The prince is very cruel

He reached out and gently patted Yuan Xiang's back. In fact, this girl was very fragile, and was far from being as fearless as she appeared to be.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow when we wake up, okay?"

"No!"

"I know you will leave, so can you take me with you, okay?" Yuan Xiang refused to come down or let go.

Guan Ningke didn't dare to agree.

This is equivalent to eloping with someone. Not to mention Yuan Sima, just the fact that she herself is on the run is not a good thing for her. What if something unexpected happens?

The palace guards are still chasing him.

He didn't say anything, he could only pat Yuan Xiang gently to calm her down, and then she slowly fell asleep.

But Yuan Xiang, this unruly young lady, would not give up until she achieved her goal. She was very paranoid. Taking advantage of the alcohol, she suddenly pushed Guan Ning away and their eyes met.

"Do you like me?"

The fiery gaze made Guan Ning stunned.

"Ever since that day you kissed me, I can't forget it. From childhood to adulthood, you are the only one who dares to disrespect me."

"I just don't like other women getting close to you. You can call me willful or capricious!"

"I don't want to be separated from you!"

After saying that, Yuan Xiang was rebellious to begin with, and because she was drunk, she lost her mind and kissed him directly the next second.

"Well……"

It was the first time in Guan Ning's life that he was forcefully kissed by a woman. His brain went blank for a moment, and he felt a warm touch and an indescribable body fragrance.

If one could hold back in the face of a kiss from such a beauty while drunk, only a eunuch could do so.

boom!

This was like opening the floodgates to a ferocious beast. With the help of alcohol, the fire in Guan Ning's belly suddenly swelled up.

boom!

He turned over and threw Yuan Xiang directly onto the cushion in the carriage, kissing her madly.

All the worries and concerns about being on the run were thrown behind us at this moment.

"Um……"

Yuan Xiang made an indistinct sound, her hair was disheveled, her arms subconsciously wrapped around Guan Ning, her breathing was rapid.

Guan Ning kissed her from her lips to her neck, and used his hands to explore the beautiful legs of this unruly young lady.

The temperature in the carriage continued to rise. Yuan Xiang was drunk as hell. He had no sense of shame and no idea what he was doing. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were closed, and he hummed from time to time, as if he was half asleep.

Two lonely men and women, about to have a fight!

Muran.

"Hey!!"

The carriage stopped.

With a sudden brake, Guan Ning's head hit the wooden table. Then he came to his senses and quickly withdrew his hand from Yuan Xiang's skirt. His heart was beating faster!

What are you doing!!

"Sir, are you okay?"

"It's okay, what's wrong?" Guan Ning adjusted his breathing and tried to calm himself down.

Outside the carriage, the coachman said anxiously, "I don't know what's going on. The horse won't move."

"No matter how hard you try, it won't go away."

The horse won’t move anymore?

Guan Ning frowned, then helped Yuan Xiang tidy up her hair, lifted the curtain, and prepared to go out and take a look.

"Don't go!" Yuan Xiang said drunkenly.

"I'm not leaving. I'm just going to go out and take a look." Guan Ning's tone was gentle, and Yuan Xiang's hand softened, and then she fell into a coma.

Guan Ning lifted the curtain and walked out.

Snow was falling on a cold night, and the cold air he breathed into his nose only helped to calm the burning heat and blood in his body.

"Young Master." The groom bowed.

Guan Ning glanced at the horse, which was restless and neighing in the cold wind. No matter how hard the coachman pulled, it would not move forward.

He checked the horse's hooves and found no injuries, but the horse just wouldn't move.

He tried to soothe it, but the horse kept backing away, as if there was something terrifying ahead.

Guan Ning sobered up instantly, frowned and squinted his eyes, looking towards the darkness of the street in the distance. There was nothing there, only the cold wind blowing up the paper scraps.

But an inexplicable sense of crisis made his hair stand on end!

"Since you are here, then come out!" He said coldly, and his whole body became solemn. He subconsciously reached out to touch the knife, but found that he did not bring any weapons with him at all when he came out tonight.