Prince! The political conspiracy is not a play, the show is real

Tao Yao shrank back warily and said coldly, "Don't bother your Highness Prince Yi."

"Tsk..."

There was another scoffing sigh from the other side, and a tone of resignation: "We haven't seen each other for just a few days, why are you suddenly so distant?"

As if he was deliberately going against her, the colder and more distant Tao Yao's tone became, the more Chu Huanjun became presumptuous and presumptuous. He tightened his arms and trapped her thin body in his arms, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"I still prefer you to call me by a more affectionate name, like Xiao Chu, Xiao Jun, or something like that."

Chu Huanjun entangled a strand of her hair between his fingers and played with it. He then brought his lips and nose forward to kiss and sniff her softly. He entangled it in her ear and whispered softly in a voice that only they could hear: "Hmm, it smells good. What kind of soapberry did you use?"

Tao Yao's heart was pounding like a drum. His scent was everywhere, and she was trapped in a dead end that belonged only to him, with no way to escape.

"I asked An Jingshuang to pick you up, but you ran away. Why did you run away? Don't you want to see me?" he asked again.

In fact, she had imagined the possibility of reuniting with Chu Huanjun over the past few days. She just hadn't expected this moment to come so soon, nor had she expected it to be such an awkward situation.

It was pitch black before her, and she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. But she could feel the equally passionate heartbeat of the man behind her, and could imagine his kind face with a sinister smile.

Clearly, before this moment, she was still seriously planning in her heart how to escape from the capital and go to the distant desert with Lu Che, and never have anything to do with these troubles again.

But now, Tao Yao felt as if her whole body was deflated, from head to toe, she couldn't even use an ounce of strength in her fingertips.

Her nose and heart were filled with the refreshing aroma of pine wood, and she was about to lose her mind and will in this fragrance.

"It's only been a few days since we last met, and Xiaotao already has a man? I just heard it outside the window."

"Eavesdropping? You're despicable."

"Well, if I wasn't so despicable and shameless, how could I have climbed onto your bed before other men?"

"Chu Huanjun, are you sick? What are you talking about?"

"How did you end up with Lu Che? Shi Taoyao, you have such poor taste."

"..."

"Answer me, why don't you want to come back? Are you afraid of me? Are you hiding from me?"

Tao Yao suddenly didn't know what to say. The first words that came to her mind were to explain to him that the relationship between her and Lu Che was not what he thought it was. She ran away from him and hid from him because she foresaw that their future would be a tragedy.

But the next moment, she suddenly realized that there was nothing to explain.

If Chu Huanjun wanted to misunderstand her, then he could, but it would be best if he misunderstood her completely. After all, there shouldn't be any connection between them in the first place.

Now, she didn't want to think about anything, nor did she want to hear anything. She just wanted to take advantage of the hazy darkness and greedily stay in this warm and soft embrace for a little longer.

As if possessed by a ghost, Tao Yao slowly raised her arms, followed the pair of arms that were wrapped around her waist, and gently grasped them back, interlocking their fingers.

Chu Huanjun was a little surprised, and he smiled as he held her tighter. Tao Yao actually obeyed and moved her body closer to him, resting her face on his chest.

"you……"

Chu Huanjun was about to say something teasing, but Tao Yao pressed her lips with her fingers.

"No talking."

In the darkness, they were so close, their noses touching, their rapid breaths mingling, and even the air became increasingly hot.

Tao Yao thought of the first time she met Chu Huanjun. It was a moonlit night, and he was wearing a thin shirt with wide sleeves, standing tall and slender in the night, three times brighter than the full moon.

There was also the night when she was kidnapped by Lu Che and taken to the bamboo forest on the outskirts of the city. Chu Huanjun stood as light as a crane in the bamboo forest, looking down at her with disdainful eyes, as if he were a god descending to the earth.

Later, she was captured by Zuo Di and thrown into a dungeon, where she was tortured to the point of nearly death. At the critical moment of her life and death, it happened that Chu Huanjun cut his way out of the blood and appeared in her eyes like a ray of light.

Looking back at the various encounters with him in the past, he was always so proud and noble, like a god who was spotless; and she was always rescued by him in a miserable and dejected state, receiving his grace, but then escaping in a panic.

There is no relationship between them. The only bond between them may be the future tragedy that they foresaw by chance.

Therefore, Tao Yao was determined in her heart that she must not have anything to do with Chu Huanjun.

But she couldn't stop him from getting closer and closer, and from entering her eyes again and again.

For some unknown reason, Tao Yao felt a nameless fire burning in her heart, flowing through her internal organs and burning her whole body.

In a state of confusion and passion, Tao Yao turned over, pressed Chu Huanjun under her, grabbed his collar, found the position of his lips, and bit it quickly, accurately and fiercely.

She bit him, bit him raw. She used her fangs to carve a hole in his lower lip, causing the skin to break and bleed.

Chu Huanjun was not angry. Instead, he raised his hand and held the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Tao Yao took advantage of the situation and bit his lips a few more times, letting the fishy and sweet blood flow between their intertwined lips and teeth.

She is fierce, and he is gentle.

Tao Yao used her fangs to "plant rice seedlings" on Chu Huanjun's lips as if to vent her anger. Chu Huanjun curled up the corners of his mouth and offered all the remaining intact space on his lips to her for her to do with as she pleased.

It’s not really a kiss, but it’s extremely affectionate.

By the end of the kiss, Tao Yao's breath was already disordered. She panted as she pulled away from Chu Huanjun's lips and said intermittently: "This is what you wanted. Are you satisfied?"

Chu Huanjun wiped the blood from his lips and said with a wry smile, "Not satisfied yet. Anything else? Continue."

Tao Yao pulled back the quilt, and her vision suddenly became bright.

There was a big hole in the window paper at some point, and the moonlight poured in from outside, illuminating the entire bed.

Chu Huanjun lay beneath her, his collar ripped open during their struggle, his chest, as white as snow, exposed to the air. He looked lazy, with an inexplicable sense of relaxation, as if this were his home.

Tao Yao avoided looking at him, pulled the blanket over his chest, which was exposed to the wind, and said awkwardly, "Go away. This isn't your palace, Beiyuan. After all, it's someone else's home..."

Chu Huanjun stretched out his long arms, pulled her into his arms, and scratched her nose with a smile.

"Oh. Then let's continue somewhere else?"

Tao Yao hurriedly broke free from his embrace and said sternly, "I won't go with you."

Chu Huanjun's smile deepened, and he looked at her with a playful look, saying, "Why? You were the one who took the initiative just now. Now you're tired of playing around, and you want to abandon me?"