cold clothes

Just as the candle was blown out, Leng Yi felt a gust of wind. Startled, she looked out the window and could only see the still bamboo forest and the courtyard wall.

There's not a breath of wind outside the window, so where does the wind come from?

not……

An ominous premonition suddenly arose, and Leng Yi stood up abruptly, looking around. She couldn't see anyone at all, but a pair of hands silently wrapped around her from behind.

Her body stiffened; this embrace was all too familiar to her.

The familiar, faint scent, the familiar breathing rhythm and moist breath—she knew who was behind her without even turning around.

But how did he get here?! Has he gone mad?!

Leng Yi wanted to reprimand him, but when she heard the door open, she immediately felt a rush of blood to her head and cautiously looked at the crack in the door.

If Hong'e saw that there was someone else in her room, then she would be finished.

But the person behind her seemed oblivious to the dangerous situation. He lightly rubbed his nose and lips against Leng Yi's neck and shoulders, creating a damp and intimate sensation. His hands roamed restlessly over her body, tugging at the knots in her dress.

While Leng Yi was talking to Hong E with intense tension, she was also being disturbed by the person behind her. Her rationality was being plucked haphazardly like a string on a musical instrument, and she was on the verge of chaos and collapse.

After Hong'e and Lingcao walked away, Lengyi was already disheveled, but fortunately the night concealed her embarrassment.

The person behind her continued to tease her silently in the shadows. Leng Yi's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and as her lust was aroused, her anger became more and more apparent.

"Are you crazy! This is the Third Prince's place, um—" This isn't Fengxiang Pavilion, aren't you afraid of being discovered?

Leng Yi suppressed her voice and spoke in a breathy tone, but she was interrupted halfway through. Yin Jiu tore off her clothes and bit her chest, causing her to groan in pain.

Taking that bite seemed to be an outlet for her anger. Besides the pain, Leng Yi also felt wronged, and tears immediately fell down her cheeks.

"A mad dog will only bite people."

"Humph."

Hearing Leng Yi call him a mad dog, he sneered, raised his hand and grabbed Leng Yi's chin. Leng Yi opened his lips in pain, and he bit down hard, instantly tasting blood in his mouth.

With a slight movement of his Adam's apple, he swallowed Leng Yi's blood and saliva together, his long tongue constantly swirling around, trying to make Leng Yi a complete mess.

Leng Yi's hands fell limply to her sides. Zhao Yin always did this; she had gradually become numb and no longer had the will to resist.

Zhao Yin sensed Leng Yi's submission, so he also took off his clothes and presented his smooth collarbone to Leng Yi's lips.

"Yiyi, bite me."

"I am not a dog."

"Are you going to call it out later?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Leng Yi suddenly raised her hands and grabbed Zhao Yin's neck with all her might.

"I'll call someone right now to catch us, this adulterous couple, on the spot, and then it'll all be over!" Leng Yi said this in a breathy voice.

“We? Heh, heh heh…” Zhao Yin chuckled softly, his words broken by difficulty breathing, but his delight was evident. “You… mean… we… commit adultery?”

"Get out, that's not it." Leng Yi was enraged and increased the strength in her hands. The suffocating feeling forced Zhao Yin to open his mouth and breathe heavily. Leng Yi thought Zhao Yin's heavy breathing sounded like a dog's. He was clearly being abused but was panting. It was too despicable. She wanted to use a whip to torture him severely.