You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

"It's just a small favor, insignificant. Could it be that the prince wants to take care of such trivial matters?"

Today's meal was ruined, and now it was raining. Lin Zhaoyue was not in a good mood and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"I haven't seen you for a while, but your temper has improved."

"She has a bad temper? Who in the capital doesn't know that the second young lady of the Duke's Mansion is the most arrogant and willful."

She just put away her thorns in front of him and devoted herself to him, but in her previous life, he made her a joke.

With slightly cold eyes, Lin Zhaoyue looked around and saw a carriage belonging to the prince parked not far away, but no sign of Liu Yiyi.

As if he could see what Lin Zhaoyue was thinking, Xiao Yun said:

"I've asked someone to send her back. Let's go! I'll take you there."

You're leaving your beloved behind and sending her off?

She didn't believe that Xiao Yan would be so kind, and she didn't know what evil plans he was up to.

Now her feet were wet, and she just wanted to go home quickly to wash up and go to bed, too lazy to deal with:

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but it's not necessary."

As she spoke, Lin Zhaoyue lifted her skirt and rushed into the rain. This place was not far from the Duke's Mansion. It only took her an incense stick of time to walk here.

She had only run two steps when she suddenly felt a tightness around her wrist and a warm bamboo handle was forced into her palm.

Just as Lin Zhaoyue was about to throw it away, the man's calm yet threatening voice came over:

"If my umbrella falls to the ground, I will go to have tea with Lord Lin tonight. I think he should still be awake at this hour."

Lin Zhaoyue gritted her teeth, and before she could say anything, her waist was tightened and she was picked up sideways by him.

Lin Zhaoyue suddenly became like a cat with its fur standing on end, struggling violently in his arms.

Kicking, pulling, rolling, and hitting, nothing falls.

"Xiao Yan, let me go."

Since she started practicing swordplay, she has become much stronger.

However, compared to Xiao Yan, who had been practicing martial arts since childhood, her struggle was just like tickling.

Those big hands held her firmly.

Xiao Yan could roughly stop her from moving around, but she couldn't control her head and feet.

So the person in my arms was like a loach, with his head and feet constantly wriggling, and he walked out of the umbrella and was drenched by the rain.

The pair of exquisitely embroidered shoes were completely wet, and most of her beautiful hair was also wet.

Xiao Yan's eyes darkened slightly, and he said in a cold voice:

"If you move again, I will carry you to the East Palace tonight."

With just one word, the person in his arms stopped all struggles.

Lin Zhaoyue stared at him in disbelief.

If an unmarried woman stays overnight at a man's home, she may be drowned in spit the next morning, and the reputation of her sisters and other women in the clan will also be affected.

This madman...

"Xiao Yan, what else can you do besides threatening me? Didn't you say that I shouldn't covet things that don't belong to me? Then what are you doing now?"

She stared at him, her eyes so fierce that she wanted to skin him alive.

Xiao Yun lowered his eyes, not caring about her anger, and said lightly:

"When Miss Lin was pestering me before, I said this countless times, but why didn't you listen? Why are you so obedient now?"

She was stupid before, always thinking that as long as she worked hard she could warm his heart. But people's hearts are so small, and his heart was filled with others, so how could there be room for her?

Lin Zhaoyue pursed her lips and said nothing. Only her rising and falling chest showed how much anger she was holding.

The pale little face turned red.

Xiao Yun thought her appearance was very interesting, and a smile unconsciously appeared in his dark eyes, with the corners of his eyes raised.

All the uneasiness I had felt throughout the whole day disappeared at this moment.

She let him hold her quietly, as light as a cat.

Inside the carriage, two lanterns cast a three-foot dim light.

He put the person on the soft cushion and looked at her who turned her head away and didn't look at him. Her half-wet hair made her look a little disheveled.

Xiao Yun knew how delicate the body of Mingzhu was, as she was brought up in pampering by Duke Lin.

If you don't dry your hair, you'll definitely catch a cold tomorrow.

Xiao Yan took out a clean handkerchief and wanted to wipe her head, but he forgot that an angry cat should not be touched.

As soon as he wrapped the handkerchief around her wet hair, Lin Zhaoyue turned back suddenly, opened her mouth, and bit his hand hard.

