The Prince's Beloved Little Wife

Back at the Prince's residence, Chen Mengyao suddenly slapped her forehead. "Oh dear, how could I forget about the auction house design plans? I planned to show them to everyone today, but I was too busy eating, drinking, and having fun." Ouyang Han found her adorable and quickly said, "How about this, I'll take you to the Prince Duan's residence tomorrow and invite the others to his place. I'll have a guard send him a message later." Chen Mengyao nodded in agreement.

Ouyang Han then summoned his personal guard and ordered him to deliver a message to Prince Duan at his residence, saying that he and his princess would be visiting the prince the next day to discuss matters. He was also to inform the Crown Prince and Prince Wen that they had important matters to discuss at Prince Duan's residence the following day, and to bring the Crown Princess and the princess with them. Finally, he was to inform the First Princess and her consort to also go to Prince Duan's residence. The guard immediately flew away after receiving the orders.

Ouyang Han pulled her along, saying, "Are you relieved now?" "Yes. You're so kind." Chen Mengyao finished speaking, tiptoed, and kissed his forehead before they returned to Meilan Garden together. Ouyang Han shamelessly insisted on staying in her courtyard to rest that night, and Chen Mengyao had no choice but to agree. So Ouyang Han immediately went back to take a bath. Chen Mengyao also asked the maids to prepare hot water for her bath. Ever since she had experienced being served while bathing, she had come to like this feeling, so she no longer went into her spatial dimension to bathe; otherwise, her maids would think she was unclean if they didn't see her bathing every day.

After Chen Mengyao finished bathing, Ouyang Han also finished bathing and came to her courtyard. When Ouyang Han slowly pushed open the door, what came into view was a breathtaking scene—Chen Mengyao had just finished bathing, her silky smooth hair was casually draped, still with a few crystal water droplets, which gently slid down her hair and dripped onto her fair, snow-white skin.

She wore only a nightgown, which perfectly covered her graceful figure, yet one could still vaguely glimpse the alluring curves beneath. Her long, beautiful legs were exposed, radiating an enticing sheen, as if beckoning one to touch and feel their delicate smoothness.

At this moment, Chen Mengyao's face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush, as delicate and alluring as a ripe apple. Her large, bright eyes, slightly hazy from her recent bath, revealed a hint of languor and charm, making one's heart flutter and one's mind wander.

His keen eyes caught sight of her wet, glistening hair, as if it had just been soaked in water. A sudden jolt went through him; he quickly reached out and grabbed her arm, gently pulling her aside. Then, he took a deep breath, channeling his profound inner strength, slowly gathering it in his palm.

When his palm touched the top of her head, Chen Mengyao felt a warm and intense heat surge through her like a tide. This heat flowed continuously from the top of her head, gradually spreading to every corner of her body. At first, she felt somewhat surprised and uncomfortable, but as time went by, this discomfort gradually disappeared, replaced by an incomparably comfortable and pleasant feeling.

She could clearly feel the heat flowing through her hair, instantly evaporating all moisture wherever it touched. Her previously damp hair began to dry, and each strand gradually regained its smoothness and shine. After a few moments, he finally withdrew his internal energy and released her. This was the first time Chen Mengyao had experienced the sensation of internal energy drying her hair. It was so amazing! She couldn't help but admire those with internal energy even more; they could dry wet clothes and hair directly with their internal energy—it was even better than a hairdryer!

When Ouyang Han saw her attire again, he couldn't resist leaning down and kissing Chen Mengyao's lips. This kiss almost made him lose control and want to take her, because Chen Mengyao, fresh from her bath, was incredibly beautiful. However, Ouyang Han ultimately restrained himself. He abruptly pushed Chen Mengyao away, turned his back, and breathed heavily. Chen Mengyao was also stunned by this sudden action, standing there with a flushed face.

"I'm sorry. I almost lost control because you're so beautiful right now. I promised I wouldn't take it any further before we're married," Ouyang Han said, suppressing his desire. "It's alright," Chen Mengyao replied softly, her heart filled with mixed emotions. Ouyang Han's self-control was too good, and he respected me too much. I shouldn't keep delaying the wedding. So she said to Ouyang Han, "Yichen, I've thought it through. Let's get married sooner rather than later. Find more craftsmen and speed things up, urging them to finish decorating the house as soon as possible."

Ouyang Han was overjoyed upon hearing this. He picked her up and gently placed her on the bed, kissing Chen Mengyao again. This kiss was more passionate than before, but it remained just a kiss, as he feared he might lose control. Finally, reluctantly, he pulled away from her lips and said, "I'll leave for a moment and return later. You should rest." He then quickly left. Chen Mengyao knew where he was going and couldn't help but feel that her decision was right. He was indeed a very good person, considerate and respectful. What reason did she have to delay the marriage any longer? Perhaps if she waited any longer, he would be snatched away. She didn't dislike him; it was better to settle things first. Feelings could be cultivated slowly. Thinking this, she felt relieved and fell asleep without realizing it.

Ouyang Han hurriedly returned to his room, feeling a burning desire within him. He rushed into the inner chamber and ordered the servants to prepare cold water. Buckets of cold water were carried into the bathhouse, the surface still steaming with cool vapor.

Ouyang Han eagerly stripped off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub. The icy water instantly enveloped his burning body, and he couldn't help but shiver, but the coolness was just enough to suppress the surging desire in his heart. He took a deep breath and slowly immersed himself in the water, leaving only his head above water.

He closed his eyes tightly, Chen Mengyao's shy and beautiful face constantly flashing through his mind, yet his body grew increasingly tense. He tried to distract himself, silently counting his heartbeats. However, each heartbeat seemed to remind him of the uncontrollable impulse he had just felt.

After a long while, he felt the heat gradually subside. He stood up from the bathtub, water droplets sliding down his muscular physique. He wrapped himself in a long robe, leaned against the window, gazed at the moonlight outside, and silently reminded himself to keep his promise, so that he could truly have the woman he loved on their wedding day.

He only walked towards Meilan Garden after he had completely calmed down. When he entered the room again, the desire he had felt earlier was gone. He saw that Chen Mengyao was already asleep on the bed, so he took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and gently held her in his arms. Chen Mengyao felt his body temperature in her sleep and gently leaned closer, resting her head on Ouyang Han's chest. Listening to his heartbeat and feeling his warmth, she fell into a deep sleep, completely satisfied.

The moonlight, like water, bathed them, creating a beautiful scene. Their faces appeared exceptionally soft in the moonlight, as if shrouded in a light veil. At that moment, there was a sense of tranquility and peace.