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Jing Ye: “…”

Even though he was still confused, he now understood Xuan Heng's meaning. He felt that Xuan Heng would not take advantage of others in distress, so he gave him the most torturous task.

Jing Ye lowered his head to look at Lan Ning who was sleeping in his arms. Her white and tender hands were grasping the corner of his clothes. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and her red lips were slightly parted. She looked extremely seductive.

He turned his head away in panic, only to find that everyone in the hall had left, leaving him alone, sitting there holding Lan Ning.

Jing Ye was silent for a long time. He felt the person in his arms was hot. He opened his mouth and walked towards the inner room with her in his arms, feeling very uncomfortable.

It was just a short distance, but Jing Ye felt like he was walking a very long palace road. The person in his arms was originally holding onto his clothes, and it seemed that the wine was hot, which made her sweat as well. She panted slightly and pulled at both of their clothes.

Jing Ye trembled all over. He quickly put Lan Ning on the bed, then turned around to tidy up his clothes.

He knew that Lan Ning's health was not yet well, and of course he couldn't just watch her take advantage of someone while drunk.

Lan Ning lay on the familiar big bed, surrounded by a familiar scent. She pulled the quilt up, but after a while, she felt like she was sleeping on a stove. She sat up irritably and tore off her clothes.

The cool wind on her chest relieved the stuffiness that was enveloping Lan Ning. She squinted her eyes, and when she looked up again, she found someone standing beside her bed.

This back view... looks familiar.

Lan Ning thought for a long time with his confused mind before he remembered that this was Jing Ye.

"Jing Ye?" Lan Ning called him. Since he appeared in front of her, did that mean he would sleep with her tonight?

Lan Ning yawned. She saw Jing Ye turned around, his handsome face unusually conflicted. She opened her arms to Jing Ye. The man hesitated for a moment, then knelt in front of her and let her hold him.

She reached out and rubbed Jingye's short black hair. The roughness of her palm was completely different from what she imagined. She didn't see Jingye's red face. Her fingertips touched his hot ears. The sound was sweet and crisp. She was very confused, "Where are your ears?"

Jing Ye didn't say anything. He rubbed Lan Ning's collarbone with the tip of his nose and took several slow, deep breaths before letting his wolf ears come out.

Lan Ning's hot breath sprayed on her neck. She rubbed Jingye's hair affectionately and said, "Carry me to take a shower. I feel so uncomfortable because I'm sticky and sweaty."

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Inner room by the bathtub.

Jing Ye was very hesitant while holding Lan Ning. He didn't dare to untie the laces of Lan Ning's dress. He cursed himself over and over again in his heart. He finally put her into the water, but the soft and boneless person almost sank to the bottom of the water.

The temperature in the inner room made Lan Ning's drunkenness dissipate a little. She pressed against Jing Ye, feeling the stiffness of the man's body. Lan Ning's feet could not touch the bottom of the bathtub, so she had to hook her arms around Jing Ye's neck. Both of their clothes became wet and stuck to their bodies, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Jingye?" Lan Ning called out to the stiff man in her arms in a daze. She could barely open her eyes. "Help me take off my clothes...."

Jing Ye really wanted to run out of the door at this moment. He took a deep breath, held Lan Ning who was floating in the water with one hand, his silver eyes did not dare to look at the scenery on her chest, and used his other hand to slowly take off Lan Ning's dress.

Without those obstacles, Lan Ning leaned in Jing Ye's arms and enjoyed it. After a while, she found that something was wrong with the person next to her.

Lan Ning touched Jing Ye's chest and found that his clothes were still intact.

The drunk Lan Ning got angry and asked, "Why don't you take off your clothes? Aren't you going to come with me?"

Jing Ye quickly grabbed the mischievous little hand and repeated dryly in Lan Ning's ear, "You... just soak it slowly, don't worry about me."

Lan Ning snorted, she slowly raised her head and stared into those clear and restrained silver eyes, "No, you have to listen to me and don't make me repeat it a second time."

The little princess's soft command made Jing Ye, who was already restless, even more anxious. This did not stop his hesitation, but the little princess took action herself this time.

She turned over, hooked her arms around Jingye's neck, pushed him to the edge of the bathtub, and under the gaze of those silver eyes, quickly stripped off his clothes. Then she leaned her fair little face on his steaming, scarred chest and rubbed it affectionately.

Jing Ye was so nervous that he couldn't even finish his words, "Your Highness... Your Highness..."

Lan Ning hugged his strong waist. She felt that there was still a gap in the body shapes between Jing Ye and Xuan Heng.

They are both representatives of Wan Jing's martial arts value. They look tall and strong, but the touch of their muscles is really different. Xuan Heng is resilient, Jing Ye is tougher, and there are some scars from old injuries on his body, which are reddened by the steam, scary, but also pitiful.

Lan Ning vaguely recalled that when she was first with Xuan Heng, when they were in love, he gently kissed the scars on her body, and Xuan Heng said he felt sorry for her experience in the dungeon.

As a general of Wanjing Kingdom, Jing Ye had to lead troops to fight in battles. These scars were accumulated from battles one after another.

Lan Ning had felt the healing of scars, and if she put herself in Jing Ye's shoes, she would also feel sorry for the injuries on his body.

The man holding her was already very nervous, and had almost thought of an excuse to run away, but he saw the princess, who was quietly enjoying herself in his arms, suddenly opened her eyes and gently kissed the scar on his chest.

Jing Ye's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the little princess who treated him tenderly with shock. There was a dullness on his handsome face that did not belong to his age.

He always knew in his heart that he was not as good as the other three.

His appearance and abilities were not good, and he couldn't even speak clearly. He cherished his time with Lan Ning.

He missed every time he was alone with Lan Ning. No matter what she asked for, he would try his best to satisfy her, just to leave his mark in her heart.

But when Lan Ning really treated him gently, Jing Ye began to doubt himself again.

Can Lan Ning really like him, who is covered in scars and can't speak? Or is it just because she sees his scars that she feels more sympathy for him?

Thinking of this, Jing Ye felt that he was asking for too much. It was clear that he just needed a chance to be with her, but now he was asking for more.

"Your Highness..." Jing Ye exhaled deeply. He stared at the red lips that were kissing his heart. The indescribably beautiful person heard his call and looked up at him.

Lan Ning noticed Jing Ye's slightly red eyes. She gently stroked the corners of his eyes with her fingers and asked him curiously, "What's wrong?"

Why do you look like you're about to cry?

Lan Ning couldn't imagine what it would be like for such a mighty man to cry in front of her. His silver eyes were very focused and affectionate, reflecting her face, which showed a lot more blatant delusions and restraint.

She wanted to laugh just looking at him. What a complicated man.