The Prince's Beloved Little Wife

Ouyang Han returned home around dinner time. Although he had no wounds, his clothes were tattered and his hair was a mess. Everyone was startled by his appearance, and Chen Mengyao immediately stood up and walked towards him with concern. "What happened to you? Did you encounter any danger?" Chen Mengyao asked anxiously.

Ouyang Han waved his hand dismissively, "They're just a few small fry. It's just that there are a lot of them, so it's been a bit long." He even gave a confident smile as he spoke.

However, Chen Mengyao was still worried. After pulling him down to sit, she began to carefully check him over, only breathing a sigh of relief after confirming he was truly unharmed. At this moment, Ouyang Han suddenly leaned closer to Chen Mengyao and whispered, "Actually, I had another reason for coming back in such a disheveled state." Chen Mengyao looked at him questioningly, only to see Ouyang Han smile slyly, "I just wanted to see how worried you were about me." Chen Mengyao blushed and gave him a reproachful glare. Everyone around laughed at this, filling the dining room with a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

After finishing his meal, Ouyang Han quickly went to take a shower to avoid being disliked by her. After showering, Ouyang Han went to find Chen Mengyao again, mysteriously saying he was going to take her somewhere. Chen Mengyao looked puzzled, but still followed him.

When she followed Ouyang Han to a grassy area, she was stunned by the sight before her. The grass was beautifully decorated, filled with flowers and candles. Bathed in candlelight, the entire meadow exuded a romantic atmosphere. Ouyang Han stood in the center, holding a bouquet of flowers, smiling at her.

Chen Mengyao stepped forward, accepted the flowers from the prince's hand, and was moved to tears. She hadn't expected the prince to prepare such a romantic proposal for her, and her heart was filled with happiness and emotion. Ouyang Han gently took Chen Mengyao's hand, gazed deeply into her eyes, and said, "Yaoyao, from the moment we first met, you entered my heart. Your beauty, kindness, and intelligence have captivated me. I hope to walk with you through every spring, summer, autumn, and winter, sharing the joys and sorrows of life. I am willing to dedicate my life to protecting you, giving you happiness and peace. I, Ouyang Han, once again promise you that I will only have you as my queen in this life, and will never take concubines or secondary wives. Let heaven be the witness to my sincerity; if I break my vow, may I be punished by heaven."

Tears of emotion welled up in Chen Mengyao's eyes. She nodded slightly and said, "Yichen, I believe in you. I love you too. Your affection and care make me feel incredibly happy."

Ouyang Han knelt on one knee, took out a dazzling ring from his pocket, and handed it to Chen Mengyao, saying, "Mengyao, will you marry me? Become my queen and spend your life with me."

Chen Mengyao never expected that he would propose to her in a modern way. Excitedly, she reached out her hand and let Ouyang Han put the ring on her finger. Then she threw herself into his arms and said, "I do, Your Highness. I am willing to spend my life with you, never to leave you."

Ouyang Han hugged Chen Mengyao tightly, gently kissed her forehead, and said, "Thank you, Yaoyao. I will always love you and cherish you." Hearing Chen Mengyao's words, the prince was filled with joy. He gently pulled Chen Mengyao into his arms and kissed her deeply. This kiss was full of affection and tenderness; Ouyang Han conveyed his love and promise to Chen Mengyao with his lips. Chen Mengyao responded to his kiss, her body trembling slightly, her heart filled with happiness and emotion. The kiss lasted a long time until Ouyang Han slowly released Chen Mengyao.

After the kiss ended, Chen Mengyao took the opportunity to ask Ouyang Han, "Yichen, when did you learn our way of proposing? Did you plan this all along?" Ouyang Han replied, "I started planning it the first time you brought me into your space. I secretly learned it from the books in your space. I know that people in your region need to propose to a woman before getting married." Hearing this, Chen Mengyao was even more moved. It was the first time she had been treated with such care.

