The Regent's Koi Princess

Long Xiaotian remained silent along the way, lowered his head, and walked out with Luo Yao in his arms.

Pulling her to a secluded corner, Long Xiaotian held Luo Yaoxu in his arms, lowered his head and stared at Luo Yao's rosy, plump lips.

At this moment, he had a strong idea in his mind. He wanted to try whether the man's lips were also soft.

Luo Yao looked up at Long Xiaotian. At the moment she was in his arms, she had long forgotten what day it was. What's more, she had already forgotten that Lin Qingyue was shot by an arrow and Tang Huiru needed comfort.

Her face turned slightly red as she looked at Long Xiaotian's chest heaving violently. Could it be that Brother Xiaotian had discovered her identity as a woman disguised as a man?

"You~uh~"

Luo Yao had just opened her mouth to say the word "you" when she saw Long Xiaotian lower his head and block his thin lips against her red lips.

For a moment, Luo Yao felt as if she was sucked into a vortex. Her heartbeat was as loud as a drum, making her ears buzz.

Her cheeks were as if burned by fire, hot and blazing, the blush spread to her ears, and even her neck was faintly pink.

Her eyes were flashing with a mixture of astonishment and shyness, her pupils dilated slightly, fixed on Long Xiaotian's affectionate and focused gaze.

Long Xiaotian's kiss was like that of a young boy, his movements were rough, disorganized, and reckless, even biting Luo Yao's lips so hard that it hurt.

That's right, he wasn't kissing at all, he was biting.

Like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

The same was true for Luo Yao, who had her first close contact with a man other than her father and was kissed by him.

Her legs involuntarily became weak, as if she had lost all her strength. She could only snuggle tightly against Long Xiaotian's solid chest, using the warmth and strength to support herself as she was crumbling.

With every breath she took, she inhaled his unique fresh scent, but exhaled a blend of her own panic and sweetness.

The whole world around them seemed to have stopped, leaving only the rapid and disordered breathing of the two people, interweaving into an unfinished love poem in this quiet corner.

Love poems between her and him.

It was unknown how much time had passed, until Luo Yao began to have difficulty breathing, and then Long Xiaotian let her go.

Today he himself could feel that he was particularly abnormal at the moment.

It was so abnormal that her body was changing and she felt uncomfortable all over. She even wanted to abandon worldly rules and take the next step of intimate contact with this androgynous little eunuch.

He felt like he had gone crazy.

He felt a little helpless and a little contemptuous of himself. How hungry must he be to attack a eunuch?

Forcibly suppressing the desire in his heart, Long Xiaotian hugged Luo Yao tightly in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Who... are you?"

Luo Yao did not answer his question, but leaned back slightly and raised her hand to pull off the wooden hairpin on her bun.

Luo Yao pulled out the wooden hairpin inserted in her bun, and suddenly her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, black and shiny, with a soft luster in the dim sunlight.

The hair gently brushed across Long Xiaotian's arm, bringing a hint of imperceptible coolness and smoothness, like the first blooming willow branches in spring, gently plucking people's heartstrings.

I saw her gently smoothing her long hair with her hands, and there was an indescribable gentleness and charm in her movements.

As she moved, a few strands of hair playfully fell on her shoulders, swaying gently in the wind, adding a touch of softness and mystery to her.

Long Xiaotian stared at the scene in a daze, with a hint of disbelief and amazement in his eyes, as if Luo Yao at this moment was no longer the little eunuch he was familiar with, but a fairy who walked out of a painting. He couldn't help but hold his breath, for fear of disturbing this beauty.

Then Luo Yao pulled out a red rope from her collar. There was a jade pendant on it. The pattern on it was exactly the same as Long Xiaotian's.

Long Xiaotian's eyes froze instantly, as if time had stopped for him at this moment.

He stared at the familiar jade pendant in Luo Yao's hand, the emotions surging in his heart like a surging tide, difficult to contain.

The jade pendant shone with a warm luster in the dim light, and every pattern on it echoed the one he wore on his body, telling of unknown secrets and the entanglement of fate.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, tremblingly took the jade pendant from Luo Yao's hand, and gently stroked the delicate jade surface with his fingertips, as if he could feel the warmth and miracle of the two people who had overcome many obstacles and finally recognized each other.

Long Xiaotian's eyes were slightly red, and his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "You...are you really Luo Yao?"

"Hmm~"

After Luo Yao let out a slight "hmm", tears instantly burst out.

The trembling sound was like a cat scratching Long Xiaotian's heart, with a hint of grievance.

Luo Yao's tears were like pearls that had broken off the string, rolling one by one into Long Xiaotian's broad palm, and each drop carried the forbearance and bitterness of the past.

She bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to let her tears escape, but the slight sobs were like the finest raindrops in spring, falling silently on Long Xiaotian's heart and causing ripples.

Seeing this, Long Xiaotian felt an indescribable pity in his heart. He gently raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on Luo Yao's face with his fingertips. His actions were full of unprecedented tenderness and care.

I no longer cared about anything else and even forgot what he had said.

She is a high and mighty girl, and he is an ordinary man. At this moment, all the rules and regulations are thrown behind his head, and he only has her, who is like a delicate flower, in his eyes.

When he thought about how she had been disguised and carefully accompanying him all the way, how could he bear to push her away?

Luo Yao felt this warmth and could no longer suppress her inner emotions. She threw herself into Long Xiaotian's arms, buried her head deeply in his chest, and let her tears flow freely.

Brother Xiaotian didn't push her away. What did he mean by that? Was he willing to accept her?

She had waited so long for this moment.

"Brother Xiaotian~"

I've been enduring and holding it in all this time, and now I can finally let it out.

Luo Yao couldn't stop crying. She had long missed the embrace of Brother Xiaotian, but she was afraid of scaring him, so she had been holding back.

"Yao'er...Yao'er has finally waited for you, woo woo..."

Long Xiaotian hugged Luo Yao tightly, wishing he could melt her into his blood.

Ah!

No wonder...

No wonder a strange feeling spread in his heart every time he saw her.

The desire to break through the mundane world and be with her became stronger and stronger.

It turned out that she was the little girl who had always followed him when he was a child.

"Good~"

Long Xiaotian patted Luo Yao's back and coaxed her: "Don't cry, okay!"

Luo Yao looked up at Long Xiaotian with tears in her eyes and asked tentatively: "Brother Xiaotian won't chase Yaoer away, right?"

Long Xiaotian shook his head helplessly and chuckled: "Yao'er has worked so hard to stay by Brother Xiaotian's side for so long, how can Brother Xiaotian bear to let her go."