Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Qingyun's breathing was heavy, rapid and irregular.

My chest kept rising and falling. Maybe it heard Qingyun’s previous complaints and became more obedient.

Coupled with the fact that Qingyun would deliberately eat supplementary food, it was only a few months before she had already developed a rounded hill. Through the thick clothes, Yan Siyuan could detect the beautiful shape.

Qingyun's warm breath hit Yan Siyuan's face, bringing him back to his senses. Scarlet eyes and Qingyun's watery eyes looked at each other. For a moment, Yan Siyuan felt his throat tightening, and his eyes fell on the lips that had just been moisturized.

Because the kiss was so fierce just now, the small red lips are now slightly open, and there are still glistening stains left by him on them.

Sensing Yan Siyuan's restless gaze, Qingyun pursed her lips unconsciously. Her bright red lips were lightly bitten by her teeth. The red and white color was so beautiful.

Yan Siyuan swallowed, and his voice was full of desire, "Xue'er, I...".

"No", Qingyun clearly felt the change in Yan Siyuan and knew what he was going to say, so she immediately retorted.

But Qingyun didn't expect that because of the kiss just now, her voice would become charming and enchanting. Just three simple words, when they came out of her mouth, not only did they not have any deterrent effect, but there was a feeling of being welcomed in return.

Yan Siyuan's blazing gaze brought with it a bit of forbearance. Qingyun's words seemed to light a fire, making Yan Siyuan uncontrollable. He directly blocked Qingyun's mouth that was still refusing, and penetrated deeply with his long tongue, stirring up the situation.

Different from the gentleness at the beginning, now it is extremely violent.

He grabbed Qingyun's waist with one hand and brought her into his arms, keeping it close to his chest.

The other hand was placed on the back of Qingyun's head, allowing her to withstand his kiss and preventing her from retreating.

Qingyun felt Yan Siyuan's strong love and had no choice but to bear it silently and respond carefully.

Even if she only responded cautiously, it would cause Yan Siyuan to attack more fiercely, as if he wanted to integrate the person in front of him into his body.

......

After a long time, the two finally separated.

Yan Siyuan knelt on the futon aggrievedly, looking at Qingyun pitifully, with a small wound on the corner of his mouth.

Qingyun, who was sitting on the soft couch, stared at Yan Siyuan with an angry face, unmoved by his aggrieved expression. He crossed his chest with his hands and looked charming.

Although he was angry, he didn't feel majestic at all, but instead felt coquettish.

But Yan Siyuan didn't dare to act as he pleased anymore. The bite Qingyun had just now was so severe that he still felt the corners of his lips hurting badly.

But he was filled with joy inside, just like the mark left by his master on his body. He wanted to raise his tail high and spin around outside to let everyone know that he was hers. But it's obviously impossible, at least not now.

Qingyun's eyes were shrouded in mist, and there was still a bit of lust that had not dissipated. If Yan Siyuan hadn't stretched his hand to a place where it shouldn't have been, she wouldn't have bitten him, so he deserved it and she wouldn't feel sorry for him.

Yan Siyuan looked at Qingyun pitifully, his peach blossom eyes full of flattery.

"Xue'er, don't be angry, I didn't mean it."

Qingyun snorted softly and turned her head away. She couldn't stand his gaze and was afraid that she would really become soft-hearted.

Yan Siyuan was a little frustrated, stretched out his hand and pulled Qingyun's arm twice, and said coquettishly: "Xue'er, Xue'er, good Xue'er, don't be angry."

Qingyun couldn't stand his sweet voice, so she finally turned around and said with a serious face: "You can't do this anymore."

Yan Siyuan knelt obediently, looking like a good baby, and asked: "How?".

Qingyun was angry when she saw him asking questions knowingly, but she still blushed and was so embarrassed that she could bleed. He lowered his head and bit his lip, his voice became much lower, and he glared at him shyly.

"Just...just...just can't...can't touch anywhere...".

Yan Siyuan smiled slyly, "Where are Xueer talking about?".

Qingyun lowered her head even lower. In order to hear Qingyun's voice clearly, Yan Siyuan leaned forward and got a little closer.

When Qingyun raised her eyes to look at him, the two became intimate again.

Qingyun leaned back as if on conditioned reflex, but since there was nothing behind her, she hit the armrest of the couch. The armrest is made of rosewood, and it will definitely hurt if you knock it down.

Yan Siyuan reacted quickly, reaching out and pulling Qingyun into his arms. By the time Qingyun came to her senses, she had been in Yan Siyuan's arms for a while and her face was even redder. He stretched out his hand to push Yan Siyuan away.

However, Yan Siyuan hugged her tightly and did not let go. Instead, he hugged her tighter and tighter. Yan Siyuan's deep and hoarse voice came to her ears, "Xue'er, be good and let me hold you for a while."

Qingyun didn't push anymore, but instead hugged Yan Siyuan's chest. She felt Yan Siyuan's forbearance and cherishment.

Yan Siyuan nestled his head on Qingyun's white neck, sucking in her taste greedily. The white neck is like jade, making people want to take a bite.

But Yan Siyuan still held back. If he really does this, he may never be able to freely enter and leave Liangchen Garden again.

The charcoal basin in the house burned out, and no maid dared to come in to add charcoal. The temperature in the flower hall also gradually dropped.

However, Qingyun didn't feel the slightest chill, and the warmth from Yan Siyuan's body continued to spread to her body. Holding her like this, she was afraid that she would sweat for a while.

After a long time, Yan Siyuan hugged Qingyun and left the flower hall, and Qingyun fell asleep.

The moment Yan Siyuan hugged Qingyun and stepped out of the flower hall, Dongxue put the fox fur on Qingyun's body.

Yan Siyuan wrapped her twice and wrapped Qingyun in fox fur into a silkworm chrysalis. Dongxue held an umbrella and sent Qingyun back to the room.

After Qingyun was settled, Yan Siyuan came out. Her body was already wet, but Qingyun didn't even get a hair on her head.

One acquiesced that he didn't need to give Qingyun anything, and the other acquiesced that his own lady was the most important, and the rest were just floating clouds, which resulted in a scene where both of them were mostly wet.

Dongxue glanced at Qiuyue who came over, then at Yan Siyuan, then turned back to her room to change clothes. She couldn't let herself catch the cold. If she got sick, she wouldn't be able to take care of the young lady.

Qiuyue said to Yan Siyuan, "Your Highness, my master wants you to go to the study."

Yan Siyuan nodded, glanced at a large area of ​​his clothes that was wet, and frowned.

Qiuyue wanted to say something, but she hesitated. I couldn't decide, so I had to call Chunhua.

Chunhua smiled and said: "Your Highness, there are clothes suitable for you here. You can go to the side hall to change."

Yan Siyuan's heart sank and he said, "Okay."

Follow Chunhua to the side hall, where there are only the most basic objects. Chunhua brought a piece of clothing from outside and handed it to Yan Siyuan.