Rushuang’s eyes.
Then, he took a seat and yelled, “Come in!”
Soon enough, dozens of palace maids walked in carrying a red robe each. It was obvious, these were what Liu Rushuang had to wear for the wedding.
“Dress the Empress in one outfit after the other. Let me see which one looks better,” he said as he looked at Liu Rushuang with a smile.
Liu Rushuang furrowed her brows.
She was going to marry that tyrant!
/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ Not happy!
“Let’s go with this one. No need to change,” he said with certainty, after casually walking up to one of the trays.
Han Moze glanced coldly at the palace maid who did not move an inch. “Why aren’t you quickly changing the Empress?”
“Yes, yes, your majesty.” All the palace maids trembled in fear.
Then, the leading palace maid walked up to Liu Rushuang with the robe, and politely said, “Your majesty, please change your robes.”
Liu Rushuang put her hands on her hips and roared at Han Moze, “I’m not changing!”
“Okay, don’t change. How about we talk about it on the bed?” Said Han Moze with a wicked smile.
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