Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Turning away from him, she thought of him in the past. Could he really do such a thing? She knew her emotions were easily volatile, so she decided not to hold them in. However, she was afraid of waking him up, so she could only cry secretly, sobbing from time to time.

Whenever he senses any movement around him, he becomes as alert as a rabbit and doesn't make any sound.

Su Wanmo found it funny that he didn't dare to breathe, but he didn't seem to be afraid of holding it in.

Turning around and seeing that he showed no signs of waking up, she quietly got up, put on her clothes and started her boring day.

"I'm so bored." He walked around in circles in the room, muttering to himself that he was so bored.

Su Wanmo even suspected that she had said it on purpose for him to hear.

Finally, he heard the sound of her opening the door and going out. Su Wanmo climbed up from the bed, took out the dress that was pressed under the pillow, and returned to his palace in a good mood.

Su Wanmo seemed to have tasted the sweetness and ran to Song Yue's palace every night. The weather gradually turned colder. When the temperature dropped suddenly, he could not feel any warmth when he got into Song Yue's bed. He had to hold her in his arms and share his body temperature with her, but he woke her up as soon as he moved. When she turned her head, a silver needle was pressed against her neck.

It seems to be the same Song Yue.

"It's me, it's me. Yueyue is me."

Song Yue didn't let go of her hand: "Who are you?"

Su Wanmo didn't often introduce himself to others, so it was difficult for him to speak. But feeling the stinging pain in his neck, he quickly called out, "It's me, Su Wanmo."

Song Yue retracted the silver needle: "Your Majesty, what can I do for you?"

"Nothing, go to sleep."

Song Yue moved out speechlessly: "This is my room."

Su Wanmo found her words so cute and sweet that he wanted to tease her all the time.

"I'm here now, even in your bed. What can you do to me?"

Song Yue was so angry at his meanness that she laughed: "What can I do?"

He just moved forward silently.

Su Wanmo chased her to the corner of the bed, and when he saw that she was about to fall, he reached out and pulled her back.

"It's time to fall down. The quilt is cold. I'll warm it for you."

He placed his hands on her waist, patting it. I couldn't tell if he was trying to coax her to sleep or if he was just having fun.

Song Yue didn't like his actions and tried to get rid of the cricket pupae again.

"Okay, okay, I won't take any more pictures. Go to sleep."

After a long silence, he made a joke, "But by the way, which dish from the imperial kitchen suits your taste? You've gained a lot of weight."

He didn't wait for an answer, only waited until Song Yue moved out again, chasing from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed. Helplessly, Song Yue didn't move, and after a moment, he heard soft sobs.

Su Wanmo can't pretend not to know this time.

"What happened?"

He didn't get angry when he didn't respond, he just turned her around forcefully, and she almost curled up into a ball.

"Be good, don't cry, don't cry, it's all our fault, you tell me to change!"

Still no response from her: "If you don't say anything, I'll kiss you, really?"

I thought I could scare her, but she remained unmoved.

Su Wanmo felt distressed. She used to be so bold as to say anything in front of him. Even if she didn't dare to speak out, she would still make some sarcastic remarks when she couldn't help herself. But now, she just kept it to herself and cried bitterly. She didn't even dare to cry out loud.

He hugged her tighter, his lips pressed against the top of her head, and a muffled voice came: "I'm sorry, just cry if you want to."

When Song Yue heard his words, her crying became louder.

"I'm sorry, Yueyue. I'm sorry."

Song Yue pulled his hand over and bit it, not letting go until she tasted blood.

She still didn't speak, but she fell asleep with her head resting on his arm after crying herself out of exhaustion. Su Wanmo's persistence had paid off, and now he could hold her while she slept.

"Why do I feel like you've gained weight again? Are you really hungry?"

The imperial physician said that eating too much or always feeling hungry was also a disease. This time, he would not allow her to remain silent. He looked her straight in the eye and did not allow her to dodge at all: "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Song Yue didn't want to pay attention to him, so she avoided his gaze and pretended to fall asleep.

Su Wanmo was still as frightening as ever: "I really kissed you."

This time I'm not pretending. It's a relief that I can hold back when I sleep with someone like this every day. When I finally touch their soft lips, I'm reluctant to let go.

"Say it or not? If not, I'll kiss you again."

Song Yue held up his lowered head and said, "I won't eat your food anymore, okay?"

Su Wanmo finally waited for her to speak, and wanted to tease her to say more, but she refused to open her mouth, so he had to use the same old trick again.

"Yueyue, you smell so good."

Song Yue tried to avoid him, but he held her head and kissed her forcefully. Song Yue couldn't avoid it, so she let him do it. When Su Wanmo realized that the taste in her mouth was wrong, she was already in tears.

Su Wanmo really thought she was made of water. She had never realized she could cry so much before.

"I'm sorry, I won't kiss you anymore, please don't cry."

Song Yue looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Asshole."

Su Wanmo was finally scolded by her and it was hard not to laugh, so he held her in his arms: Yes, I am a bastard.

Even breathing could be heard from above her head. Song Yue raised her head to make sure he was really asleep. Her thumb lingered between his lips, approaching and then moving away several times. After doing this a few times, she simply turned off the engine and covered herself with the quilt to go to sleep.

But someone kept smiling all night long.

Every time Su Wanmo hugged her to sleep, he would worry about her: "No, I'll ask the imperial physician to see you tomorrow."

After a long silence, Song Yue finally whispered, "No."

Like a stamp collector, Song Yue took the initiative to talk to him and pulled him out from under the quilt: "Why?"

He remained silent for a long time, and then thought of her little movements after he fell asleep.

"You want a kiss, don't you?"

Song Yue seemed to be hit by his words and buried her head in his chest, refusing to come out.

Su Wanmo guided her step by step from the earlobe and finally fulfilled her wish. Her pretended reserve made him mistakenly believe that he had good skills, so he became more confident and improved his skills. It was a virtuous circle.

The temperature of the person in his arms gradually increased, conveying a message to Su Wanmo.

His hand dishonestly pinched the soft belly he had been longing for, but she pushed his hand away. After persistent exploration, they both finally reached the critical point.

"Yueyue, I want it."

Song Yue felt as if there was a layer of fog between them. She couldn't hear what he said, so she held his head and kissed him again.

It wasn't until his hand touched a restricted area that Song Yue suddenly came to her senses and pushed him away: "No."

The hoarse voice was dry and continued to be watered by spring water.

"You can not."

Su Wanmo held her hands above her head and said, "Don't tell me I can't do it."

Seeing his hand reaching for her waist, Song Yue hurriedly stopped him: "I can't."

Su Wanmo blocked her lips: "I don't allow you to say you can't do it."

The hard object made Song Yue feel very uncomfortable, and it would only get worse if it continued like this.

"no!"

Su Wanmo raised his head and looked directly into her eyes: "Who can't?"

Song Yue didn't know how to answer for a moment, but she didn't dare to delay too long: "Baby, no."

Su Wanmo's eyes were deep: "You called me