Afterwards, Ouyang Han used his light-footed skill to carry her to the rooftop of the tallest building in Longyuan Pavilion. The two sat quietly there, watching the twinkling stars. Ouyang Han held Chen Mengyao in his arms and said affectionately, "I really want to marry you as soon as possible. No, the problem with the house next door being renovated... I'll go to the Ministry of Works tomorrow to find some more people to finish the renovation quickly, so I can give you a betrothal gift and marry you." Chen Mengyao found Ouyang Han's eagerness amusing, yet also very heartwarming. So she took the initiative and offered him a kiss.

The scene of Ouyang Han and Chen Mengyao's passionate kiss seemed to freeze time itself. Their lips touched lightly, like two soft flower petals intertwining. Ouyang Han's hand gently rested on Chen Mengyao's waist, pulling her closer as if to merge her into his body. Chen Mengyao's arms encircled Ouyang Han's neck, her eyes slightly closed, savoring the sweetness of the moment. Their breaths mingled, their heartbeats gradually synchronized with their bodies. Only when Chen Mengyao finally collapsed into Ouyang Han's arms did he reluctantly release her. After she recovered, he carried her down again, holding her all the way back to their room.

After the maids helped her finish her bath, she lay down on the bed. Just then, Ouyang Han also came over. He had just finished bathing as well, wearing only a nightgown. Chen Mengyao stared wide-eyed at the newly bathed Prince Ouyang Han before her. He was tall and strong, his muscles clearly defined from years of martial arts training, each muscle brimming with power. His chest was broad and thick, seemingly capable of bearing any pressure. His arms were thick and powerful, his fingers long and strong, as if he could easily crush anything. His abdomen was flat and firm, his eight-pack abs clearly visible, showcasing his resilience and perseverance. His legs were long and straight, muscular and full of explosive power. He exuded a masculine charm that made Chen Mengyao involuntarily fall for him.

As Ouyang Han approached her, Chen Mengyao felt a little nervous. Was he going to do something to her? She wasn't ready. So she stammered, "Your...Your Highness, what...what are you going to do?" Seeing Chen Mengyao so nervous that she even called him "Your Highness," he decided to tease her. "Yaoyao, are you that afraid of me? I came here to sleep, of course. This is my room." He then got onto the bed, getting closer and closer.

Seeing him getting closer and closer, Chen Mengyao quickly shrank back into the bed until there was nowhere left to hide. Luckily, the bed was big enough, otherwise she would have had nowhere to hide. After hiding all the way in, she pulled the blanket over herself tightly, saying, "Don't come any closer. If you want to sleep, sleep on the outside. Don't come any closer. I... I'm not ready yet!" Seeing Chen Mengyao like this, Ouyang Han couldn't help but find it amusing. He stopped teasing her and lay down on the bed, quickly saying, "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. You don't need to cover yourself up so tightly. I won't touch you before we're married. Come, lie down next to me. I just want to hold you while we sleep." He patted the spot next to him as he spoke.

Hearing Ouyang Han's words, Chen Mengyao relaxed, trusting that he meant what he said. She obediently lay down beside him, and Ouyang Han put his arm around her, holding her until they fell asleep, perhaps because he was exhausted from fighting that day. It was also the first time Chen Mengyao had ever lain beside a man. Lying quietly beside Ouyang Han, Chen Mengyao felt a deep sense of happiness and contentment. She felt his warmth and listened to his steady breathing; it was as if the whole world had become peaceful and beautiful.

She secretly raised her head and looked at Ouyang Han's handsome face. His eyebrows were thick and neat, his nose was straight, and his lips were slightly upturned with a subtle smile. Chen Mengyao couldn't help but recall the little things that had happened between them, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

She gently reached out and touched Ouyang Han's face. His skin was smooth and supple, the touch making her heart race. She carefully traced his features, as if touching a precious treasure. Ouyang Han seemed to sense her touch; he moved slightly and pulled Chen Mengyao tightly into his embrace. Chen Mengyao felt his strength and warmth, her heart filled with a sense of security. She closed her eyes, savoring this moment of happiness and tranquility.