Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

When Meng Tingyue thought that they could sleep together as usual today, Shen Yunheng suddenly reached out, grabbed her quilt, and wrapped her tightly from head to toe.

It took her a lot of effort to poke her head out from this warm ball, but what she saw was Shen Yunheng lying safely, with his eyes closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.

This situation made Meng Tingyue feel a little frustrated, as if the carefully planned drama had suddenly fallen through.

But she did not remain discouraged for long. She soon broke free from the quilt, turned over flexibly and jumped, sitting steadily on Shen Yunheng's waist and abdomen.

Shen Yunheng suddenly opened his eyes, his black eyes were deep, like the most charming whirlpool in the night, as if to swallow up all of Meng Tingyue's courage and determination.

Facing these eyes, Meng Tingyue felt an inexplicable surge of cowardice in her heart.

She kept encouraging herself in her heart so that she wouldn't lie down again in fear.

"Your Highness, are you unable to do it? If you are unable to do it, I can treat you..."

Before the sound even fell, the world around him began to spin upside down at an unexpected speed.

Shen Yunheng's movements were swift and powerful. He turned her over in an instant and pressed himself firmly on top of Meng Tingyue.

His black eyes seemed particularly deep at this moment, slightly narrowed, and he looked up and down at Meng Tingyue under him with a sharp look like examining prey. It seemed as if he wanted to tear apart every inch of her skin and eat it into his stomach.

Fear rose in Meng Tingyue's heart again, she felt the dangerous aura emanating from Shen Yunheng.

Shen Yunheng's voice was deep and magnetic. "Meng Tingyue, I advise you not to play with fire and burn yourself. The consequences will be beyond your ability to bear."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue shrugged her nose, pretending to be calm, and raised a stubborn arc at the corner of her mouth, trying to use words to cover up her uneasiness: "I'm afraid it's you, Your Highness, who's afraid."

"If Your Highness is truly ill, please don't slack off... Hmm..."

Meng Tingyue's eyes suddenly opened wide, flashing with incredible light, which contrasted with Shen Yunheng's dark eyes as deep as the night.

In those eyes, she clearly reflected her current appearance, as well as... a burning desire so strong that it almost devoured her entire soul.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable feeling of suffocation quietly came over me, as if even my breathing was quietly deprived by this force.

Meng Tingyue could only obey helplessly, using all her strength to catch the thin air.

After half a cup of tea.

Finally, Meng Tingyue was like a fish that had been thirsty for a long time and finally found rain. She swallowed the air around her in big gulps, and her limbs, covered in the quilt, became soft and weak.

My eardrums were so quiet that the only sound I could hear was the rapid beating of my heart like a drum.

Shen Yunheng got off the bed and looked at Meng Tingyue with a pair of eyes full of desire, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her.

Meng Tingyue couldn't help but feel panic in her heart. She hurriedly covered her cheeks tightly with the quilt, as if this could block out the heart-pounding gaze.

Seeing this, Shen Yunheng curled up the corner of his mouth into a faint smile, which was filled with a bit of playfulness and deep meaning.

He looked at Meng Tingyue deeply, then turned around and walked out of the house with big strides.

Meng Tingyue, nestled in her bed, could hear no sound except her own rapid breathing and heartbeat. She didn't know if Shen Yunheng had left, but could only feel the hot air from her nose, gradually turning her cheeks red.

With trembling hands, she gently stroked her burning cheeks and then her lips which felt a little painful and numb, all the images just now flashing through her mind.

She regretted her decision tonight for a moment.

Shen Yunheng was gone for only two minutes. When he returned, he carried a hint of the coldness of the outside world around him. He stood quietly in the room for a moment, waiting for the coldness from outside to gradually fade away, and then he slowly walked to the edge of the bed.

He lay down quietly, and when he realized that the person beside him was still fast asleep, he gently lifted the quilt covering her face.

A small face flushed by the heat came into view, just like a peach blossom blooming in the morning light, tender and juicy.

His eyes couldn't help but linger on her slightly full and attractive lips.

His eyes involuntarily deepened a few degrees, his Adam's apple slid gently, and the desire burning in his heart was suppressed by him, turning into a long and subtle sigh.

His eyes accidentally caught sight of the red string around her neck, and he hooked it with his fingertips, and half of the jade fell into his hand, and he gently stroked the jade with his fingertips.

After a while, he wrapped Meng Tingyue in the quilt and fell asleep with her in his arms in this position.

The next morning.

When Meng Tingyue woke up, the bed beside her was cold again.

She raised her wrist slightly and sat up slowly. Her voice was soft but with a barely perceptible hoarseness as she called Qinglan and Qingdian who were waiting outside the door.

Qinglan walked in upon hearing the sound, and when his eyes met Meng Tingyue, they involuntarily fell on her slightly swollen lips, "Why is the Crown Princess's mouth broken?"

A trace of heartache flashed in her eyes again, "It must be very painful. Your Highness is really too much. He doesn't know how to be gentler. Fortunately, the Crown Princess didn't have any other injuries."

As soon as these words were spoken, Meng Tingyue's cheeks instantly turned red. The blush was even more beautiful than the newly blooming flowers outside the window, as if it could drip blood.

Qing Dian was directing the servants into the house when she suddenly saw Meng Tingyue. She quickly quickened her pace and approached, asking with concern, "Why is the Crown Princess' face so hot? Do you have a high fever?"

She gently placed her hand on Meng Tingyue's cheek, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes full of seriousness: "It's a little hot..."

"I'll send someone to boil some medicine and bring it over." Qing Dian turned around and was about to give orders.

"No need, I'm fine." Meng Tingyue spoke quickly and stopped Qingdian who was about to leave.

Although Qingdian had some doubts, he did not insist.

At this time, Qinglan quietly pulled Qingdang over and whispered a few words in her ear. Qingdang's face instantly turned red with shyness.

"It seems that the book I gave her is quite effective. The Crown Princess has only been reading it for one day and has already won the favor of His Highness." Qingdian said softly with a cunning light flashing in her eyes.

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue looked away awkwardly.

Qinglan really brought up everything. If it weren't for that book... she wouldn't have tried to challenge the prince's majesty and almost got herself into trouble.

"You... you really showed those strange books of yours to the Crown Princess?" Qing Dian was stunned, his tone full of disbelief.

Seeing this, Qinglan quickly hid on Meng Tingyue's other side, a smile plastered on his face as he said apologetically, "I'm doing this for the Crown Princess's sake, aren't I? Do you really care about the feelings of your masters?"

"But, but you shouldn't let the Crown Princess read that kind of book." Qing Dian's expression was still full of disapproval, and his brows were furrowed.

"Just tell me if it works."

When Qing Dian heard this, his brows became even more conflicted, as if he was weighing something.