After entering the book, the cold prince begs for favor

Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing.

Yuan Wanru saw her appearance at that moment from his eyes and felt extremely embarrassed. She couldn't help but want to escape.

His pair of dark eyes sparkled like stars hanging in the sky.

When things are calm, he is that cool and elegant gentleman, indifferent and elegant.

At this moment, his waist was tense, ready to strike, like a beast staring at its prey.

The man's usually handsome and fair face was now tinged with a light red, giving him a kind of enchanting beauty.

His eyes were deep and he was breathing heavily.

He chuckled softly, "My wife didn't read the whole book today, but this is in it."

There was sweat on his forehead, but he spoke these words in a calm tone. Yuan Wanru's face flushed, and she didn't know whether it was out of embarrassment or annoyance.

The light in the bed curtain flickered, and she could clearly see the insolence in Lu Jiangnian's eyes.

Men are masculine and women are gentle, they are born different. She is a doctor and understands better than others.

Yuan Wanru had been mentally prepared, but at this moment, she had to admit that what she learned from books was always shallow.

The most difficult thing to accept is the kindness of a handsome man...

His kisses kept falling on her forehead, on her cheeks, on her lips, as if only this could express his extremely excited mood at the moment.

The turbid breath fell on her ears, and she couldn't help but moan. Her long eyelashes kept trembling. Not knowing what to say, she called out a name in a helpless and dependent manner: "Lu Jiangnian..."

A small boat drifts with the current.

At this moment, she was in chaos and had no thoughts. Between heaven and earth, he was the only real one.

"I'm here."

Tears gathered in Yuan Wanru's eyes and dripped onto the pillow from the corners of her eyes. She stepped back in unbearable pain.

"Be good."

His voice was low and hoarse, and unspeakably gentle.

On the contrary, there was a force as powerful as thunder and a fierce determination to conquer her.

In a daze, Yuan Wanru thought that it was autumn raining outside.

Amidst the thunder, the flowers blooming on the branches were mercilessly beaten by the wind and rain, and scattered into the mud, giving off a sense of broken beauty.

Today, I don’t know what kind of incense Aunt Pang used, but the fragrance is lingering and strong, making me a little intoxicated.

The wind and rain are howling, like weeping and complaining, and the ground is covered with fallen flowers.

Time seemed to be stretched out, and she didn't know what day it was. Why hadn't this night passed yet?

She felt like a long time had passed.

When he came to his senses, he suddenly picked her up and sat opposite her.

What she saw was his strong chest with a red scratch on it. She didn't dare to look at it, so she closed her eyes and calmed her breathing.

His palm fell on her smooth back, and his voice was filled with satisfaction and deep affection: "Harmony between the harp and the zither, so this is what it's like."

"A sage once said, 'Hearing is not as good as seeing, and seeing is not as good as experiencing.'"

“It’s worth reading the book, but only by practicing it yourself can you understand the mystery.”

"Ma'am, what do you think?"

Yuan Wanru simply didn't know what to say. At this time, he actually said to her the words of sages?

Does it fit?

He didn't seem ready to ask for her answer either.

"I've thought about it day and night, and longed for it day and night. Today, my wish has finally come true."

This tone was filled with satisfaction and indulgence.

Yuan Wanru couldn't stand talking to him like this, and couldn't help but say: "I feel uncomfortable all over, let's take a bath."

Lu Jiangnian's fingertips brushed across her creamy skin, and he whispered softly into her ear, "Don't worry."

"I haven't used up all my strength yet, so take your time."

run out?

At what level is it considered used up?

The candlelight in the room kept jumping, casting shadows between the bed curtains, sometimes high, sometimes low. The bunk bed made a creaking sound, as if it could not bear the weight.

The sound, sometimes slow, sometimes intense, is quite rhythmic.

She struggled weakly: "Enough..."

“I’m not enough.”

-

Liu Yan and Liu Zhi didn't dare to stay in the next room at all and had already hidden far away. Only Aunt Pang stood not far from the room, waiting to be called.

Liu Yan whispered to Liu Zhi, "It's better to stay at Lingshuiju. We can hide further away."

Ever since she accidentally heard the noise that night, she didn't dare drink water at night, for fear of hearing the intimate sounds of her master again.

The eldest young master and the eldest young lady consummated their marriage tonight, so she would have to stay further away from now on.

Xuan Qing stood with the two of them under the porch to avoid the wind. He couldn't help but lean over and start a conversation: "I guess we'll be able to return to Beijing in two days."

Liu Yan glanced at him and replied lightly, "Oh."

Originally she was between Liuzhi and Xuanqing, but now she deliberately hid to the other side of Liuzhi. Her disdainful look made Xuanqing feel like he had a heart attack.

He stared at Liu Yan angrily: "Why are you hiding?"

Liu Yan replied with a wooden face: "I'm not hiding. It's more comfortable standing here."

Xuanqing felt a little itchy and was about to say something, but Aunt Pang waved her hand, and Liu Yan pulled Liu Zhi and ran away.

Xuan Qing looked at Liu Yan's happy back, then looked up helplessly at the bright moon in the sky.

At this time, the moon is at its zenith, and it should be past midnight.

It's so depressing. The prince is so proud of himself, but what about him?

When can I have a good talk with Liu Yan? I ate his pastries a while ago and now he turned his back on me. How heartless!

I feel a bit miserable.

-

In the room, Yuan Wanru lay limply in the quilt, cursing weakly: "You have no restraint, husband, your behavior is unacceptable."

Lu Jiangnian picked up his pajamas with one hand and said with lingering emotion, "I have restrained myself. The tiger is out of the cage. If I don't restrain myself, my wife will not be able to sleep tonight."

Well, after all, he is the male protagonist in the book...

I can’t handle it. I can’t handle it.

She sighed silently, deeply worried about her future.

Lu Jiangnian put on his clothes, picked up her pajamas and walked over: "Do you want your husband to help you?"

Yuan Wanru forced herself to do it, and with trembling hands she buttoned her clothes, but it was indeed broken.

"My wife, it's time to trim her nails. You've put all your energy into your hands, and I'm afraid your back has been hurt."

Yuan Wanru looked at him with a dull look: "Shut up."

He got a bruise on his back, doesn't that mean he deserves it?

Lu Jiangnian raised his eyebrows, smiled faintly, lowered his head and kissed her tempting red lips: "I'll listen to you."

Yuan Wanru rolled her eyes, feeling that this man, who exuded a sense of contentment, was an eyesore.

What do you mean by “listen to her”? Why didn’t you listen to her just now?

It's all a lie.

Lu Jiangnian warmed some water on the charcoal stove, poured a cup, and supported Yuan Wanru, letting her lean on him: "Moisten your throat."

Yuan Wanru felt her voice was hoarse. She really needed to replenish her water. She obediently opened her mouth and drank a cup in small sips: "More."

He chuckled: "Well, I'll pour it again."

It wasn't until she drank three cups that she felt her throat felt much better.

After shaking his head to indicate that she had had enough, Lu Jiangnian stood up, walked to the table, and drank several glasses himself.

"Ma'am, take a rest. I'll ask someone to bring in some water."