After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

Most of the lights outside had been turned off. The two people in the carriage had red faces and maintained the same posture as before. A strange and indescribable atmosphere lingered between them.

"You're bumping me, Ziheng," Wan Ning repeated softly in case he didn't hear clearly.

Ziheng curled up his other leg, put his hands around Wan Ning's waist, and silently lifted her up and gently put her aside. Just as he put Wan Ning down and leaned over to hug him, Ziheng stopped him and took the lead to hold her hand and put it on his chest. With a red face, he suggested: "Don't hug first, just hold hands."

"Why? You used to hug me, have you changed your mind?" Wan Ning asked unhappily.

"Yanyan, absolutely not. I haven't changed my mind. I still love you and miss you. No, I love you more than before." Ziheng adjusted his movements back and forth while holding her hand tightly.

"You're lying. Then why can we just hold hands now?" Wan Ning's words were tearful, but he couldn't see her expression in the dark, and he became even more panicked.

He didn't know how to explain his change for a moment, and was worried that his change in attitude would make her feel sad.

Wan Ning opened her arms, almost asking but also acting coquettishly, and said: "Hug me, hug me."

Ziheng quickly sat up, leaned sideways to hug her, but kept a distance between them, patted her back gently, and leaned close to her ear to tell her: "Yanyan, I love you, I will always love you."

Wan Ning smiled triumphantly at this. Now she was only one step away from launching her counterattack against the "prank". She knelt on the ground, making herself level with him, leaning forward with her hands, crossing the distance he had deliberately left, and gently pressed her lips against his, slowly eroding his rationality.

She was secretly happy in her heart, how could a modern person like her lose to him?

Ziheng felt weak all over. Before his mind completely disappeared, he pretended to be shy and pushed her away, mumbling, "No, not now."

"No what?" Wan Ning leaned close to his ear, couldn't help but kiss his earlobe, and asked: "Don't you like me?"

This is a double-edged sword. When you erode the other person's rationality bit by bit, your own rationality is also being consumed. The ambiguous atmosphere, Ziheng's inexpressible words, the warm breath of the two, and the hot atmosphere, Wan Ning's mind went blank and she actually held it.

This was completely beyond Ziheng's expectations. Wan Ning was also a little tipsy. She seemed to have become a different person. She refused to admit her retreat and said stubbornly, "Not bad. Do you want to go to my room?"

Silence, followed by a period of silence, in which his eyes widened.

Snapped--

As the door was closed, Wan Ning nimbly jumped on him, wrapped her legs around Ziheng's waist, and held his cheeks with her hands near his neck. I don't know which one was hotter, the burning temperature of her palms or his red cheeks?

Never mind, none of this matters right now.

Wan Ning kissed his eyes, cheeks, nose, and lips from above, from gentle breeze to violent storm. Ziheng hugged her waist tightly to protect her, raised his head to welcome her every kiss, every time she came close, he stepped back until he touched the edge of the bed and sat on it directly.

In the chaos, Wan Ning reached out to touch his waist, and just like that night on the roof of Xiang Wanxuan, she untied his belt with a little force. Ziheng's clothes were instantly freed, and a strange fragrance emanated.

"You smell so good, so nice." Wan Ning couldn't help but mutter, and got closer. She reached into his clothes, touched his strong arms, and rubbed them back and forth with her fingertips: "Why didn't I smell it before, you smell so good."

Ziheng held her hand with his remaining rationality and asked, "Yanyan, are you serious? Won't you regret it?"

"You're so long-winded." Wan Ning had lost her patience. She pulled out her hands and supported Ziheng's shoulders. Before she could use any strength, he was pushed to the bed and fell on the soft quilt. Wan Ning looked at him with ambiguous eyes and smiled, "What a beautiful and delicate man who is easy to be pushed down. How could I regret it?"

Ziheng smiled, supported himself on the bed with both hands and raised his upper body closer to her. His eyes were full of aggression, sweeping across her sparkling eyes, her high nose bridge, her soft pink lips, and finally landing on her earlobe. Even though he was looking up at Wan Ning from below, he was calm as a leader and controller, but the unintentional gaze completely released the beast called possession.

Because of the loss of the belt, the clothes were open, revealing a solid chest and snow-white, tight arms, with distinct collarbones. Ziheng tilted his head and used his core to maintain the previous posture. While he was kissing her neck, he put his hands around her waist and back, turned over, and instantly their positions were swapped: Wan Ning lay on the bed with her neck on his neck, while Ziheng held her under him with his arms on the edge of the bed, and gently stroked her hair with his fingers.

In the darkness, Ziheng had a strap in his hand. He stretched it hard, and Wan Ning's skirt slipped off her shoulders, touching her delicate skin. His breathing became rapid, and the outline of his chest rose and fell. Wan Ning keenly noticed that the hand touching his cheek was trembling slightly. The theorist thought: "Is it his first time?"

Wan Ning held his fingers and gently slid them across her neck, collarbone, and chest, finally stopping at the erect part.

Shocked, he leaned close to Wan Ning's ear and said, "Little rascal." Then he increased the strength of his hand to match the ups and downs of her body. Ziheng's fingers were slender and his palms were relatively wide, so it was easy for him to completely grasp it in his hands. Soon her body had a more obvious reaction, and the sound coming out of her mouth gradually became an indistinguishable hum. He keenly received the signal, and the two of them soon faced each other with true sincerity for the first time.

When everything was ready, Wan Ning suddenly pulled out a hard object from under the pillow. She immediately realized that it was the butterfly jade pendant that Ziheng had given her. Her sanity gradually returned and she calmed down.

"Yanyan, what's wrong?" Ziheng immediately stopped and asked gently.

"Ziheng, will you blame me?" Wan Ning asked, stroking the jade pendant in her hand and looking up.

Ziheng was stunned at first, but he quickly reacted and hugged her, holding her close to him, still so gentle: "No, I will never blame you. We won't do it anymore, we won't do it anymore, don't be unhappy, Yanyan."

He pulled the quilt over her and wrapped her up. He lay on the side holding her hand and comforted her, "Maybe now is not a good time. Wait until you are ready, preferably when the flowers are in full bloom. I will take you to a beautiful place. It's definitely not as hasty as it is now, okay?"

Touched emotions spread in her eyes, turning into hot tears hiding in the corners of her eyes. She stretched out her hands from under the quilt, longing for a hug. She leaned close to his ear, and said with a slight cry: "Ziheng, it's not that I don't love you, but I can't have a child now."

"Child...child?" Ziheng's mind was instantly filled with this word, his face flushed red, and after a long while he continued, "I understand, I understand. Yanyan, you don't have to explain. We still have a lot of time, there's no rush."

"Yeah, that's so kind of you."

Ziheng quietly adjusted his posture to make himself a little more comfortable. Wan Ning held his hand and murmured, "Ziheng, can you wait until I fall asleep before leaving?"

He nodded and stroked the back of her hand back and forth with his thumb, and soon she fell asleep.