After being read, the abstinent prince bullies others with his wife every day

Jiang Yu's voice was slightly hoarse, and he looked at her deeply: "I'm fine. When I return to the palace, I will immediately look for the purse for you. Don't worry, I will find it."

Lin Shuning let him hold her hand in a daze. Her head seemed to be filled with paste and she could only nod stupidly.

The car was very quiet. A faint medicinal scent was diffused in the cool autumn night breeze, and the chirping of fireflies could be heard outside the car.

As their skin touched and their breaths were heard, their hearts beat like galloping horses, drowning out the night's sonata.

"Miss, we're here." Lian'er's voice came from outside the curtain, breaking the charm and ambiguity in the carriage.

Lin Shuning took a deep breath and pulled her hand free. She jumped off the carriage without looking back and ran all the way into the Shangshu Mansion.

Lian'er was chasing after her, thinking something had happened: "Miss, why are you running so fast? Did His Royal Highness Prince Rui bully you?"

Lin Shuning stood in the yard with her hands on her hips, fanning herself with her hands. She seemed very hot. She laughed unnaturally and said, "No, how could that be? It's just that the temperature of the incense burner in the carriage is too high. It's so hot. I need some fresh air, some fresh air."

As he spoke, he pretended to cover up and shook his arms stiffly.

Lian Er looked at her suspiciously and scratched her head: "Then I'll go make dinner first."

"No need," Lin Shuning stared at the twinkling stars and thought for a while, "I just had a full meal at the clinic, you can prepare some osmanthus wine for me and go to rest."

Lian'er nodded and left, while Lin Shuning strode into the house. As soon as the door was closed, he leaned against it, covered his chest, and gasped heavily.

She lowered her eyes.

The warm touch on her fingertips seemed to still be there, making her feel slightly itchy.

The itch seemed to be in his heart, scratching like a cat. Lin Shuning could hear his heart beating rapidly, and his face began to burn, causing him to feel a bit dizzy.

……

The night breeze tonight is sweet, with the fragrance of late autumn golden osmanthus mixed with autumn chrysanthemum, rich yet light.

Looking down from the dark green eaves, Lin Shuning, who was lazily basking in the moonlight in the yard, was holding his chin with his hand and playing with a white jade wine glass in one hand.

Occasionally, some small petals were blown up by the wind and fell on Lin Shuning's cheeks, making her skin look even more smooth and jade-like.

Lin Shuning was not fond of drinking and knew that she could not hold her liquor, but tonight she drank a large pot of osmanthus wine for the first time.

Because she was depressed.

After coming to Dayan, she has been on edge, wanting to concentrate on her career, but there are always people who come to provoke her. She is so busy that she has no time to think about those trivial things. The sudden appearance of Jiang Yu is like a huge rock thrown into the center of the waves that have barely calmed down.

She felt it was troublesome at first, but later decided to take her fate into her own hands and take the initiative to face it. After getting used to it, she suddenly felt a vague joy and peace of mind, especially today.

She originally thought that Jiang Yu had really left the capital and there was probably no hope of seeing him again, but who would have thought that she would see him again today.

She had to admit that she was happy the moment she saw him.

However, after the joy, she suddenly felt that she was overwhelmed by some tangled things.

She felt dizzy, fainted, her hands and feet were hot, and she was irritable, especially when Jiang Yu and Gu Wen were competing for love.

But what does this have to do with her?

She lay on the stone table in a trance, slowly writing on the table with her wine-soaked fingertips over and over again.

What kind of girl will a man as charming and rare as him marry in the future? It should be a precious girl who is unparalleled in the world and proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, to be a match for him.

The moment this thought arose, that sour and bitter feeling surged into my heart again.

She stared at the moon in the sky absentmindedly for a while, then suddenly slapped the stone table, grabbed the wine jug on the table and gulped down the wine, trying to wash away all her boredom and sadness with the wine.

Xiaobai opened his mouth wide and stared at Lin Shuning in front of him. He had been in this posture for half an hour.

what's wrong?

Originally, Lin Shuning was discussing with him the gossip about two men fighting for one woman today, and was talking about writing it into a storybook. When he got excited, he took a couple of sips. Why did the situation suddenly change? The more he drank, the more drunk he got. Did he become an alcoholic because of eating so much gossip?

"Host, if you drink any more, you will turn into a red lantern..."

“Shh…” Lin Shuning interrupted him, and put a finger on his lips with drunken eyes: “Quiet, I’m…hiccup…thinking…”

She covered Xiaobai's hand as he was about to say something, and locked him into the space regardless of his struggle.

Lian'er was called to rest early in the morning. Now she is the only one left in the whole yard. Hey, it's quiet!

Lin Shuning nodded with satisfaction, cleared his throat and immediately began to show off his beautiful singing voice: "I just can't fly out of this colorful world... hiccups...it turns out that I am a drunken butterfly..."

All the scenery is spinning.

The flowers and trees swaying in the wind are turning, the dark sky is turning, the floating clouds with flying dragons and dancing phoenixes are turning, and the stars with dim twinkling light are turning.

Lin Shuning chuckled, narrowed her watery eyes, and lay down on the stone table sleepily.

In a trance, she seemed to feel the sound of footsteps behind her, and then she heard a familiar voice.

Low and steady, so pleasant to the ear: "The king is here, you should leave."

A hand gently reached out and took away the wine glass that was about to fall. Lin Shuning was still wondering why the white jade cup in his hand was gone, when he felt his body lighten and he fell into a warm embrace.

The familiar faint scent of medicine lingered in her nostrils. She squinted her eyes and sniffed it, as if she had found a safe home. She immediately rested her head on the man's shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck.

It was late autumn and the dew was heavy. After being blown in the cold wind for most of the night, Lin Shuning's face and hands were so cold that everything he touched seemed to be frozen.

Jiang Yu immediately adjusted his internal breath to make himself warmer. Lin Shuning buried his head in his arms, his body trembling slightly. Because he felt comfortable, he whimpered like a cat, and rubbed against the embrace again and again, shrinking back and forth.

Her body was hot and cold, the alcohol and the girl's faint body fragrance slowly rose up, warming up against his body.

The warmth and fragrance from the gentle rub made Jiang Yu stiffen slightly, and he was unable to control himself for a moment.

Although the two of them had had "physical intimacy" more than once, it was only the act of taking advantage of someone for personal gain. If they got any closer, she would run away. She had never been in a posture as close to entanglement as tonight before.

Jiang Yu let out a low gasp.

It feels like a dream.

The girl in the dream was like this too, her cheeks flushed, her fingers curled up and grabbing the quilt, her long black hair spread out on the couch, swaying with the swaying pearl curtains.

He wants her.

He wanted to merge into one with each other in the heat and entanglement as in his dream, let her whimper and beg for mercy, hug his back tightly while trembling, let her belong to him and call only him.

But no, not yet.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl nestled in his arms. She was so soft and sweet, which made the lust in his eyes roar and struggle. He was like a caged beast, eager to strangle her, bite her, and tear her into pieces.

He took a somewhat stiff step, trying to coordinate his breathing and mood, and calmly carried Lin Shuning back to the room.

He thought that this little scam of leaving Beijing was to test her, to test whether she had feelings for him, but in the end, he was the only one who was tested.

Almost the moment he stepped out of the capital, he wanted to come back. Even if he rode as fast as he could without stopping, it still took him some time.

He never knew that he would miss someone so much.

After finally returning to the room, Lin Shuning, who was gently placed on the bed, half-closed his eyes and then opened them.