Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

On the return carriage, Jiang Wenzhou was silently flipping through the book in his hand with great concentration. There was no sign of displeasure on his gentle face. His leisurely and contented look made Ruan Chuyin feel even more uneasy.

It wasn't until she arrived at the Prince's Mansion and still hadn't heard a single decent word of rebuke that she finally felt at ease. But she soon changed her mind again when she noticed Jiang Wenzhou still hadn't emerged from his study at midnight. A deep sense of guilt washed over her, and she quietly ran to the kitchen to make him a midnight snack.

There are fresh noodles stored in the chicken coop cabinet, so I thought of making a bowl of hot noodles.

Put appropriate amount of salt, soy sauce, chopped green onion, lard and a small amount of white sugar in a bowl and set aside. Then put the cooked noodles in and pour hot soup over them. Finally, fry a nice poached egg on top. A simple and convenient bowl of refreshing and delicious Yangchun noodles is ready.

When the midnight snack was served, Jiang Wenzhou was stunned for a moment, closed the letter, and took the jade chopsticks with a gentle look.

The clear soup, chewy noodles, golden poached eggs and a few chopped green onions are the tenderness you want in your heart.

The night was as cold as water. A bowl of hot noodle soup dispelled the chill from his body and also slightly dispelled the lingering haze that shrouded his heart.

"The Crown Princess is thoughtful." A glimmer of light flashed in Jiang Wenzhou's eyes. When he looked up again, there was still a hint of alienation in his eyes.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?" Ruan Chuyin regretted going to the ghost market. If she hadn't returned so late, her husband wouldn't have put aside so many memorials to come find her, and even spent six million on a warm jade pot.

"I'll be ready soon. Go to bed first." Jiang Wenzhou lowered his eyes and gently turned the ring on his finger, silently counting the number of memorials he had yet to review. He leaned slightly against the Arhat chair, his face full of fatigue. A few strands of black hair fell naturally from his forehead, adding a faint sense of fragmentation to his otherwise clear face.

Ruan Chuyin knew that she couldn't disturb him any further, otherwise he would sleep even later, so she quickly packed up and left.

Inside Chunhui Hall, the warm jade pot on the table shone brightly in the darkness. The tea inside was truly as warm to the touch as the emcee had said, just as it had been when first poured.

The clear night is dust-free, and the moonlight is like silver.

Waves of sleepiness washed over her, and Ruan Chuyin decided not to wait for Jiang Wenzhou to sleep first. Gazing at the mottled shadows reflected on the curtains, she recalled everything that had happened that day, and slowly closed her eyes, drifting off into a light sleep.

In a trance, her body was held tightly in a strong embrace, soft touches fell on her lips, and her nose was filled with the faint scent of lily of the valley. She felt as if she was immersed in a sea of ​​flowers, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

"Wenzhou, are you done?" She rubbed her eyes slightly, trying to get a better look at the man before her. His eyebrows, delicate and delicate like the indigo of a distant mountain, rubbed gently against her cheekbone. The warmth and wetness of her earlobe awoke all her sleepiness, and she couldn't help but let out a few moans.

Her arms slowly climbed up the slender jade neck, and her ten fingers sank into his black hair, rubbing it gently.

"Do you like his embrace or being alone?" Jiang Wenzhou buried his head in her swan neck, holding the upper half of her pear cheek with his lips and biting it gently.

The delicate body under him trembled noticeably, and her beautiful eyes widened slightly, as if facing a great enemy.

She knew Jiang Wenzhou wouldn't let her go easily. What was coming would eventually come.

"Yours." Ruan Chuyin replied helplessly.

"Then why are you still trying to get close to him today?"

"You, you're mistaken."

"Did I see it wrong?" Now it was Jiang Wenzhou's turn to be petrified. After a light chuckle, he lifted her chin slightly and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

The kiss fell like a violent storm, and the heat waves between the lips were hotter than the scorching sun in midsummer.

It didn't stop until their temples were disheveled and their faces were flushed with a suffocating blush.

"Do you like him?" Embarrassing questions were hurled one after another, catching the woman off guard. Before she could even breathe, before she could gather her thoughts, a second torrent of violence descended upon her, like a ferocious tiger bent on ripping her apart.

His thoughts gradually became dispersed, and the flames blooming at the corners of his eyes were more gorgeous than the red spider lilies in the underworld.

Even after a long time, Jiang Wenzhou still couldn't get the answer he wanted.

But he knew in his heart that Ruan Chuyin had actually answered.