Ye Moyan became more cruel every time, and every time Ling Xuewei had to beg for mercy before she would give up.
However, when Ye Moyan bullied her too much and Ling Xuewei began to beg for mercy, she didn't expect that what she was waiting for was Ye Moyan's increasingly out-of-control actions.
…
Ling Xuewei didn't know how long she had been like this. She was as groggy as a small boat on the sea, rising and falling, and Ye Moyan's low and hoarse murmur kept coming to her ears.
Ling Xuewei could no longer hear clearly what Ye Moyan was saying, and could only follow Ye Moyan as he fell into the abyss again and again, until her vision went black and she fainted completely.
…
Ye Moyan's eyes fell on Ling Xuewei's peaceful sleeping face beside him. At this moment, he was like a satiated leopard, with a lazy aura all over his body.
Ye Moyan's deep eyes stared quietly at the little woman in his arms, her quiet and pure sleeping face, her pretty nose, slightly swollen lips, her long and white neck...
His eyes were dim, and there were faint whirlpools gathering again. He couldn't help but lower his head, and gently pressed a series of kisses on the back of Ling Xuewei's neck, slowly coming to his lips and rubbing them softly.
Simple, gentle and caring.
His little girl is finally back.
This time, he will not let her go again.
Ye Moyan wrapped his long arms around Ling Xuewei, hugged her into his arms, put his head on the side of her neck, and slowly closed his eyes.
A dreamless night.
When Ling Xuewei woke up, she first felt pain all over her body, as if her body had been run over by a car.
That beast is too much! Her waist is about to break!
"Woo..."
"woke up?"
Ye Moyan's low, hoarse and lazy voice came from behind Ling Xuewei's ears, and then a hand came to her waist and pressed gently at the right time.
After a while, the soreness was no longer so severe. Ling Xuewei lay comfortably and couldn't help but hum.
Ling Xuewei's eyelids began to grow heavy again, but then she noticed that Ye Moyan's hands were starting to become dishonest, and there was a gradual downward trend.
"Hey..." Ling Xuewei glared at Ye Moyan angrily.
This guy turns into a beast early in the morning?
"What's wrong?" Ye Moyan looked innocent, as innocent as he wanted.
Ling Xuewei's face turned red and she held Ye Moyan's hand, "You, don't..."
"What else?" Ye Moyan slowly approached, his beautiful face evoked a hint of evil, making people blush and heartbeat.
Ling Xuewei calmed down and pretended to be serious, "Don't you have to go to court today? It's very late..."
"No, with Wei'er by your side, how can my husband be in the mood to handle government affairs?"
Ye Moyan completely acted like a king who will never come to court early from now on. Ling Xuewei cursed in her heart, this evildoer!
"But I remembered..."
"There's no rush..." Ye Moyan said, his lips already coming behind her ears, leaving a trail of marks.
But she is anxious!
Ling Xuewei wants to cry but has no tears. If she continues like this, she will definitely die in bed!
"Ye Moyan! I'll get angry if you do this again!"
"Weier still has the energy to be angry. It seems she didn't work hard enough for her husband yesterday..."
"No, it's obviously you...well..."
"Good boy, it's still early."
"You bastard..."
But soon, Ling Xuewei no longer had the energy to curse.
One morning, Ling Xuewei, who had been over-exercised again, fainted again in disgrace.
…
Outside the sleeping hall.
"Yue Qing, you said it's this time, why hasn't the emperor woke up yet?" Yue Feng looked worried, "Why don't you go in and take a look?"
Yue Qing rolled her eyes, "You dare?"
Yue Feng's head suddenly shook like a rattle. He didn't dare to joke.
