The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

The streets were bustling with people, all kinds of hawking sounds were heard everywhere, and more and more people came.

Ji Wuyuan held Jiang Wantang tightly in his arms. When he saw the kitten mask on the mask stall nearby, his expression changed slightly.

A moment later, he brought Jiang Wantang to a small stall selling masks, picked up a few kitten masks, looked at them, and frowned.

Not delicate enough for his little kitten.

The vendor was also a keen observer. Seeing Ji Wuyuan's extraordinary appearance and bearing, he knew he was not short of money. He immediately took out all the treasures in his box and said with a flattering smile, "Sir, please take a look at these. They are all top-quality goods..."

Among the pile of treasures, Ji Wuyuan immediately fell in love with a pink civet cat-style mask.

Jiang Wantang was carefully choosing among a pile of strange masks when suddenly a shadow appeared in front of her eyes. It was Ji Wuyuan who put a pink civet cat mask on her face.

Jiang Wantang suddenly raised her head and met the man's elegant smiling eyes.

Ji Wuyuan looked through the mask at her pair of charming and alluring peach blossom eyes, which were full of sparkling water and affection. They matched the civet cat mask very well, making her look like a cat demon in human form.

The smile on his lips was ambiguous. He looked at Jiang Wantang and said in a low and magnetic voice, "It's indeed a good match."

Jiang Wantang smiled, then picked out a black, fierce-looking wolf-shaped mask from a pile of masks and put it on Ji Wuyuan's face.

He was too tall for Jiang Wantang to reach him, so she naturally bent down and lowered her head to cooperate with her movements.

"This one suits you very well." Jiang Wantang's eyes curved slightly, with a hint of playfulness in his smile.

Ji Wuyuan chuckled, his eyes full of indulgence.

As usual, he paid a gold ingot and left holding Jiang Wantang's hand.

After putting on the masks, they attracted less attention and felt more comfortable walking on the street.

There was a dance troupe with parade performances. The dancers would randomly pull passers-by on the street in to dance with them. Several young men were pulled in and were surrounded by a group of performing dancers who danced gracefully around them.

The lead dancer in the middle took a liking to Ji Wuyuan on the street at first sight. She jumped to his side several times and stretched out her hand, inviting him to go in with her. However, Ji Wuyuan's eyes were cold and he was unmoved.

The dancer still refused to give up. Jiang Wantang curled her lips and gave Ji Wuyuan a sly smile. When the dancer reached out her hand again, Jiang Wantang placed her hand on it, then pulled her back to the middle stage and danced with her.

The dancer was a little annoyed at first and deliberately performed some difficult moves, intending to embarrass Jiang Wantang.

Jiang Wantang didn't care. She was in a good mood today and danced with her casually.

Soon, the crowd around was attracted by the girl in a pink dress and a raccoon mask on her face. More and more people gathered around to watch and cheer, and the parade gradually became Jiang Wantang's home court.

The male and female dancers also stopped and looked at Jiang Wantang who was dancing gracefully in the center of the stage.

She stands alone among the crowd, her steps light and graceful, like a swallow, her dance moves agile and graceful...

The beauty danced, as if the spring flowers of the prosperous dynasty had blossomed in layers overnight, so beautiful that it shocked and intoxicated people...

Her every gesture, every frown and smile seemed to carry a temptation that could make a man's heart excited and his blood boil.

The dancer next to Jiang Wantang had already retreated at some point.

Ji Wuyuan stared at the pink figure in the middle with his eyes fixed, an unconcealable smile on his face.

There was a hint of pride in that smile.

A pair of phoenix eyes as black as ink, filled with endless tenderness and doting.

If you look closely, you can find that the warmth is mixed with a hint of crazy and paranoid possessiveness.

As soon as the dance was over, everyone saw the man wearing a black, ferocious wolf-shaped mask with bared fangs walk towards the woman and hold her in his arms.

Obviously, the beauty already has someone.

The two walked away from the crowd hand in hand, and Ji Wuyuan brought Jiang Wantang to a dark and deserted alley.

Jiang Wantang looked at the deserted alley, looked up at her, looked into his deep, dark eyes, and asked in confusion, "Why are we here?"

What responded to her was Ji Wuyuan's extremely aggressive deep kiss.

Suddenly, he grabbed Jiang Wantang's waist with one hand and pulled her back, pushing her against the wall.

Before she could react, her jaw was gently pinched, and all her screams were blocked by his passionate kiss.

The momentum is so heavy that it makes people feel a little breathless.

Her slender white fingers tightly grasped the collar of his shirt, trembling slightly.

The sound of a kiss so intense that it made people blush echoed in the silent air.

Ji Wuyuan's deep kiss this time was much more intense than the previous ones.

Jiang Wantang could even feel that he was almost out of control.

He had never kissed her like this before, with endless love expressed and a crazy and extreme possessiveness.

Except for the time when they first met, Ji Wuyuan's kisses to her were always tender and lingering.

He has strong self-control and rarely loses control like this.

The whole person is like dry firewood that has been exposed to the sun for a long time, igniting at the touch of a finger, and the fire spreads all over the place.

He is actually a little scary like this. His feelings and possessiveness towards her are so strong that it is frightening.

But Jiang Wantang didn't put up any resistance or protest, and obediently let him do whatever he wanted.

Such a well-behaved, sweet and soft girl fully satisfied Ji Wuyuan's crazy and paranoid possessive desire.

It wasn't until Jiang Wantang's face flushed and he felt a little breathless that she pushed him with her hand and called him weakly, "A Yuan..."

She just called him that and all his movements stopped.

"Yeah." Ji Wuyuan paused, resting his forehead against hers, his voice unnaturally low and hoarse: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Wantang paused, and said in a weak voice, a little shyly: "I can't breathe... I can't breathe..."

Ji Wuyuan was stunned, then chuckled: "It's my fault."

When he let go of Jiang Wantang, the latter could hardly stand and fell directly into his arms.

Ji Wuyuan took the opportunity to hold her in his arms, his eyes deep, full of doting and affection as he looked at her.

He realized that his behavior had gone too far. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, saying in a hoarse voice, "Just now...did I scare you?"

"Are you afraid of me?"

Jiang Wantang hugged him, snuggling in his arms like a kitten, and said, "Don't be afraid."

Her eyes were clean, honest, and as clear as lake water.

Such a pure and beautiful girl is simply fatal to Ji Wuyuan.

He lowered his head, looking at Jiang Wantang with burning eyes. His voice was hoarse and his words were extremely paranoid: "Tang'er, you can only be mine."

Jiang Wantang's body and mind trembled violently, and a complex emotion surged in her heart...

The night breeze was cool, Ji Wuyuan took off his outer robe and wrapped it around Jiang Wantang.

"Tang'er, are you tired?"

"Do you want to go back to the palace?"

Jiang Wantang lowered her eyes and said nothing.

It was obvious that she didn't want to go back.

This was also within Ji Wuyuan's expectations.

He smiled and rubbed her head, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Then I will take Tang'er to another place..."