Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

Outside the Princess's Mansion, the carriage from Prince Qi's Mansion was parked not far away, but the carriage from the Su Mansion was nowhere to be seen.

Su Jiaojiao stood at the gate, frowning. Qingluan beside her explained, "It was the Zhuifeng guards who forced Zhao Dashan to drive the carriage back. Miss..."

As Qingluan was speaking, Zhuifeng drove the carriage forward, got out, and said respectfully, "Young lady, His Highness invites you."

Su Manman frowned even deeper and stood on the steps at the door without moving.

In a moment, a bony hand lifted the car curtain, and the golden morning light poured in. The fingers had distinct bones and the skin was sickly pale.

A ray of light fell on his face through the car curtain. In the mottled light, his handsome features were covered with a layer of fine light and shadow, as if a banished immortal had revealed his true appearance.

Su Manman's breathing stopped.

Some memories hidden deep in my mind came to mind.

He pressed her down roughly, his hot breath spraying on her neck. The scent of ambergris hit her face, rushing into her nostrils at lightning speed, filling her brain and making it difficult for her to breathe.

His face was very close to her, his misty eyes fixed on hers, his angular lips moved closer to hers little by little, and through the clothes, his hot lips fell on her skin, like a burning iron, burning her pain and making her whole body hot.

although……

At that time, he was in a state of illness...

Can……

Su Manman stood awkwardly, trying hard to maintain a smile on her face, "Your Highness is unwell, you should rest early. Let's wait for the Su Mansion's..." carriage.

He stared at her without answering.

After a brief hesitation, he slowly opened one side of his collar with his other hand...

The silver-white collar faded down, revealing bronze skin. On the well-defined shoulder, where it met the neck, there was a purple tooth mark. The tooth marks were clear and tinged with purple.

Su Manman's heart sank and she stood there in a daze, too embarrassed to know where to look.

"Get in the car," he called.

damn thing.

Threaten her.

What do you want to do?

Su Manman gritted her teeth and got on the carriage.

He sat upright on the soft couch at the back of the carriage, brewing tea with elegant manners.

She was wearing a silver-white brocade robe, a jade crown on her head, a belt of the same color, and a water-green jade pendant hanging down.

Hiding the icy aura around him, his temperament was warm and dazzling at this moment.

Seeing her coming up, he gracefully picked up the teapot on the low table, poured a cup of hot tea, and handed it to her: "Have some."

Su Manman was slightly stunned. She lifted up the hem of her skirt and sat on the side of the carriage, then reached out to take the teacup.

The carriage moved slowly, and she held the teacup tightly.

The white porcelain teacup feels warm to the touch, and the tea in the cup is golden and fragrant.

She lowered her head and took a sip.

Rich chrysanthemum fragrance, bitter at first, with a long and refreshing aftertaste.

"Your Highness, have you changed to chrysanthemum tea today?" She frowned and looked up. "It's a bit bitter."

She is naturally resistant to bitter things!

He opened the lid of the teapot, added another golden chrysanthemum, shook it, and raised the teapot, "Come, add another cup."

Everyone says it’s bitter, but I still want to add another one.

Today, his behavior was a little strange.

He held the teapot, waiting for a refill.

Su Manman was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered her head and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp. She handed the cup over again in a panic.

He held up the teapot and suddenly moved closer to her, saying seriously, "Chrysanthemum tastes slightly bitter, but it can dispel evil spirits."

The three words "get rid of evil fire" are emphasized, drawn out, and the sound is lingering in the ears. The low and hoarse voice makes people's hearts sink and become confused little by little.

"Cough cough cough..."

Su Manman didn't swallow the water properly and choked and coughed.

The tea sprayed out and splashed in front of him. He had nowhere to hide and closed his eyes without moving.

Light yellow tea stains fell on his stunning face and flowed down along his angular jawline.

The silver-white brocade robe was covered with water stains, as if countless stars had fallen, spreading out bit by bit.

"This one……"

Su Manman was dumbfounded.

It was his inexplicable behavior this morning that made her lose her composure.

She put down the teacup in a panic, took out a pink handkerchief from her sleeve, moved forward, first wiped the water off his face, then pinched the fabric of his clothes with one hand and used the handkerchief with the other hand to wipe the remaining water stains on the clothes.

As she suddenly approached, the girl's body fragrance was like the morning dew, fresh and pure, with the faint fragrance of rose and soapberry, rushing into his nostrils unexpectedly, easily provoking his nerves.

Ye Mo's breathing became heavier and he leaned back somewhat uncomfortably.

"Don't move!" She was concentrating on wiping the tea stains. He stepped back and she couldn't hold on to her clothes, so she leaned forward again.

At this time, he was sitting on a soft couch, leaning against the carriage. She was standing in front of the couch, half bent over, leaning forward, and was actually a head taller than him.

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the aroma of chrysanthemum tea lingered in his nose.

He stared at the cherry lips that were so close to him.

The lips are small in shape, rose red in color, and slightly moist, just like ripe cherries, waiting to be picked and tasted.

"Dangdang!"

The wheel ran over a stone, causing the carriage to tilt. Su Manman lost control and fell forward.

There was a cool feeling between his lips, and soft lips brushed across the corner of his lips like a dragonfly skimming the water, bringing with them a tingling sensation that made Su Manman's mind go blank.

She threw herself into his arms, and through the clothes, she could hear his strong and spiritual heartbeat.

“Boom boom, boom boom…”

His heart was like a deer on the vast grassland, jumping up and down faster and faster.

How to do?

She had offended His Royal Highness Prince Qi again.

The sharp breath of his lips lingered on the corners of her lips. Su Manman's whole body was hot, and she nestled in his arms, motionless.

With the soft jade in his arms, Ye Mo held the teapot in one hand and paused in mid-air, while the other hand was raised empty, his entire back stiffly straight.

Looking down, the girl in his arms had flushed cheeks. Under her feather-fan-like eyelashes, a pair of black glass-like eyes turned around helplessly. Her cherry-like lips were tightly pursed, as if she was thinking about something.

It's rare to see her looking aggrieved.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. The road outside is uneven and the carriage is a bit bumpy." Outside the carriage, Zhuifeng's voice broke the cramped atmosphere inside the carriage.

"Yes, this road is too bumpy."

Su Manman echoed, and hurriedly stood up from his arms, took a few steps back, and sat back on the side of the carriage.

She glanced at him and nervously twisted the handkerchief in her hand, "Your Highness, I am sorry for being disrespectful."

"Uh-huh!"

He cleared his throat, stood up, and gracefully straightened his wrinkled robes before saying, "It was indeed a bit rude."

Su Manman: “…”

"The evil fire is still too strong."

Su Manman: “…”

He picked up the teapot and refilled her cup with tea. "Miss Su, you must control your...evil fire."

Su Manman: “…”

She can explain.

She has explained.

"Come, drink this cup of tea too."

He glared at her flushed face with his deep eyes and said teasingly, "Go away...the evil fire."

You are the one with evil fire.

There is evil fire all over your body.