The queen's palace was kept spotless. The air was still filled with the mellow aroma of wine. The fragrant scent did not diminish with the departure of the vanilla, but became stronger and more provocative.
Quilenbino was still lying on the bed with his bare chest half-naked. Golden pajamas were scattered around him, making him even more sexy.
This is the second time today that it has been so messy.
His dark eyes never left Yan Wei'er, his queen, who was hysterical just now for a moment.
She completely lost her maternal appearance, but looked shocked, stunned, and angry. Her hair was slightly messy, but it had a different kind of sultry look.
The corners of Jilianbino's lips curved into a beautiful curve: "Wei'er, are you coming up, or am I going to come down?" His heart was ready to stir, and he felt that he had endless energy. He originally planned to have dinner with her, and then return to the imperial palace.
Reviewing memorials in the study room.
There was so much to do that he didn't have much time.
He even thought about coming over to dine with her tomorrow so that she wouldn't look like a resentful woman. But he couldn't wait until tomorrow.
She actually planned to use vanilla to seduce him.
How could he not know her every move? From the moment Vanilla deliberately wore a red shirt and served her so warmly, he knew that Wei'er was starting to have thoughts.
The warmth of vanilla didn’t just start today.
Earlier, he asked Wei'er to find a more considerate waiter, but she just smiled lightly and said to keep it.
Never guard against vanilla.
Does she trust him too much? Or is she deliberately testing him? Maybe both.
In the past few years, Vanilla has deliberately imitated Yan Weier in her dressing, speaking and walking posture.
Yan Wei'er didn't care, and Ji Lianbinuo didn't care either.
But today, at that moment when the meal was extremely silent, she thought of pretending to be drunk to design him and design a child for him.
My mind goes back and forth so many times.
Test him to see if he is only attracted to her, Yan Weier? How else does a drunk man need to express his love when he keeps calling her name?
Of course, the underlying reason is that she hopes that Vanilla will get along with her and have a child... Vanilla is just a vain woman. Give her enough glory and she won't cause too many problems.
But how could she watch all this happen?
Yan Wei'er was still sitting on the cold chair, motionless, looking from a distance, her eyes entangled with the man on the couch for a long time.
She pretended to be drunk, why didn't he pretend to be drunk?
Tilembino no longer has the patience to dawdle with her, this little woman needs a lesson. He has always pampered her and pampered her to the point of death, so now she has time to torture him.
Actually, she even used other women to seduce him!
He has been enduring the harassment of Vanilla, just waiting for the moment when she explodes. Can she really watch him having sex with other women? For a moment, he was lying on the bed thinking, if she likes this,
He just filled this harem to see if she could really be that happy?
He hated it so much!
He walked up to her, picked her up and put her on the warm bed. He leaned over and invaded her body wantonly, his eyes were burning, and his lips were hot and domineering.
Yan Wei'er, who had been slightly calm just now, immediately panicked, avoiding his attack and resisting: "Bie Nuo, let me go! You! Let me go!"
Jilianbino's tone was hoarse: "You lit the fire and thought that was the end of it?" He held her hand to prevent her from moving, and kissed every inch of her body with passionate kisses, domineering and powerful.
Yan Wei'er was almost dying of embarrassment, but her resistance was getting weaker and weaker. She gradually seemed to be cooperating, but her words were still harsh: "It's not me who started the fire. If you have the ability, you go find Vanilla."
At this moment, she actually had time to break the jealousy: "It seems that you have a lot of feelings for Vanilla! It's very delicate, isn't it? It's fresh, isn't it?" It was obviously her fault, but she was so confident that she seemed to have caught him in bed.
Jilianbino's handsome face was suddenly so tempting that he smiled from the bottom of his heart and showed it on his face in a naughty way: "Well, it's very delicate and fresh...well...I never understood it."
...Why can I always maintain such great enthusiasm for you..."
He was talking about her. From beginning to end, he was only talking about her.
His kiss fell like raindrops, like a storm. They had been married for several years, and suddenly what happened today made his passion fuller and more powerful, as if it was the first wedding ceremony.
His desire, her moans.
Yan Wei'er was still pretentious, but she couldn't resist his wave of enthusiasm. She didn't know what she was doing. She was obviously thinking about how to let Jilian Bino have a child as soon as possible, so she designed this farce, but she didn't know what she was doing.
It's like a woman vying for favor, playing a trick to keep a man in bed.
When did she become so scheming? So hysterical.
And he was watching a joke from beginning to end.
Yan Weier suddenly bit his shoulder, hard.
Jilenbino did not stop, but smiled and looked at her fierce eyes: "I like your hysteria." He completely penetrated her thoughts.
