---"From now on, if you dare to call me Prince, I will punish you like this."--
gt;gt;gt;
The sound of rain was falling, with a bit of the coolness and clearness of the warm autumn and summer solstice, and the world seemed to have never been so uniquely peaceful.
The world created by the entanglement of snow apricot cherry blossoms and Yuman vines is isolated from the rest of the world, like stepping into a deep mountain cave with falling snow.
There was a bonfire on the ground that could barely dry clothes. Su Shajue found two branches, spread Jun Ziyan's wet coat, and baked it in front of the bonfire. His handsome and extraordinary face smiled slightly, and his heart felt refreshed.
The slightest hint of sweetness and the sullen smile are the satisfaction I have never experienced before.
The petals are flying, and there are thick petals on the ground. Stepping on them will only make a rustling sound.
Because he was soaked, Jun Ziyan was left with only a thin bright-colored robe. At this time, he suppressed a smile. The whole bundle of hair was loosened, and three thousand black hair spread out like a waterfall, like the finest silk, black and shiny.
, her elegant and peaceful face sighed deeply in front of the falling and dancing snow apricot cherry trees, and was attracted by the comfortable world created by these pure and flawless snow apricot trees.
"How do you know this place? These branches and vines seem to be entangled with snow apricots, making this world watertight, just like a pair of lovers who don't want to be disturbed, living a life of only being a couple but not immortals.
"Jun Ziyan smiled and praised, stretched out her hand, and the falling snowy apricot cherry fell on her white jade boneless palm. She raised her red lips and blew a breath, and the snowy apricot and cherry blossoms in her hand fell again, as light as feathers.
Seeing how much she was enjoying herself, Su Shajue only regretted not bringing her earlier. With a whisper on her lips, she replied lightly: "This is the place where my third sister-in-law and my third brother met!"
Hearing this, Jun Ziyan suddenly remembered what Wanyan Che said to him about 'stealing his brother's wife'. He couldn't help but wonder, is he really such a person? Quan Mu continued to look at Xue Xingying and responded lightly:
"It's quite poetic when a handsome man meets a beautiful woman!"
Su Sha was slightly startled by her calm attitude, and a complex look flashed through her deep eyes. Didn't she care? Didn't she care about what Wanyan Che had said? Or did she just have no intention of him?
"Don't you ask me why I married my third sister-in-law?" In front of her, he never wanted to be called 'my king'. He just wanted to face the person he loved as an ordinary man.
"It's not my interest to expose people's scars. If you want to tell me, why do you need me to ask?" Junzi said without raising his head, still playing with the dancing snowy apricots and cherry blossoms, ignoring no one else.
Several steady footsteps approached from behind. Jun Ziyan was draped with his own blue shirt on his shoulders. Qingyan was stunned for a moment. His hand gently touched the shirt that had become warm after being roasted by the bonfire. The tip of his nose fluttered behind him.
The elegant aura emanating from the man's body mixed with the elegant fragrance of snowy apricots and cherry blossoms in the sky. Jun Ziyan turned around and smiled sweetly at Su Shajue: "Thank you!"
The man stood tall, with an elegant and aristocratic posture that could not be concealed. After moving, he hesitated and said: "Ziyan, then, do you want to hear it now?" Su Shajue's eyes were scorching, and he could not conceal his hatred for the woman in front of him.
It's not that I didn't want to tell her my feelings for him, but I felt a little unbearable.
"Then will it hurt if you say it? If so, don't say it." Jun Ziyan put on the blue shirt and tied it, smiled calmly, and said.
Recalling the pain, despair and speechlessness shown on Wanyanche's face when he said these words, that look in his eyes made her heart-wrenching and made her reluctant to ask, nor did she want to ask!
It's not that she's not curious, but she thinks it's good now. She has always been restrained when it comes to love between men and women. In modern times, her strength once made her suffer the pain of making love as much as she wanted. After going round and round, she still couldn't get the ending she wanted.
, so she doesn’t want to worry about these things anymore. She likes the comfort when she is with him. Although it is dull, it is practical.
The words of the person she admired sounded plain and indifferent, but they filled Su Shajue's heart with happiness. She was not completely unmoved for him. At least these words proved that she cared for him, and that was enough.
His eyes darkened, and with emotion, Su Shajue couldn't help but take her into his arms, hugging her waist tightly, burying his handsome face in her hair, absorbing the elegant fragrance of her body with joy,
He murmured: "Ziyan, do you accept me like this? Are we already in agreement? I know I shouldn't be impatient, but can you give me a reassurance first? Even just a nod will do!"
"
Perhaps it was the coercion and hostility he accidentally sensed when he was in Zuiyan Lake today that made him feel worried about gains and losses. Wanyan Che was enough, and he didn't want to create any more complications.
A piece of holy white, with layers of snow-apricot cherry blossoms swaying in the wind, falling as ethereal as snow. The two embrace each other, one dark and one blue, which is a harmony that has never been seen before in a snow-apricot forest.
Hearing this, Jun Ziyan put his arms around his waist without any pretense, smiled frivolously, and said: "I don't know, at least I don't feel that bad now. In this case, let's just let nature take its course. Anyway, I can divorce."
Wanyan Che, if I am not satisfied with you, I can dump you. It all depends on whether your performance meets the standards in my heart."
The man's wet clothes had become slightly dry in front of the bonfire and under the heat of body temperature. The slight wetness fluttered on Jun Ziyan's face, but it still did not reduce the warmth and tenderness he gave her when he held her.
The clear and smiling voice still remained frivolous and arrogant, but it gave the man a little balance and stability in his heart, which was worried about gains and losses.
