Taking the initiative to remarry! The crazy prince is obsessed with me

Murong Xuan hesitated for a moment, then said in a serious tone, "Don't cry. You are still young, and you will be fine when you grow up in two years."

When Qin Qing heard this, she cried even harder: "......"

Her cousin was clearly trying to comfort her gently, but his words were like a whip that lashed her. Qin Qing felt as if she was being humiliated over and over again!

In her shame and anger, she actually overlooked that the most serious thing about this incident was not that the servant was disrespectful to her, but that a small servant dared to beat the county lady!

Murong Xuan reminded in a gentle voice: "Okay, the ground is cold, get up?"

"cousin......"

Qin Qing bit her lip, feeling extremely embarrassed. It took her a long time to utter, "I can't stand up. Can you help me up, cousin?"

Murong Xuan nodded and stretched out his white jade-like hands: "Come."

Qin Qing was delighted and tried to pull him.

Murong Xuan suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, coughing uncontrollably several times, and then stretched out the hand that seemed to be covered with saliva.

Qin Qing: “…”

She was disgusted, but she didn't want to lie on the ground and be watched.

I had no choice but to stand up by myself, feeling so ashamed and angry that I wanted to die. As a newcomer, I didn't know where to run. Fortunately, Maoping followed me with great foresight:

"County Lady, this way please..."

The originally bustling stage suddenly became deserted, with only Murong Xuan and Shen Xiyue standing opposite each other.

In midsummer, the cicadas in the yard chirp loudly, making one's heart rise and fall with them.

Shen Xiyue felt uncomfortable all over and turned around to run away. She didn't want to face him at the moment. It was his fault for being so lustful and blinded by lust!

Murong Xuan raised his hand and grabbed her: "Why are you running?"

Shen Xiyue felt bitter and wronged, so she just gave up and said, "My hand hurts. I'll go back and ask Shuang Ye to take a look at it for me."

Murong Xuan: "......"

He had never seen a woman like Shen Xiyue, who slapped someone in the face and then cried and complained that her hand hurt.

But looking at her eyes, I felt like I couldn't say anything to blame her.

She sighed silently and raised her slightly red hand.

Shen Xiyue was held by his hand and looked at him in confusion.

Murong Xuan's hands were big, with long fingers, distinct joints, and well-proportioned flesh and bones. He wrapped his hands around hers, pinching them slowly, and even brought them to his lips and blew gently.

He remembered that when he was a child, his hands were sore from practicing, and his mother would twist and blow for him in this way.

Shen Xiyue got goosebumps for no reason.

She was afraid that Murong Xuan, this moody madman, would break her hand the next second to vent his anger on Qin Qing's behalf.

"Does it still hurt?" The man's low voice was emotionless.

Shen Xiyue: "Ah?"

Only after she finished speaking did she realize that she had just said her hand hurt, and he was asking her if it still hurt.

Shen Xiyue blushed.

Murong Xuan didn't blame her...

Shen Xiyue's heart leaped with joy, but she didn't want to forgive this man so quickly, so she deliberately said, "It still hurts a little bit."

Murong Xuan had an inexplicable expression. He held her hand, looked at her red palm, and said with a cold tone of regret: "If it hurts, you will learn a lesson. No one is worthy of your personal efforts, and you are not afraid of dirtying your hands."

Shen Xiyue lowered her head, not knowing what to say.

Why was he acting like this one moment and like that the next? And now he was suddenly being overly nice to her, making her feel that the bitterness that had just been trapped in her heart was just an illusion.

But Murong Xuan was obviously tired of beating around the bush with her, and asked directly: "Were you jealous just now?"

Shen Xiyue turned her head away, unwilling to look him in the eye: "Your Highness, you are joking. What status and position do I have to be jealous?"

Murong Xuan looked at her and said with interest, "Why not? Don't you still need me to be responsible today? I will marry you soon, and you are now my fiancée."

After a pause, Murong Xuan said, "I am sleepy. Please come and help me go to bed."

Shen Xiyue hurriedly shook her head and pulled back her hand: "...Your Highness, I..."

Murong Xuan sneered, his tone cold: "Are you afraid of me? What, you can't pretend anymore?"

Shen Xiyue bit her lip and continued with what he just said: "...I mean, it's not good to be unmarried, right?"

Murong Xuan was uncompromising: "Since you are determined to marry me, let me see your sincerity."

Shen Xiyue felt uneasy. Didn’t he already see that she only wanted to go to Jiangnan?

Why is he serious about this?

Without waiting for her to say anything, Murong Xuan grabbed her and walked into the house.

Shen Xiyue felt like a stubborn donkey that didn't want to pull the millstone, and no matter how reluctant she was, she still walked into the house.

Murong Xuan reached out and touched her face, her skin was as smooth as white jade.

The atmosphere in the room became more and more ambiguous. Shen Xiyue blushed silently. His breath was too scorching. She subconsciously took a half step back: "Your Highness..."

Murong Xuan's hands fell empty, and his expression became cold again.

He silently withdrew his hand, seeming to be somewhat disdainful: "You are not a virgin anymore, why are you pretending?"

He lowered his voice, as if all the tenderness and compassion he had shown her just now were fake.

Shen Xiyue didn’t know what she had done wrong to offend him. She bit her lip silently and stopped talking.

But Murong Xuan just couldn't stand seeing her confused look.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and pulled, and Shen Xiyue lost her strength and fell face up on the soft bed. She was startled and tried to get up quickly.

Then, Murong Xuan approached her, put his hands on her ears, and asked her condescendingly: "What do you want to do?"

Shen Xiyue looked at that handsome face with a hint of anger, her heart beating fast. His breath enveloped her tightly, and she could even feel his breathing and heartbeat.

She vaguely thought she understood what he meant and closed her eyes as if she was ready to die.

Murong Xuan's eyes were obviously cold, and suddenly he sneered, "Is the boss really horny and insisted on taking you to Jiangnan?"

Shen Xiyue didn't dare to speak. She only felt that the aura around him had become even colder, so cold that she was shivering slightly.

Murong Xuan stood up and said calmly, "Get up and go sleep in the outer room."

Shen Xiyue had no idea what she had done wrong. She quickly got up and walked out, thinking that this man was sick and she shouldn't bother with him.

Murong Xuan looked at her back as she ran away and sneered in his heart.

Haha, you can pretend for a while, but not forever. This woman really has no heart.

The room was as quiet as water, and the two of them didn't speak a word all night.