It's not the prince. The prince's face is warm, but the face under her hands is cold and refreshing.
The window was opened, and a ray of orange light fell on him. His frosty face did not feel warm at all under the sun.
It's him!
Murong Canghai.
Her warm palm pressed against his cheek, and he felt a soft touch, and the cold heart in his heart seemed to melt a little.
There was a sudden movement in his heart, as if with hope, he raised his hand and held her palm in his big palm, and asked slowly -
"Tell me, who are you thinking of?"
Su Yueming wanted to pull her hand back, but her eyes were dancing with fire, and she said, "I think of many people, many, many people, the prince, grandmother, eldest lady, Su Baixi, many, many."
He held her hand tighter, pulled her into his arms with his big hands, and hugged her. Leng Mei's voice sounded very deep, and said, "When you get better, I will take you around. Come on, take this bowl first."
Drink the medicine."
Without any explanation, he held her in his arms domineeringly and fed her medicine.
Looking at the spoon handed to her lips, Su Yueming blushed, broke away twice, and said, "I can do it myself."
"No, I want to feed you." He stubbornly asked her to open her mouth. There was no other way. She paused and had to open her lips, and the bitter potion flowed into her throat——
"Well, it's bitter."
It was so painful that she frowned and shuddered all over. She was unwilling to open her mouth for the rest of the medicine, "I'll drink it later."
His eyes flashed, and cunning flames burned in his dark eyes.
He raised his head, poured all the medicine in the bowl into his mouth, then lowered his head, blocked her lips, and skillfully pried her lips apart with the tip of his tongue.
"Well..." Su Yueming's mind went blank for a moment, and his mouth opened slightly. It wasn't until he felt a hint of bitterness again that he realized what he was doing.
She took out her hand to push him away, but he held her tighter and fed all the potion into her mouth. Then his lips kissed her neck from her mouth bit by bit like raindrops.
, on her ears and cheeks, causing her whole body to tremble.
His kisses became more and more intimate, each time they fell, they were heavily imprinted, and little bits of his marks were shed on her body.
His breathing became heavier and heavier, uncontrollable.
While kissing, he asked, "How can I be there in your dreams?" If you listen carefully, there is a subtle hint of loss and...expectation in his voice.
She turned her head and did not look at him. She said that in this life, she would not be emotional or express love. How did she come and how did she leave?
"Leave." So she said, her lips visibly trembling as she spoke.
His eyes darkened, and he put on that cold and frightening expression again, holding her shoulders, and said cruelly——
"Impossible, you can never leave me. Su Yueming can only be mine." These words were obviously overbearing and unreasonable, but they sounded like a thrilling confession.
"Why!" He was so arrogant, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, she said, "You already have a princess, the wedding robe was sent here today, you are about to get married, you will break that woman's heart.
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Murong Canghai rubbed a scar on the back of her hand and said, "Nothing will happen without her."
"But..." She wanted to say something else, but suddenly his head fell on her lap.