"I will not give you this opportunity. I swear to my heart's content that I will not let anyone destroy us, and I don't want you to avoid your inner thoughts because of worldly thoughts. You just have to do what you want to do."
That's enough, just leave the rest to me." Su Shajue pressed his forehead against hers, staring straight at her, his hot breath hitting her slightly rosy face, and murmured.
The color of her pool eyes deepened, as if she had fallen into a deep quagmire and forgotten to surface, forgetting the beauty of breathing, just because she had drowned in her smile just now, unable to extricate herself, and unwilling to dive out.
His broad palm gently stroked her dark hair and combed it between his fingers. He was addicted to the coolness and smooth touch.
Hearing this, Jun Ziyan smiled again, not noticing the increasingly intense look in Su Shajue's eyes, and said, "It sounds like it's a good deal. All I need to do with this deal is enjoy it. Your Majesty, thinking about it this way, I seem to be okay."
You picked up a cheap son, right?" Jun Ziyan couldn't help but want to laugh when he thought of the sullen look on the little old man's face when he called his mother.
Su Shajue's scorching eyes wandered on her red lips that opened and closed, smiled and pursed, and said slightly absent-mindedly: "Call me Jue, don't call me 'Prince'. Didn't you already say that last time at Yu Fengxuan?"
? In front of you, I have never been a noble prince."
"It's easier to call me Prince." Jun Ziyan deliberately talked to him, smiling as brightly as a flower, as beautiful as a lotus blooming in the south of the Yangtze River under the morning light.
The man's eyes deepened, and he did not refute, but gave the most direct response with action.
The original movement of stroking her hair reached deep into her neck, pressing her hard against him. The next moment, he had already sealed the red lips that opened and closed, and every smile and every pucker pulled at his heartstrings.
For an instant, the two people looked at each other, both shocked and startled!
Jun Ziyan's eyes narrowed, his heart palpitated wildly, his brain paused for a moment, and the hands around his waist trembled slightly. At this time, the man's enlarged face was extremely beautiful and handsome, and he was so close that his lips were as soft as tofu.
Smooth and tender, just touching her made her feel suffocated, frantic, and her head was hot.
Perhaps the shock in Jun Ziyan's eyes was too obvious, and Su Shajue immediately did not dare to act rashly, feeling a little annoyed at his out-of-control behavior.
However, at this moment, the arrow was on the string and he had no choice but to shoot. Moreover, he had never been as panic-stricken and worried about gains and losses as he was today. He was like a young man with a budding passion, who just wanted to use actions to declare his position.
Her lips had a faint orchid fragrance, which made him addicted. Just such a simple touch made him feel as if he was hit by electric current, and his whole body trembled, making him want more, but he didn't dare.
Act recklessly.
Reason told him that he should not scare her and should leave her, but he could not resist his inner desire for her.
For a moment, the man's peach lips trembled slightly due to nervousness, sweat formed on his forehead, and he was slightly annoyed by the awkward stalemate between the two.
Jun Ziyan felt his uneasiness and was slightly amused by his reaction. His heart felt like it was filled with warm currents. He closed his eyes knowingly and moved his hand around his waist to wrap around his neck as a gesture of gratitude to him.
The initial response to this move can be regarded as a tacit acknowledgment of expectations.
Seeing her like this, Su Shajue felt like his heart was bursting with anger, and he was so happy that he couldn't express it. He no longer hesitated to turn the emotional tide in his heart into an attack, and the taste invaded her mouth. Unlike his previous forbearance,
This time he was filled with unprecedented enthusiasm and joy.
It was like the momentary venting of animalistic passion, like the sweetness of sweet dew after a long drought, and even more satisfying like tasting fine wine. Each kiss was gentle and gentle, and the slow and shallow peck made him intoxicated, as if it had been hidden for thousands of years.
The lid of the beautiful kiln has been lifted, and the rich aroma of wine spreads out. It is the most unique and mellow sweetness, which makes him unable to extricate himself for a long time and drowns in it.
The rain fell in bursts outside, slowly and urgently, and the snowy apricots and cherry blossoms fell on the embracing couple, adding a touch of elegance to the fairyland.
The woman closed her eyes tightly, her long and dense eyelashes quivering slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings. Her jade-like face gradually became as beautiful as a plum, red and tender as a peach, due to the first intimate contact between the two.
It's exciting.
Rolling and turning, intense and shallow pecks, the two of them were taking over and choosing, in the long suffocation of giving and taking away, and finally separated with a slight gasp of reluctance, their foreheads touched, their breaths were indistinguishable, and their faces were covered with red clouds.
Just like the entanglement between snowy apricot cherry and Yumanteng, they are inseparable.
"From now on, if you dare to call me prince, I will punish you like this." Su Shajue declared with a silly smile, acting like a child, and the manvines filled with happiness in his heart were now intertwined into a network that could no longer be added.
Jun Ziyan seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He leaned softly in his arms and snorted, calling him a scoundrel. However, the charming love in his eyes and the slight smile on his red and swollen lips could not be concealed.
Yang's smile proved the unexplainable joy in his heart.
---
Someone said that Wanzi was trying to make up the word count, sweat! Wanzi felt it was necessary to explain that an article has its ups and downs, and there will always be a moment of indifference as a way to pave the way for the next climax. How could this be just trying to make up the word count?
What? Wanzi covered her chest and cried bitterly. Is there no plot development in each chapter now? Roar~~ burst into tears~~~ (Writing a novel is difficult, writing a novel that satisfies everyone is even harder, Wanzi resents ing) (