After the marriage, the abstinent prince turned me on

Ouyang Jing chuckled twice when he heard this. He thought the girl in front of him was very cute, so he called out to his attendants, "Go and get two jugs of the best wine from Wanxiang Tower."

The attendant took the order and left, and soon returned with two jugs of wine.

Ouyang Jing personally poured a glass for Xie Mishuang, and tapped the table lightly with his slender white fingers, signaling, "Please."

Xie Mishuang looked at the clear wine in the glass, took a deep breath, picked up the glass with gritted teeth, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Ouyang Jing looked at her bold behavior with his eyes slightly narrowed. He saw that the girl's face was flushing at a speed visible to the naked eye, making her bright red lips even more attractive.

Xie Mishuang only felt a burning sensation in her throat, and a burst of heat rushed straight to her forehead, making her already dizzy head even more unclear.

Under the influence of alcohol, she stretched out her delicate hand and grabbed Ouyang Jing's sleeve. She looked at him with misty eyes and said in a soft voice, "Prince, I can have another drink. Give it to me."

Ouyang Jing looked at her cute and adorable appearance, his eyes darkened, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he did not stop her actions.

With his tacit consent, Xie Mishuang reached out to take the wine jug on the table and wanted to pour himself some wine.

Unexpectedly, she was already drunk at this time, her center was unstable, and her body leaned forward uncontrollably, falling straight into Ouyang Jing's arms.

"Well……"

Ouyang Jing quickly reached out to support her, and the warmth and softness in his arms caused ripples in his originally calm heart.

He looked at the girl in his arms, whose cheeks had turned red due to drunkenness, her blurry eyes, and her slightly open red lips, and felt a heat rising from the bottom of his heart, making him want more.

He lowered his head, wanting to kiss her, but just before he touched her soft lips, he suddenly came to his senses.

He held Xie Mishuang's shoulders, slightly increasing the distance between them. Looking at her confused eyes due to being drunk, he spoke in a low, magnetic voice with a barely perceptible hoarseness: "It's not even the wedding night yet, and you're so anxious, Miss Xie?"

Xie Mishuang was a little confused by his sudden action. She wanted to get up, but found a strong arm across her waist, holding her firmly in his arms.

She struggled a few times, but found that she couldn't break free from his restraints at all. She could only blush and say with shame and anger: "You...you are talking nonsense, I didn't..."

Ouyang Jing looked at Xie Mishuang's confused eyes, suppressed the desire surging in his heart, chuckled, and picked her up by the waist.

Xie Mishuang exclaimed and subconsciously hugged his neck.

Ouyang Jing carried her out of the private room. Seeing this, Qinghe and Xiaolan hurried over to greet them.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Qinghe asked worriedly.

"It's okay, she's just drunk. I'll take her back." Ouyang Jing said lightly, but there was a hint of imperceptible doting in his tone.

Qinghe and Xiaolan looked at each other, nodded, and followed silently.

Xiaolan looked at Ouyang Jing's back as he left with Xie Mishuang in his arms, and a hint of loss flashed in her eyes.

Qinghe was secretly delighted, thinking that the young lady and the Crown Prince were indeed a match made in heaven.

Ouyang Jing's entourage and other guests in the teahouse were stunned by the scene before them.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince actually hugged a woman in public!

And in such an intimate posture!

The eldest daughter of the Xie family is so lucky!

Xie Mishuang felt the strange looks from those around her and was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

"Your Highness, please put me down." She whispered, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

Ouyang Jing seemed not to hear her words, and carried her downstairs and came to the carriage.

He bent down and carefully placed her in the carriage, as gently as if she were a fragile treasure.

Xie Mishuang felt dizzy all the way, but she forced herself to stay awake.

Because she knew that this seemingly abstinent Crown Prince was actually a wolf in sheep's clothing!

If she really fell asleep, she would probably be eaten up by him!

Xie Mishuang secretly warned herself that she was still quite traditional at heart and could not lose her virginity before marriage.

She held her clothes tightly and deliberately kept a distance from Ouyang Jing.

Ouyang Jing couldn't help but chuckle at her defensive look.

It seems that I was too anxious. We are getting married soon anyway, so it doesn't matter if we wait a little longer.

The carriage arrived at the gate of Xie's house. Xie Mishuang was temporarily unable to get off the carriage alone, so she and Ouyang Jing sat quietly in the carriage waiting for Qinghe and Xiaolan behind.

Inside the carriage, Ouyang Jing looked at Xie Mishuang and said seriously, "Shuang'er, don't drink anymore next time."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched Xie Mishuang's head with a doting tone.

Xie Mishuang's mind went blank for a moment. He didn't know what to say or how to react, especially when he heard the word "Shuang'er".

Qinghe and Xiaolan's voices came from outside the carriage, "Miss, we're here."

Xie Mishuang finally came to his senses and got off the carriage with the help of Qinghe and Xiaolan.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for seeing me off." Xie Mishuang bowed slightly and thanked Ouyang Jing.

Ouyang Jing nodded and watched Xie Mishuang enter the Xie Mansion before telling the driver to drive away.

Xie Mishuang felt light and fluttery, and after a quick wash, she fell asleep.

In her dream, she returned to the teahouse's private room, and Ouyang Jing was sitting opposite her, looking at her with burning eyes.

His fingers gently stroked her cheek, his eyes so gentle that it seemed as if water could drip out.

"Shuang'er, you are so beautiful." His voice was low and hoarse, with a fatal temptation.

Xie Mishuang felt his heart beating so hard that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his chest.

She tried to avoid his gaze, but he pulled her into his arms.

His kiss fell like raindrops, carrying a strong aroma of wine and masculinity.

Xie Mishuang felt his consciousness gradually becoming blurred and his body becoming hotter and hotter.

She clung to his shoulders weakly, letting him do whatever he wanted...

"Ah!" Xie Mishuang suddenly woke up from his dream and found that he was sweating all over.

She quickly pulled the quilt tightly over her head, feeling so ashamed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Qinghe heard the noise and hurried into the house to check.

"No, nothing..." Xie Mishuang's voice was muffled and a little flustered.

Qing He looked at Xie Mishuang's red cheeks and couldn't help but laugh, "Miss, did you have a wet dream?"

Xie Mishuang: "..."

"Last night in the wing room, you and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, could it be that..."

"Don't let your imagination run wild. What time is it now?" Xie Mishuang quickly changed the subject.

Qing He glanced at the sun and replied, "It's past midnight. It's almost time for His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince to come and get married. Miss, are you going to watch the ceremony today?"