The carriage was already gleaming with crimson light and extremely luxurious, but how could all this compare to the elegance of the plain-faced man in the white jade dress.
That jade face without any trace of makeup is breathtakingly beautiful.
Yaoyao peach and plum blossoms, shining brightly!
It's so beautiful that it makes people crazy, and any man who sees it will definitely fall in love with her.
Wu Mei's eyes widened and she couldn't believe it.
Such a beautiful woman who only appeared in paintings was leaning on her master's arms like a bird.
As for her master, King Qin, his face was gentle as she had never seen before, and his eyes were filled with a shocking heat.
The curtain blown by the wind fell gently again, covering Wu Mei's stunned sight.
The carriage slowly started to leave, but Wu Mei still couldn't recover from the shock for a long time.
That woman...who is it?
Then...are they still their master who is pure-hearted and has no desires?
In the carriage, Ye Youlan, who was sleeping soundly in Jun Ziqian's arms, was sleeping soundly as if the alcohol had dissipated.
But I still slept restlessly.
The usually sweet and innocent little girl was as charming as a demon at this moment, her hot cheek rubbing against his neck.
His slender arms wrapped around Jun Ziqian's neck, and he exhaled like blue on the side of his neck.
Inside the carriage, the narrow gap was dimly lit.
The beauty in his arms and the warm fragrance of nephrite disturbed his thoughts.
He wanted to push her away and let her go, but his hands unconsciously hugged her tighter and pressed closer to him.
Jun Ziqian closed his eyes and breathed slightly.
A blur of emotion seeped into his heart, and Jun Ziqian's Adam's apple twitched. After a moment, he opened his eyes, and his eyes became clearer.
He lowered his head and stared at the little girl in front of him, who was barely past the age of hair extensions, and his eyes fell on her stunningly beautiful face.
He raised his hand and pinched her jade-like face to make sure it was indeed the little girl's real face, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
This little girl has so many faces, one face after another, it's almost impossible to tell which one is her real face.
Every time, he thought that was the real her, but his understanding was refreshed again and again.
His thin lips pursed slightly, his eyes gradually darkened, and he sighed helplessly.
What's wrong with you?
I have always been cool and self-possessed, but why did all my persistence go to waste in front of the little girl?
I just want to devote everything I have to protecting her in my arms.
He just wanted to lock her with him for the rest of his life.
But there was another voice resisting in his heart.
It can't be like this! It can't be like this!
This is my adopted sister, my younger sister!
You can't do this!
His eyes were just a little clearer, and the little girl in his arms gave a sweet and angry voice, moved forward, and retracted into his arms.
Jun Ziqian suddenly became speechless, but there was nothing he could do to her.
But I heard the little girl murmuring in her sleep, her delicate lips murmuring softly: "Brother Yanzhi..."
Her bright red cheeks are uniquely seductive, pure and lustful.
There was a buzz in my head.
Jun Ziqian froze, his handsome eyes narrowed, and all kinds of emotions suddenly surged in his chest, almost drowning his reason.
They were so close that each other's breaths entwined.
The little girl was lying in his arms, and the delicious fragrance from her body was carried bit by bit in the air to Jun Ziqian's nose.
It's obviously a fresh smell, but it's like rosemary that's bewitching people, uncontrollably violent.
Her eyelashes are as close as a cattail leaf.
She pursed her pink lips and breathed into his neck.
For a moment, it was as if his mind was bewitched, something was guiding him, guiding his instincts, and he was stupidly emotional.
The longing accumulated in Jun Ziqian's heart is almost ready to burst into the clouds.
His face came closer little by little, almost kissing her.