"You also know that you have put this king through a lot of trouble?" The man put one hand on the table, leaned his upper body against her, and said in a hoarse voice, "Have you calmed down now?"
Xiao Lingyue leaned back and squinted at him: "If you don't want to be hassled, you don't have to come. No one is forcing you. Isn't there a concubine waiting for you in the backyard? Go to her side.
She will take care of it and serve you properly, and everything will suit your wishes."
A trace of amusement flashed in Zhan Beihan's eyes: "Why do I think these words sound sour?"
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
"Are you jealous?" the man asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Do you think it's possible?" Xiao Lingyue rolled her eyes at him and stretched out her hand to push him, "Get out of the way. If nothing happens, 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 feel that I cannot be the only one to suffer. You must also try it together."
After finishing her words, the man suddenly grabbed her chin, lowered his head and kissed her. He pried her lips apart arbitrarily and pulled her into his arms.
"..." Xiao Lingyue's pupils dilated and her expression went blank for a moment.
The next moment.
She actually tasted a trace of salty and bitter taste, which lingered between the man's lips and teeth, and was forcefully passed on to her with his breath in her mouth, making the tip of her tongue begin to feel faintly numb.
The deeper the kiss, the stronger the taste.
Xiao Lingyue was pushed back, her brows furrowed, and her lower back hit the edge of the table.
"Well..." She struggled.
The man let go of her, but his arms wrapped around her waist domineeringly, holding her in his arms. He looked down at her with a slight smirk on his thin lips: "You taste it, is it salty?"
Xiao Lingyue put her hands on his chest, raised her head and glared: "You..."
The man quickly lowered his head and blocked her mouth: "If you say another harsh word, I will kiss you again."
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
"Forget it about holding grudges, don't be angry anymore." After a light kiss, the man let go of her lips, his high nose pressed against hers, his breath was warm, and his voice was hoarse and low.
"Be good and say yes."
Xiao Lingyue was a little dazed by the kiss, and her nose was filled with his cold and solemn breath. She wanted to step back, but his big hands firmly grasped her lower back, and she was forced to lean into his arms.
She gritted her teeth, her voice a little soft and a little angry: "Are you asking for peace?"
"Yeah." The man chuckled, "Whatever you say, in short, don't get angry with me anymore."
"Who made trouble with you..."
She protested and became even more annoyed: "Is there anyone who wants peace like you? At least let me go first..."
Before she finished speaking, the man lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.
Xiao Lingyue looked at him with wide eyes like a frightened cat.
The man threatened in a mute voice: "If you don't agree, I will kiss you until you agree."
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
She was angry and annoyed: "You...!"
"I often hear people say that couples fight at the end of the bed and fight at the end of the bed."
There was a deep dark flash in his eyes, and he clasped her slender waist with his big hands, held her in his arms, and said in a faint voice: "I haven't tried it yet, do you want to try it?"
Xiao Lingyue's body suddenly froze, and her cheeks turned red, spreading all the way to her ears.
"Are you blushing?" The man chuckled and said with great interest, "You were not so shy when you threw me down on the wedding night..."