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

"I can smell a strong smell of alcohol, and you said you only drank a little." Wan Ning said angrily, but she was still holding on with her hands.

"I'm sorry, did I stink you?" Ziheng asked coquettishly, fearing that he would make her angry.

"Of course, it stinks." Actually, the wine didn't smell bad, but seeing that he was injured and still drinking, and not taking care of his body, I naturally had to tease him and teach him a lesson.

Hearing Wan Ning say this, Ziheng immediately stood up straight and promised: "If you don't like it, then I won't drink it, and I will never drink it again."

Wan Ning folded her hands in front of her chest, raised her chin and said proudly: "Well, from tomorrow on, if you drink, you can't get close to me!"

"So...what about today?"

"Today?" Wan Ning thought for a moment and replied, "Since you look so pitiful, let's forget about it today!"

Ziheng was secretly happy that Wan Ning still had him in her heart. He excitedly leaned over and kissed her. He held her neck and slender waist with both hands, approached her step by step, and slowly retreated into the room.

The more they kissed, the more excited and devoted they became. Before they knew it, their emotions were out of control. Wan Ning pushed him away between kisses and asked, "What are you doing?"

Ziheng stared at her red lips, which were still stained with his saliva, and were so bright that they made people's hearts flutter.

"Didn't you say that today doesn't count?" Ziheng deliberately responded by using her words so that she could not refute.

"Even if it doesn't count, I didn't ask you to do this." Wan Ning said as she wiped the corners of her mouth roughly with her sleeve.

Ziheng moved closer, lowered his head to look her in the eye, with a slight blush on his face: "How is it?"

Wan Ning saw that he was just playing tricks tonight, so she simply didn't bother with him. She lifted her skirt and turned to leave, muttering, "Forget it, I didn't expect someone like you to play tricks like a child. People have to bow their heads under the eaves, so I won't bother with you today. At most..."

"What's the big deal?"

"At worst, just think of it as being kissed by a pig." Wan Ning said as she turned her upper body to look at him teasingly, then ran away immediately.

This was Ziheng's place, how could she run away? As soon as she took a step, she was pulled into his arms by Ziheng. She was surprised and before Wan Ning could react, Ziheng lifted her chin and kissed her harder.

Even, full of flattery.

"Hey, you..." Wan Ning couldn't even utter a complete sentence. Every time she said a word, Ziheng would chase after her again.

"What's wrong with me?" Ziheng stopped and moved away from her lips, asking softly, looking carefully at her gradually blurred eyes.

"You...you are bad." Wan Ning's whole body was limp, and now almost all her weight was on Ziheng's arms that were around her. In order to prevent herself from falling, she held his arms tightly.

Ziheng was very happy with this look, and the movements of his hands became more intense. The tip of his nose brushed against her cheek and moved close to her ear, trying to seduce her. He asked, "Really? But I saw Xiaowan hugged me very tightly, which shows that she really likes me."

"You bastard, I'm going to fall if I don't hold on tight. I'm even more curious about where Master Ziheng learned this brothel style?" At this time, Wan Ning was still subconsciously bickering.

Ziheng was not annoyed, not only was he not annoyed, he even thought that this was a compliment to him. In the past, he was very careful in the palace for fear of bringing trouble to Wan Ning. Now that the mountains are high and the roads are long, without restraints, it is natural to let go. He hugged her waist tighter, and his other hand slowly moved down along her waist, tickling her, until her thighs were pulled up and placed on his body, and then his wrists were placed under her buttocks, and with a little force, he lifted her up and held her around his waist.

Without the support of the ground, Wan Ning subconsciously hugged his shoulders tightly, and her entire upper body was completely lying on Ziheng, fearing that she would fall down. Seeing this, Ziheng became even more excited about her dependence, stretched his neck and put his mouth on her lips, licked gently with the tip of his tongue, and slowly attacked, until Wan Ning completely gave up resistance and began to respond to him subconsciously.

"Call my name."

"Zi... Heng."

He was ecstatic, and he slowly moved his hand down from her earlobe, gently passed over her neck and paused at her collarbone. The dress Wan Ning was wearing was prepared by Ziheng when she was brought to the villa. He said that her style was simpler, with a slanted front fastened by several cloth ropes tied into bows.

Ziheng played a trick, and gradually found the bow with his nose along the way. He raised his chin and held one end of the bow with his teeth, slowly exerting force. Repeating the same method, all three bows were opened, and the collar naturally opened to reveal the tube top inside, which was also a lace-up style, and now she tied it behind her back.

Wan Ning's hands were around his neck. Although she couldn't see it, the ups and downs of the blood vessels in his neck were transmitted to his whole body through her fingertips, and the touch was very clear. His breathing became more and more rapid, and he was panting heavily. Wan Ning hugged him even tighter, and with her other hand, she held Ziheng from behind.

He stopped, thinking that Wan Ning was still resisting him, and even his breathing became tense for a moment. Unexpectedly, Wan Ning held his hand and moved it up, easily covering the belt of his inner shirt through his short shirt, and then her fingers twisted it and it fell into her hand.

Ziheng was overjoyed by this unexpected reaction and asked, "Xiao Wan, this is..."

In the darkness, Wan Ning interrupted him anxiously with a red face: "Don't you want to?"

"Yes but……"

"I want to, too!" Wan Ning interrupted him again. As soon as he finished speaking, Ziheng kissed her madly, his soft fingertips wandering over her body. This time he had no more scruples.

The longing for each other for more than six months was echoed at this moment. After tossing and turning for a long time, the two fell into a deep sleep without any worries. A moment later, the sky was getting light and there was some light in the room. Wan Ning suddenly woke up from her dream and turned her head to see Ziheng still sleeping soundly and breathing steadily. Only then did she feel relieved.

Wan Ning turned over quietly and saw their clothes thrown randomly beside the bed, very messy and vivid, blushing and recalling the passion of yesterday. Suddenly, she saw something in Ziheng's clothes, so she stretched out her arm to grab it, and when she picked up the clothes, the thing fell out.

Sachet - I made it for him before the Dragon Boat Festival, and Wan Ning stuffed a lot of mugwort into it. Now it has become very old, as if it has been touched countless times, and the fragrance has long gone.

The original purpose of making the sachet was to fill the palace with this scent, which would cover up the smell of escape and prevent being easily found by hunting dogs.

Wan Ning picked up the sachet and played with it in her hand. It had been rubbed smooth and even a little torn.

"How long has this idiot been touching it? He's still carrying it on his body even though it's so torn." Wan Ning murmured softly, placing it carefully on her clothes.

At this moment, Ziheng suddenly turned over, climbed onto her waist, easily pulled her towards him, and held her in his arms.

"It's still early, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Wan Ning said softly.

Ziheng hugged her tighter, closed his eyes and buried his head in her neck and hair, and spoke casually as if talking about someone else, asking:

"You remember everything, don't you?"