She used all her strength, and her sharp fangs pierced into the flesh, causing blood to flow from her jade-white hand.

Lin Zhaoyue tasted a fishy and salty taste in her mouth.

Xiao Yan had suffered various assassinations and frame-ups since he was a child, and he had suffered all kinds of injuries, big and small. Although Lin Zhaoyue's bite was a little painful to him, it was more of an itch.

It's hard to describe what that itch is.

I just felt my skin being wrapped in the warmth, moisture and softness of her mouth. It was itchy and numb, so unbearable that I couldn't help but want to do something more.

Xiao Yun stared at the top of Lin Zhaoyue's dark head, his dark eyes surging with undercurrents. He calmly put his index finger into her mouth, but accidentally touched her wet, smooth and tender tongue.

A tingling sensation spread from the fingertips to the heart, and the blood in the whole body began to boil and heat. Something seemed to be unable to be suppressed and was about to burst out of the body.

The man's Adam's apple twitched noticeably, and his eyes became deep.

He knew that his sexual desire had been aroused by her again.

Lin Zhaoyue felt the index finger sliding across the tip of her tongue and her whole body stiffened instantly.

She and he were married in her previous life, so she knew about matters between men and women.

Lin Zhaoyue was furious. She spat out the bloody hand she had bitten and cursed:

"Mad, pervert."

She was so angry that she was out of breath and picked up the bamboo slips on the table and threw them at him.

Xiao Yan reached out to take it, his eyebrows slightly raised:

"You know what you are doing. I can punish you for your disrespect."

"You cure it! You lunatic, pervert..."

He'd better kill her, otherwise she would definitely repay him for the humiliation he suffered today.

He can't even curse, he just keeps saying the same few words over and over again.

Why didn’t I notice before that her angry expression was so vivid?

Xiao Yan was in a good mood and wanted to tease her.

He deliberately raised his hand that was bitten by her and had blood on it:

"You bit me, and I'm not angry, so why are you angry?"

Lin Zhaoyue bit the bitch really hard, and except for the canine teeth, all other bitten parts were bleeding.

The blood gathered into a stream, flowing from his slender, jade-white hands through his fingertips and dripping onto the expensive Persian carpet.

The man didn't care much and seemed not to feel any pain.

"It's obviously you..."

"Hmm? How's it going?"

Lin Zhaoyue couldn't say anything, she just cursed:

"Mad, pervert..."

The carriage stopped in front of the Duke's Mansion. Lin Zhaoyue got off the carriage, lifting her skirt, and rushed into the rain without even looking at him.

Without bowing or thanking her, Xiao Yan looked at her back and murmured:

"You little heartless one."

However, when her eyes fell on the deep red teeth marks on her hand, her thin pink lips unconsciously curved.

The little teeth are quite sharp.

"Go back to the palace..."

……

I don’t know if it was because Xiao Yan was still unsatisfied with the lingering feelings in the carriage or for something else, but he had a dream that night.

I dreamed that he pushed someone against the window, and it was also a rainy night like this.

He dismissed all the servants, took her petite body into his arms, pulled out his hand, and put it to her lips, with a hint of clarity on his fingertips:

She was unwilling, she shed tears, and looked pitiful:

"Husband, I don't want to eat..."

"Zhao Zhao, be good..."

The dream was extremely absurd. When Xiao Yan woke up, he found that the silk quilt in his arms was crumpled into a ball and had a faint fishy smell.

His eyes were scarlet, and his dark pupils couldn't help but darken.

It's really obsessed!

Xiao Yun asked someone to change the brocade quilt and went to wash up before lying down again.

In the second half of the night, Xiao Yun still dreamed of Lin Zhaoyue, but the scene was different.

Wumen Street.

She was wearing the queen's uniform and a phoenix crown on her head, standing in a sea of ​​blood, with heads rolling to her feet.

Lin Zhaoyue's beautiful eyes were filled with a layer of red mist. She looked at him with despair and hatred, crying and writing like blood:

"Xiao Yan, Liu Yiyi, are you satisfied? You have killed all 110 people in the Lin Mansion. Even if I, Lin Zhaoyue, become a ghost, I will not let you go..."

The dream was too real. Xiao Yan woke up from his sleep in a sweat, with a throbbing head. He couldn't tell for a moment whether it was something that had happened or was just a dream.