She was even angrier, and she hit his back with her hands, which seemed more like flirting. She was like a prey, thinking that she had led the hunter into a trap, but instead she got herself into it.
"Look good when you are angry." He was still provoking her, quarreling with her, but did not relax his body's pressure on her at all.
Yan Wei'er was choked with anger and gasping for breath. Every sound was thrilling and made Jilian Bino even more crazy.
Her face was as red as a mountain flower: "You are a drunkard who indulges in lust!" She finally thought of the most appropriate way to scold him.
He suddenly became gentle and lifted her chin with his hand: "Just for you." He answered briefly. At this time, he was not a king, but a qualified husband.
Still with that evil smile, deep eyes, high bridge of nose, and slightly raised lips, he was looking steadily at his queen, his wife, who was confused and fascinated but still remembering to be angry.
He is so infatuated with this woman. Go to hell with him, go to hell with him in the world, no one cares about her! As long as she is there, it is enough.
Sweat rolled down his face, and it was suffocatingly hot.
They stared at each other, tenderly and affectionately.
He is still the same Bie Nuo, and she is still the same Wei Er.
They thought they called each other's names, but neither of them made a sound, but they seemed to hear each other, and they said "hmm" in unison.
Very synchronized, everything is very synchronized.
Ups and downs, comfort, fascination, and a feeling like being burned by fire.
Lightly, he lay motionless on her body, as if he didn't even have the strength to smile.
Sweat full of manly scent solidified on his body, mixed with her fragrance, and the whole room was filled with that mind-blowing smell.
Winter nights are so cool.
She smoothly pulled the brocade quilt to cover him, but he quickly lifted it off.
"Well, it's so hot." He was willful like a child. Gradually, a smile appeared on his face, a flattering, ambiguous smile that comes only after exhaustion: "Weier, you are so tender." He said little love words.
, just like the most ordinary couple.
He turned over and lay next to her, pulled her over and nestled in his arms.
The redness on Yan Wei'er's face had not faded yet, and she was so embarrassed by his words that she felt even ashamed of her hair.
He looked at her and couldn't get enough of her.
She didn't speak, and neither did he. But it wasn't like the maddening silence they had during the meal just now.
He reached out his hand and hugged her deeper. In the soft silence, words seemed redundant.
He was tired, and so was she.
He couldn't help but be tired. He chased her out of the city gate, pushed and pushed her, and fought several battles in a row. How could he not be tired? He couldn't help but laugh. He hadn't laughed like this in a long time. He was relaxed, happy, and even arrogant.
She slept on her side, and he slept on his side too.
Her face was buried in his chest, very intimately.
He couldn't see her face, he could only feel her graceful curves, gently caressing her, and wandering on her delicate skin. It wasn't teasing, just some kind of affection, some kind of love, some kind of everlasting lingering in the quiet night.
.
They have to live a lifetime.
He suddenly had the urge to catch Ji Lianxiu that night, cut through the mess quickly, put this bright yellow imperial uniform on him, and then take Wei'er and wave to the kid: "
We are leaving, don’t worry, we will never rebel, and you can be your emperor with peace of mind.”
The ancestors of the Ji Lian family were very wise. Otherwise, how could they have such ancestral precepts? But fate brought him to this point today, and his queen was actually planning to run away and live a common life.
Even if it was for the sake of his children, she shouldn't have thought of abandoning him. How much had they gone through to get to where they are today?
Heir!
Quilenbino frowned and did not deny that he really wanted to have a child between him and Wei'er, but if fate could not give it to him and he could only choose between a child and Wei'er, he would not hesitate to have Wei'er.
That's almost a no-brainer, no doubt about it.
However, now it is not his own family matter, but has been elevated to a state matter, and is being pointed out by many people who are not close to him.
He never let Wei'er know these things, but obviously, Wei'er still knew.
So he ran away in despair.
A faint sadness and weakness surged in Jilianbino's chest. He had never protected this woman, which became the biggest pain in his life.
She has never, ever been hurt.
before, now.
Never, never.
For Quilenbino, maybe he was once invincible and invincible, or maybe he was once able to deal with everyone with confidence.
But the only thing he failed to do as a husband was towards his wife. He had sworn to protect her and not let her do anything, but the result was that she was hurt time and time again and saved Ji Lian's family time and time again.
In crisis.
Their child was stillborn under such circumstances.
Jilenbino closed his eyes and pressed his body lovingly against her soft and familiar body. The beautiful woman in his arms fell into a deep sleep, breathing evenly.
He also fell into a deep sleep, having not slept peacefully for many days. Now, he hugged the person he loved most and slept peacefully together.
The snow in winter is falling, just like a winter night many years ago.
His pity, her love. The winter they spent together.