Marrying the Crown Prince

Zhou Zhou blinked, and by the time she realized what was happening, she had already tiptoed and placed a light kiss on Li Ziyan's lips.

Her lips were soft and hot, as light as a feather, touching and then leaving.

Li Ziyan's eyes darkened, and a vortex suddenly appeared in his calm eyes. His inner desires continued to grow, and he no longer concealed them. He grabbed Zhou Zhou's head with one hand and put his other arm around her waist.

His actions were clearly forceful, leaving no room for Zhou Zhou to refuse, but when he actually touched Zhou Zhou's lips, he was very gentle, and their lips touched lightly.

Zhou Zhou's eyes widened suddenly, her mind went blank, unsure whether she should push him away and slap him, or follow her heart.

Before she could figure things out, Li Ziyan launched a new offensive.

He stopped sipping and cupped Zhou Zhou's face in his hands. His fingers were burning hot, making Zhou Zhou's entire face turn red.

Li Ziyan's eyes seemed to burn with fire, the corners of his eyes slightly red, exuding endless charm, staring straight into her heart, and then amplifying the desires in her heart infinitely.

"Zhouzhou, close your eyes."

He brought his nose close to yours, gently rubbing it against yours, his voice both pleasant and seductive, making you want to do it involuntarily.

Li Ziyan smiled with satisfaction, and the kiss landed again.

This kiss was different from the last one, which was just a fleeting touch. This kiss was delicate and intense, and once it touched that tenderness, it lingered and never left.

His lips were wet, soft, and hot, holding countless emotions within them. He gently licked her lips, then took her lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it softly.

Zhou Zhou's body grew weaker and weaker, and she could only hold onto Li Ziyan's cloak with both hands to keep from falling to the ground.

Li Ziyan noticed this change, his eyes filled with laughter, and he reached out to put his arm around his beloved's waist, continuing his offensive.

This kiss was no longer an enticement, but a test, slowly prying open Zhou Zhou's lips.

Zhou Zhou gripped his clothes tightly with both hands, her body trembling involuntarily.

Li Ziyan's tongue gently licked her palate before reluctantly withdrawing.

Their breathing became erratic, heavy, and hot.

Zhou Zhou swallowed hard, released Li Ziyan's clothes, and then saw that his clothes were wrinkled from being pulled out, clearly telling the story of the heinous thing he had just done.

She awkwardly brushed away the mark, not daring to speak or look up at him. If she could, she would have run away immediately.

But where can you run to while on a boat?

Li Ziyan's condition wasn't good either. Looking down at Zhou Zhou's movements, his body grew increasingly hot, and his desire, which hadn't been released yet, intensified once more.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then suppressed his impulse—he had already frightened her, and he couldn't be rash again.

Hearing his sigh, Zhou Zhou finally looked up. By the light of the lamp and the moonlight, she saw that his face and ears were flushed red, looking delicate and beautiful, like a ripe apple that would surely be tender and juicy if bitten into.

Zhou Zhou laughed, "Your Highness..."

Her voice was soft and gentle, as if she were being coquettish, or as if she were expressing her feelings.

Li Ziyan held the person in his arms and sighed, "I'm here."

His embrace was warm, just like him, making Zhou Zhou feel as if she were bathed in a spring breeze, so comfortable that she squinted her eyes.

Li Ziyan realized that his beloved had recovered, so he carefully spoke up, "Just now, I overstepped my bounds."

Speaking of what had just happened, Zhou Zhou's eyelashes trembled, but her expression remained unchanged, even a little smug, "It's good that Your Highness knows."

Seeing that she didn't take it to heart, Li Ziyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

So, Li Ziyan took Zhou Zhou's hand and said gently, "It's cold, let's go inside quickly."

It is indeed quite cold. Although the ice has melted, the wind in early spring is not much different from the wind in the dead of winter. If we had to compare them, the wind in the dead of winter can really kill people, while the wind in early spring can kill people but may not necessarily kill them.

Zhou Zhou looked at the scattered river lanterns on the lake, then at Li Ziyan, and finally nodded.

No matter how beautiful the lamp is, it happens every year, and if the beauty gets frostbite, she will feel heartbroken.

So, Li Ziyan took her back to the cabin.

The cabin was furnished with a table, cushions, and a charcoal stove with water boiling inside, the water in the kettle already bubbling loudly.

When Sizhu saw the two of them finally come in, her anxious expression faded, and she carefully arranged the tea set.

Zhou Zhou gestured for her to do it herself, and then deftly scalded the teacup.

Li Ziyan then poured tea leaves into the teapot, saying, "This is a Lapsang Souchong I got this winter. I don't know if you'll like it."

Zhou Zhou stopped what she was doing, put down the kettle, propped her chin up with her hand, and looked at him with interest. "Then I'll have to trouble Your Highness."

Hearing the teasing in her voice, Li Ziyan smiled indulgently, "Your tea ceremony skills are not very good, so please give me some pointers, Zhouzhou."

As he spoke, he quickly brewed the tea, skimmed off the foam, poured the tea, and then placed the cup in front of Zhou Zhou, saying, "Please appreciate it."

Li Ziyan was born with an air of nobility, with exquisite features; every movement, whether still or in motion, was pleasing to the eye.

Zhou Zhou picked it up and smelled it first. It had a pine smoke smell, but that's not surprising. During the production of Lapsang Souchong, the tea leaves need to be smoked with pine wood, so they will have this unique pine smoke smell.

Then she lowered her head and took a small bite. The first taste was a sweet longan flavor, faint and not obvious.

However, Zhou Zhou knew that the more authentic Lapsang Souchong is steeped, the stronger its fruit flavor and the more fragrant it becomes.

The sweet aroma dissipates, leaving a slightly bitter middle note that adds layers and richness to the tea flavor. Once the bitterness passes, a sweet aftertaste gradually emerges in the mouth, spreading once more.

Zhou Zhou exclaimed sincerely, "The items Your Highness presents are all rare treasures."

Li Ziyan traced the rim of the teacup with her finger and answered Zhou Zhou's question, "I don't know why, but I've always been a picky eater since I was little. I only eat and drink the best."

Zhou Zhou understood that this must be what the book called "diseases of the rich," or to put it bluntly, it's being spoiled by having money at home.

At this moment, someone on the city wall lit Kongming lanterns, and one after another they floated up, connecting the lanterns in the sky with those in the lake, so that the water and sky met seamlessly.

Zhou Zhou saw this scene through the cabin window and was both surprised and delighted. She leaned over to look and said, "I don't think we've seen this in previous years."

Kongming lanterns are not easy to make, and while they are not extremely expensive, they are more expensive than river lanterns. Therefore, in previous years, the number of Kongming lanterns was not as large.

“Yes, this is a new addition this year.” Li Ziyan also looked out, his tone becoming heavy.

Seeing his serious expression and devout demeanor, Zhou Zhou realized that these Kongming lanterns were not lanterns released by ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhou also became solemn, quietly watching the thousands of lights slowly rise alongside Li Ziyan.