Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

Just as Donghua's eyes moved to Jiang Ruan's lips and he was about to take another step, Jiang Ruan finally couldn't hold it in anymore and cried out to him, "I, I just want to take your pulse!"

Jiang Ruan's voice was a little shrill, and she was obviously frightened.

Donghua was startled, and propped up his body which had sunk in without him noticing when, but the lust in his eyes could not fade away for a moment.

The pressure on her body suddenly dissipated, and Jiang Ruan immediately closed her legs and curled up in a protective posture. She quickly tried to pull the quilt over to cover herself, but she was too weak to pull it up no matter how hard she tried.

In the end, Donghua pulled the quilt over her with his big hands.

With the protection of the quilt, Jiang Ruan was obviously less scared. She looked at Donghua, who was still leaning on her, completely covering her, and frowned: "You... get off quickly!"

"I can't go down for the time being." Donghua's voice was hoarse, and the anger in his heart made his throat dry.

Jiang Ruan was embarrassed: "Why?"

Donghua raised his hands that were supporting her sides and pointed at a strand of his snow-white hair that was unusually stretched straight by something. "It's entangled."

Jiang Ruan looked along the straightened hair and saw that it was actually a strand of her hair that was entangled with the snow-white end.

The intertwining of snow-white and ink-black was just like what she and Donghua had just...

Jiang Ruan immediately tried to untangle the tangled hair. Her pink fingertips tried to separate the tightly tangled hair, but perhaps because of her eagerness or the inflexibility of her fingers, the tangled hair became not only messy but also more tangled.

Jiang Ruan was so anxious that she almost cried. Discouraged, she looked at Donghua and said, "Cut it off."

Donghua's fingertips brushed across his snow-white hair, then across Jiang Ruan's inky black hair, and both strands of hair were easily cut off.

He was one step faster than Jiang Ruan, grabbed the tangled hair in his hand, and under Jiang Ruan's gaze, pressed it under his pillow.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Ruan asked him.

Donghua looked down at her and said, "It would be a shame to throw it away. Why don't you put it under your pillow? I'll find a box to put it away tomorrow."

He spoke lightly, but he was actually practicing the folk ceremony of tying the hair.

Jiang Ruan, who had never been married, naturally didn't know this kind of etiquette, but she knew what it meant when a woman and a man put their hair together.

She reached under Donghua's pillow calmly, trying to pull out her hair, but just as she was about to touch the hair, Donghua held down her wrist.

Jiang Ruan looked up at Donghua and saw in his eyes the danger that was about to happen.

If she insisted on retracting her hair, something uncontrollable might happen...

Jiang Ruan loosened her hand and slowly pulled it out from under the pillow. The big hand that was holding her wrist stroked her fair wrist when it saw her free hand, and then slowly let go.

Jiang Ruan wanted to go back, but Donghua wouldn't let her go: "Why did you attack me in the middle of the night?"

The villain complains first?! Jiang Ruan looked back at Donghua with wide eyes: "It was you who did this to me first!"

Donghua explained calmly, "Ever since Bi Hai Cang Ling was born, I've been attacked every time I closed my eyes, either suffering minor or serious injuries. This has conditioned me to remain alert even when asleep. Later, as I campaigned throughout the vast expanse of the world, this alertness has helped me to subdue anyone who approached."

It was clearly a tragic and difficult experience, but Donghua spoke of it as if it were nothing special.

Emperor Donghua, who appears to be powerful, actually had a miserable childhood.

Jiang Ruan secretly condemned her own suspicion and also sympathized with Donghua's childhood experiences. She attributed the faint trace of heartache to sympathy.

Donghua asked, "What do you want to do by approaching me, Ah Ruan?"

Jiang Ruan looked away from him with a guilty conscience: "Nothing, I just saw that you were not sleeping well, so I wanted to cover you with the quilt."

"I see." Donghua could hardly hold back his laughter. He moved closer to Jiang Ruan and said, "I misunderstood Ruan."

"Nothing..." The sound tickled her ears, and Jiang Ruan shrank uncomfortably. "I should go back."

As she spoke, she was about to wrap herself in the quilt and return to her own territory, but Donghua grabbed the quilt halfway.

Jiang Ruan's body stiffened, and she looked at Donghua with a timid look: "...anything else?"

Donghua tightened his grip on the quilt: "This is my quilt."

Jiang Ruan: “…”

Jiang Ruan quickly came out from under the quilt, and immediately got back into her own quilt, covering her head and not daring to move!

Donghua sat on the bed in a casual and relaxed posture. He looked at Jiang Ruan with deep eyes, and his hand touched the place where her chest skin had touched when she pushed him away.

After a while, he looked at the mass and asked with amusement, "Isn't it boring?"

The bloated ball pretended to be asleep and didn't answer.

Donghua didn't move, just watched.

After a while, Jiang Ruan couldn't stand the boredom anymore. She looked at Donghua and said angrily, "If you don't sleep, get out!"

"Sleep." Knowing that he shouldn't make people anxious, Donghua answered affirmatively, lying down gracefully and pulling the quilt over himself.

Seeing that he was lying down, Jiang Ruan closed his eyes.

At night, Jiang Ruan, who was sleeping soundly, felt that she was very cold for some reason. She shrank her body and unconsciously moved closer to the only source of heat in her sleep.

Donghua lifted the quilt and let Jiang Ruan grope in. Her delicate hands slid along his waist and hugged him tightly, and one of her legs even crossed his legs.

The big hand pressing on Jiang Ruan's lower back exerted a little force, and she became closer to him, as if they were airtight and merged into one.

Sniffing the fragrance from her neck, Donghua closed his eyes in satisfaction.

After the recent test, Mo Yuan's residual soul is extremely weak and may have to sleep for tens of thousands of years before waking up. Therefore, since Zheyan does not know about Mo Yuan's residual soul, he must speed up and marry A Ruan as soon as possible.

……

In the morning, Jiang Ruan woke up in a heat source.

Her fine eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, seeing a strong and sturdy texture, and her lips were pressed against it.

Jiang Ruan had just woken up and her rather slow brain worked for a few seconds before she realized that her legs were clinging to a strong thigh, and her hands were around a sturdy waist that could be felt through the clothes, and her whole body was pressed against Donghua!

Jiang Ruan was scared half to death!

She slipped out of Donghua's arms, and in her panic she seemed to accidentally kick him in the stomach, causing him to groan.

Jiang Ruan sat up and touched her untied collar, then breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Donghua.

Donghua, who looked like a banished immortal in a painting, stared at the bed curtains above him with his eyes open. There was a dark circle under his eyes, and he looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Jiang Ruan frowned, ready to accuse Donghua of crossing the line, but before she opened her mouth, she realized that it was she who had crossed the line?

Jiang Ruan couldn't believe it!

She has always had a good sleeping posture, this is impossible!

But Donghua looked like he was about to break, and it was obvious that he was the one being forced.

Jiang Ruan approached him cautiously, wanting to explain something: "Um...I..."

"Aruan, stop talking." Donghua's face was filled with sadness and loneliness, and he stroked the exposed white skin of his chest with his fingers. "From birth until now, I have guarded my chastity for hundreds of thousands of years, and now I have had physical contact with you. If Aruan doesn't want to take responsibility, I am afraid that even I, the Emperor, will be too embarrassed to go out and see people."