cold clothes

Zhao Yin's voice echoed in her ears, and Leng Yi's cheeks inexplicably flushed. She retorted, "Don't flatter yourself!"

"Am I being presumptuous? But you never intended to push me away." Zhao Yin said with pleasure, lowering his head little by little, his breath brushing against Leng Yi's neck. Noticing the slight tremor in Leng Yi's body, his eyes grew even darker.

"Heh, do you think you'll let me push you away? I won't waste my energy." Leng Yi sneered, her attention unconsciously drawn to the nape of her neck. Zhao Yin's breath tickled her neck... At the same time, the thought that Zhao Yin might bite at any moment made her neck even more sensitive, since Zhao Yin really liked biting there.

Zhao Yin laughed, a very happy laugh. He loosened his grip on Leng Yi slightly, looked at Leng Yi's face, and said, "So you've accepted me?"

"Huh?" Leng Yi found Zhao Yin's behavior inexplicable.

"So, how far can you go?" After saying that, Zhao Yin grabbed Leng Yi's hands on her chest and raised them above her head, sealing Leng Yi's lips without saying another word.

The softness he had longed for made him want more once he touched it. He couldn't help but take her into his mouth and taste the lip rouge on her lips with his tongue. It seemed to have a faint floral fragrance.

"Mmm..." The moment her lips were sucked, Leng Yi's scalp tingled, and she couldn't think straight. The wet, hot tongue easily invaded and ravaged every inch of her mouth. Her hands were tightly restrained, and she couldn't escape at all.

When Zhao Yin finally let her go, her tongue was sore and numb from all the churning, and her eyes were glazed and unfocused.

"what……"

Before she could recover, she discovered that Zhao Yin had reached into her clothes and untied her knot.

"No, no way," Leng Yi suddenly shuddered, "Do you want to be caught cheating here?"

"So it's okay if we're not outside?" Zhao Yin looked down at her, and even though he couldn't see Leng Yi clearly, he could feel the burning intensity of his gaze.

Leng Yi's voice suddenly softened: "No..."

Zhao Yin didn't hear Leng Yi's objection, or rather, he pretended not to hear it no matter how loud or soft it was. He decisively took Leng Yi's hand and left the place.

Leng Yi herself didn't understand why she had to obediently follow him. She wondered why they couldn't just fly and what would happen if they encountered someone on the way. Fortunately, they didn't encounter any palace maids or guards along the way.

Before long, Leng Yi arrived at Zhao Yin's palace.

Leng Yi looked around the hall and found that the furnishings were basically unchanged, exactly the same as when she last came.

As she was observing, Zhao Yin suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed the back of her neck the next instant. She remembered the last time she met Zhao Yin in the palace, when he played the victim and said he was a substitute for the Fifth Prince, which made her feel sorry for him for four years. She was unable to accept Zhao Yin's advances.

"Let go, don't touch me."

Leng Yi struggled violently, but Zhao Yin grabbed her hands again and bit her left shoulder hard, leaving a tooth mark.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yin asked casually, looking down at the teeth marks he had made, which were bright red and alluring against his fair and delicate skin. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick them.

"That's what I should be asking you. What exactly do you want? You act like a gentleman during the day, but you go into heat at night. What do you take me for?" Leng Yi said fiercely, her eyes stinging as she finished speaking.

Zhao Yin heard Leng Yi's faint sobs, so he turned her face around and saw that her blue eyes were filled with tears. His expression immediately became flustered.

"I am not a gentleman, I am also... but I see you are very afraid of me."