"You know that I have been tormenting this king too much?" The man held his hand on the table, his upper body approached her, and his voice hoarse: "Is he sober now?"
Xiao Lingyue leaned back and glanced at him sideways: "I don't want to be tortured, you can't come, and no one is forcing you. Isn't there a concubine waiting for you in the backyard? Go to her side,
She keeps it for you and serves you in a good manner, and it is in line with your wishes."
A trace of playfulness flashed in Zhan Beihan's eyes: "Why do I think this sounds sour?"
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
"Jealous?" the man raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Do you think it's possible?" Xiao Lingyue gave him a blank look and reached out to push him, "Get out of the way, if it's okay, you can leave..."
"That bowl of porridge is really salty." The man interrupted her quietly.
Xiao Lingyue: "?"
"No matter how I think about it, I cannot just suffer, you have to try it together."
After saying that, the man suddenly pinched her chin, lowered his head and kissed her, pried open her lips and teeth, and pulled her into his arms.
"..." Xiao Lingyue's pupils dilated and her expression was blank for a moment.
The next moment.
She actually tasted a little salty and bitter taste, which lingered between the man's lips and teeth, and forced her to pass it with a breath, which made the tip of her tongue begin to numb.
The deeper the kiss, the stronger the taste.
Xiao Lingyue was pushed back, her eyebrows frowned, and her waist hit the edge of the table.
"Um..." She struggled for a moment.
The man let go of her, but his arms were domineeringly surrounding her waist, and wrapped her whole body in his arms. His thin lips curled slightly and looked at her with a smirk: "Have you tasted it, is it salty?"
Xiao Lingyue put his hands on his chest, looked up and glared: "You..."
The man suddenly lowered his head and blocked her mouth: "Another fierce sentence, I will kiss you."
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
"Forget about holding grudges, don't get angry anymore." After the shallow kiss, the man let go of her lips and pressed her high nose against her. His breath was warm and his voice was dull and low.
"Be good, say you agree."
Xiao Lingyue was a little confused by kissing, and her nose was covered with the cold and solemn aura on his body. She wanted to retreat, but his big hand firmly held the back of her back, and she was forced to hold her in his arms.
She gritted her teeth, her voice a little soft and a little angry: "Are you asking for it?"
"Yes." The man laughed softly, "Whatever you say, in short, don't make trouble with me anymore."
"Who made a fuss with you..."
She protested and became even more annoyed: "Is there anyone who asks for peace like this? At least let me go first..."
Before he finished speaking, the man lowered his head and pecked and kissed her on the lips.
Xiao Lingyue looked at him like a frightened cat with wide eyes.
The man threatened with a hoarse voice: "If you don't agree, I will give you your consent in person."
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
She was angry and annoyed: "You...!"
"I often hear people say that couples fight at the head of the bed and get close to the bed."
There was a very dark color in his eyes. He held her slender waist with his big hand, held her to lean into his arms, and said in a faint voice: "I haven't tried it yet, do you want to try it?"
Xiao Lingyue's body froze, her cheeks flushed, and she was stained with her ears all the way.
"Blush?" the man chuckled and said with great interest, "You were not so shy when you threw me down on me at the wedding night..."