The fragrant wind was blowing, and Zhao Wujiang saw a large bathtub about half a person tall in the hot mist. The bathtub was steaming with steam, but there was no beauty.

Zhao Wujiang was stunned and looked sideways. Behind the door, Xuanyuan Jingqing looked at him closely with an angry expression that I expected.

Xuanyuan Jing has already taken off his disguise, revealing his original charming face.

Unparalleled in beauty, with picturesque features, charming yet heroic, almost angry.

No matter how many times Zhao Wujiang saw this face, he couldn't help but feel amazed. The daughter of an emperor was a woman who captivated both the country and the city.

"I...I'm just worried about your safety." Zhao Wujiang laughed dryly and explained.

Xuanyuan Jingming had taken off her yellow coat and was wearing a silk undershirt. She stared angrily at Zhao Wujiang:

"Didn't you swear that you would never come in without my permission?"

"No." Zhao Wujiang looked innocent:

"I said I would never go in without permission, and I didn't go in..."

"Go in?"

Xuanyuan Jing frowned, and soon her eyes trembled, and she understood where Zhao Wujiang was going in. Her exquisite face turned red for a moment, she clenched her fist and punched Zhao Wujiang:

"You're trying to use your words with me again, right?"

Zhao Wujiang grabbed the pink fist that Xuanyuan Jing was hitting, took a step forward, pushed Xuanyuan Jing against the door, clamped Xuanyuan Jing's wrists with his big hands, and pressed them above her head.

This ambiguous posture made Xuanyuan Jing suddenly angry and panicked. He wanted to struggle, but his hands were clamped and he couldn't use his strength, so he had to kick with his feet.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wujiang had quick eyesight and quick hands. He leaned forward and pressed tightly against her delicate body, making it impossible for her to stretch her legs.

"Let me go!" Xuanyuan Jing felt increasingly ashamed and annoyed, not only ashamed of Zhao Wujiang's behavior, but also ashamed of his own thoughts.

Because just now, an idea flashed in her mind that she wanted Zhao Wujiang to be bolder.

Zhao Wujiang clamped her two wrists with one hand, and stretched his other hand against the door to her waist, gently hugging her waist.

Xuanyuan Jing's delicate body froze, her eyes darted away and her expression was flustered. Her beautiful face that could confuse all sentient beings was dyed with a touch of red clouds, making it even more charming to the world.

She looked stern and said with a trembling voice:

"Zhao Wujiang, hurry up and get ready... um..."

Before she could finish her words, Zhao Wujiang covered her red lips, and her delicate body froze in place as if struck by lightning.

"Hmm..."

The man's majestic breath hit her face, and emotions ignited in her heart. Xuanyuan Jing's teeth were broken open, and the heat and humidity invaded, entangled, and her struggles became weaker and weaker, slowly turning into a clumsy response.

Zhao Wujiang let go of Xuanyuan Jing's wrist at some point. Xuanyuan Jing's hands had nowhere to rest and slowly hooked Zhao Wujiang's neck. As the kiss deepened, the hook became tighter.

Zhao Wujiang's big hand went inside Xuanyuan Jing's clothes and touched layers of bandages. He gently pulled them and something proud popped out.

"Don't..." Xuanyuan Jing's eyes were blurred, with only the last hint of clarity left. She began to push away Zhao Wujiang's chest, her voice soft and waxy, and she begged with reason:

"Zhao Wujiang, don't want it for now, okay?

Wait until the war...is over...over...don't..."

Zhao Wujiang gazed gently into Xuanyuan Jing's eyes. The long autumn eyes were misty and charming, making him feel pity in his heart.

"good."

He smiled softly, smoothed Xuanyuan Jing's slightly frowned brows with his hands, and the two stared at each other affectionately.

Xuanyuan Jing had Zhao Wujiang's gentle look in her eyes. She hugged Zhao Wujiang tightly with her hands and said softly with the slightest apology.

"sorry..."

Zhao Wujiang pressed something as hard as iron against Xuanyuan Jing's waist and raised his eyebrows with a smile.

"Then you have to tell him."

"Humph..." Xuanyuan Jing pursed her red lips lightly, charming Tiancheng, glanced up at Zhao Wujiang's teasing look, and faltered:

"He...can't hear..."

"Remember before?" Zhao Wujiang chuckled:

"He can hear it that way."
Chapter completed!