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

With her arms around Ziheng's neck, Wan Ning reluctantly ended the kiss. She stared at his lips with an ambiguous and blurred look slowly moving upwards. The moment their eyes met, she saw the shock and disbelief in Ziheng's eyes.

"Why, you don't like it?" Wan Ning asked.

Ziheng held her waist with one hand and supported her back with the other. The distance between them was enough for him to see everything about her clearly. He tried to suppress the feelings in his heart and replied, "I like you."

Wan Ning smiled knowingly, hugged him again intimately, and rested her chin on Ziheng's shoulder, feeling the strength of his embrace gradually increasing and his body temperature gradually rising. She turned her head and leaned close to Ziheng's ear, murmuring, "Your whole body is also wet, be careful not to catch a cold, let's take a shower together."

After saying that, Wan Ning blew out the only light, and the room returned to darkness. All they could sense was each other's body temperature, heartbeat, and breathing. The candlestick in their hands fell to the ground, making a "dong" sound that also hit their hearts.

Ziheng no longer suppressed his impulse. He tilted his head and kissed Wan Ning who was leaning on him. This kiss was different from the previous ones. It was neither hurried nor impatient, with just the right amount of fusion and tacit cooperation. In the tight timeline, he freed up one hand to unbutton his clothes and completely and clearly exposed himself to Wan Ning.

In this not-so-big bath tub, the two of them tossed and turned, accompanied by the scent of flowers. Ziheng kissed her forehead, nose tip, cheeks, earlobes... and held her fingers under the water. The mist of the hot water made their faces hot, and their bodies also felt dry.

"Ziheng, it's so hot...I'm hot." Wan Ning said in a daze.

Thinking of her previous concerns, Ziheng leaned close to her ear and said gently: "Yanyan, I took the medicine."

Wan Ning woke up instantly, opened her eyes, and blurted out: "How old are you? Can't you do it? You need to take medicine at this age, and how long do you have to take it?"

Ziheng knew that she misunderstood but he didn't explain. After all, facts speak louder than words. He picked up Wan Ning from the hot water with a wicked smile and strode towards the bed. Some of the petals floating on the water were still on Wan Ning's skin.

Soon, Wan Ning tasted the consequences of speaking her mind, and also clearly understood what a long-suppressed man was capable of. That night, they went back and forth in tacit understanding until the east was turning blue, and when it was about to dawn, they fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted and satisfied.

The next day, Wan Ning woke up early and saw Ziheng lying beside her. He was still sleeping soundly, clinging to her. Wan Ning turned to Ziheng quietly and admired his peaceful sleeping appearance, which was more delicate than usual. Suddenly, she remembered his thoughtfulness and flattery last night. She couldn't help but blush and pulled the quilt to cover half of her face.

It was still early but Wan Ning was no longer sleepy. She was full of curiosity about this room that belonged to Ziheng, and looked around at the furnishings inside. She didn't see it clearly last night, but now she found that this room was so spacious, and there were blooming flowers of different colors in every corner. The wooden barrel, the place of joy last night, was still quietly placed in the same place, but there was only half of the water left in the barrel, and the floor around it was full of dried water stains and fallen petals.

Thinking of this, Wan Ning's cheeks blushed again, but she did not regret her boldness last night at all. She turned around and lightly touched the tip of Ziheng's nose who was sleeping like a dragonfly touching the water.

At this time, a summer morning breeze blew in from somewhere, bringing with it the coolness accumulated overnight, making people feel refreshed. Wan Ning discovered that there was a side room in this bedroom, which must contain Ziheng's growth records. She was curious and picked up a coat from the floor and put it on, then walked into the side room barefoot.

This place occupies almost half of the entire room. There are ten bookshelves neatly arranged inside. Each one is spotlessly clean and the books are neatly arranged. It looks like visiting a library. Wan Ning was in a good mood and wandered around casually. On the first bookshelf, she found some picture books, or children's favorite texts and wooden toys. The further she went, the more profound the things on the bookshelf became, or his calligraphy and poems were placed. Gradually, Wan Ning discovered a pattern. The bookshelves here were arranged in the order of Ziheng's growth, and his things belonged to him.

Looking at the initial children's doodles and the gradually stronger pen strokes, Wan Ning was very interested and found it adorable.

"Boy, child, teenager..." Wan Ning muttered as she walked, but she found a bookshelf that was out of place among the bookshelves full of books. It was very empty with only an exquisite wooden box placed on the middle layer. Wan Ning tilted her head and counted the number of bookshelves, muttering silently: "After the teenager, the empty ones here are the years when he went to the battlefield and the military camp, right?"

Wan Ning walked slowly to the wooden box, imagining his life on the battlefield during those years, remembering the rumors about him on the battlefield and the silence of those years.

"The things in this wooden box must be very important to him, which is why he came here alone." Wan Ning guessed in her heart as she carefully stroked the exquisite wooden box, observing the carved patterns and the butterfly flapping its wings, which looked so lifelike.

"This was carved by Ziheng. It turns out that he loved carving butterflies. It seems that they are destined to be together." Maybe lovers always like to find common points between the two of them to prove that they are destined to be together. Now she is getting more and more curious about what is inside. What is this precious thing?

Wan Ning opened the lid with great anticipation, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Ziheng. Seeing that he was still asleep, she turned back to look inside the box and took out a scroll. The scroll exuded a faint stale smell, and it must have been an old item that had been stored for many years. Wan Ning carefully untied the rope, as if she was peeping into a secret that had been there for many years, and walked in the deep cave with some light.

The scroll was fully opened and appeared in front of Wan Ning. On it was a portrait of a woman. She had a simple bun on her face and a bright and natural smile. Her eyes were full of love, and she looked particularly attractive with her fluttering gauze skirt. Especially on her exposed shoulders, there was a tattoo at the collarbone. Upon closer inspection, it was the light blue butterfly - very similar to what Wan Ning saw when she traveled through time, and also the same butterfly on the jade pendant that Ziheng gave her.

Perhaps because it had been touched too many times, the facial expression of the person in the portrait had faded a little, but it happened that Wan Ning had seen this person's portrait in the inn last time - it was Princess Hejing Feiyu.

The rumors about Ziheng and Feiyu suddenly hit Wan Ning, and the love that was about to overflow from the painting made her breathless. And the unique memories between Ziheng and herself, the butterflies between the two of them no longer belonged to the two of them alone, and the past feelings became complicated.

Wan Ning's body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if struck by thunder, especially at this moment when she completely believed in Ziheng. In an instant, she felt dizzy and nauseous, muttering, "Butterflies, but also their butterflies."