Emperor, I Won't Be Your Concubine

"Chu Qingyang, if you don't want me to hate you, just let me go!" The woman's almond-shaped eyes were filled with anger. The man in front of me sneered, "Qinglang, if you want me to let you go, why do you have to come back? You can just wander around the world with him!" The woman held her hand and glared at the man in front of her, "I say it again, let go!" The man took a step forward, hooked his right hand forward slightly, and the woman's body came closer to him. Chu Qingyang lowered her head and buried it in Qinglang's neck, greedily sucking the scent of Qinglang. Qinglang was slightly startled and pushed the man back. The man did not expect that Qinglang would resist and fell backwards: "Yin Xuan, pay attention to your identity." The man did not stand up, but fell to the ground, supporting himself with his right hand, looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, and smiled, "You finally called me Yin Xuan again..." Qinglang didn't know what to do and didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she turned around and left. Chu Qingyang suddenly grabbed her, his eyes full of anger, "I tell you! I won't let you go! If you hate me, just hate me. In short, you are my concubine now, you should do what you should do!" The white clothes were torn apart...