As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

The lights were swaying gently. He Yue in the room was lying on her side on the bed, half curled up, with one arm across her waist, and her back pressed tightly against Ning Rushong's chest.

Ning Rushong leaned over, held the back of He Yue's neck with his hand, and turned her around. He Yue's body was not straight, so her legs remained bent as before, with her knees against his legs.

"Did Feng make you angry today?" Ning Rushong asked in a low voice. In the light and darkness, his cold eyebrows and eyes were full of intimacy.

Whatever he wants to know, there will always be someone who will respectfully present it to him.

"Not angry." He Yue frowned. His breath was very close to her, densely and continuously entwining her.

She didn't know when her knee was held in the palm of Ning Rushong's other hand. The two of them were too close. No matter how gentle he looked, his behavior showed his inherent strength. The habits he had developed over the years could not be changed overnight.

Because of their posture, He Yue's upper body was taller than Ning Rushong's. Her hands were on his shoulders, and his hand on the back of her neck applied gentle force. Perhaps because He Yue had always played the role of a submissive in their past interactions, she even forgot to resist for a moment and buried her head in his shoulders and neck.

When He Yue reacted belatedly, she tried to raise her hand, and her fingertips unconsciously brushed across Ning Rushong's neck. She didn't notice that Ning Rushong's head was slightly raised, and his deep phoenix eyes were surprisingly dark.

Ning Rushong's actions were mostly subconscious. He had been drugged and poisoned, and could not bear the itch in his heart. He always wanted to be close to her, touch her, and preferably be closer and stickier.

After going around in circles for a year and then finding each other again, he always inevitably and irresistibly feels a sense of illusion. A year is actually a very long time. He and He Yue only spent a year together, but it took them the same amount of time to meet again.

"I'm not angry." He Yue emphasized again, trying to bring everything back to normal question and answer.

Instead of this ambiguous and lingering charming atmosphere, everything becomes a mess.

Ning Rusong responded and explained the whole story, "It was Governor Feng who came with me to apologize on behalf of the Feng family."

In fact, Mrs. Feng thought too much about this matter. She felt that she was in the wrong first and went straight into the house without informing anyone. And then He Yue's attitude was too cold, so she became more and more scared the more she thought about it, even though He Yue was very kind to the embroiderer.

At this moment, He Yue raised her head and glared at Ning Rushong in shame and anger. He caught her off guard and used force, causing her legs to straighten and stick to him.

She still raised her hand and touched Ning Rusong's chin, "Your Majesty, let's take a rest and stop talking. I'm really not angry today."

I'm really getting angry now!

"Okay." Ning Rusong did not take another step closer. This was enough for now. "After returning to the palace, Yueyue will still live in the same hall with me."

They are husband and wife, they are meant to lie in the same bed, do everything that is right, and be in perfect harmony and joy.

Ning Rusong still didn't let go of his hands. He kept his hands on He Yue's waist, holding her in his arms. The two of them maintained an intimate posture throughout the night.

He Yue originally thought that she would have difficulty falling asleep, but perhaps because she was thinking too much today, she still fell asleep in his arms.

An old friend can bring a person's memories back to the past, and then repeat them over and over again, causing repeated regrets.