Jiang You smiled and looked at Yan Zhantian. The way he tried to escape was so cute.
The red eyes after being bullied are also particularly endearing.
If the palace door wasn't about to be locked, she really didn't want to let him go so soon.
"Your Majesty, if you don't get up, do you plan to spend the night in the palace?" Jiang You's voice was calm with a hint of joy that could not be ignored.
Yan Zhantian opened his eyes and looked at the woman who exuded an aura of contentment, feeling secretly annoyed.
Damn it, why is her technique so skillful?
Why is it that I am the only one addicted to it, but she remains sober?
Jiang held Yan Zhantian's hand again and pulled hard. Yan Zhantian was pulled up by her in a daze.
"Your Majesty, it's time to go home." Jiang dragged him down again.
Yan Zhantian's legs were still weak and he was half leaning on her, with complicated eyes.
I didn't wipe it carefully in the dark, and there was still some residue on my body, which was a bit sticky and not that comfortable.
Yan Zhantian felt extremely awkward. He was helped out of the palace by Jiang You and got on the carriage back to the palace. He subconsciously shrank to the corner farthest from Jiang You, his eyes filled with accusations as if facing a powerful enemy.
"Your Majesty is great." Jiang You felt that ordinary boys were unwilling to beg for mercy or cry over this matter. In order to appease him, she had a gentle look on her face, encouragement in her eyes, and did not hesitate to praise.
This compliment did not comfort Yan Zhantian. His face was distorted for a moment, and his expression was hard to describe.
Why is this happening?
What went wrong?
Where is the sweet and soft wife we promised? Why are you so brave and dare to do this and that to him in the palace without any shame on your face?
What kind of woman was she during her lifetime? Or was she not a woman at all?
The more Yan Zhantian thought about it, the more likely he felt that the other party was a big-footed man.
Seeing that Yan Zhantian still looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, Jiang frowned again: "Your Majesty, you don't like it?"
Yan Zhantian said nothing, he was disgusted by his imagination.
Jiang sighed again: "Forget it if the prince doesn't like it, I won't do it again in the future."
Jiang looked away from him again, returning to his previous calm and graceful state.
Yan Zhantian breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little disappointed in his heart. In fact, he didn't dislike her, she was very gentle, and he experienced unprecedented happiness, but his self-esteem did not allow him to lie under a woman, especially when she cried and begged.
It would be great if she was willing to give up this topsy-turvy affair.
However, not long ago they were close and honest with each other, even though it was one-sided. After returning to the palace, Yan Zhantian continued to sleep in the study, and Jiang was polite and distant to him, which made Yan Zhantian feel a little unspeakable aggrieved.
This woman is so cruel to him wearing pants!
However, he still had lingering fears about her method of controlling him. Yan Zhantian did not dare to question or lose his temper, so he could only hold his breath silently.
Unable to sleep, Yan Zhantian tossed and turned on the couch in the study. As soon as he closed his eyes, he recalled the scene that made his heart tremble.
Darkness can blind people's eyes, but it can amplify the five senses. That feeling is happiness that he has never experienced before. Just thinking about it makes him feel hot and wants to experience it again.
"Damn it!" Yan Zhantian stood up and beat the bed like a corpse. He took a step back and became more and more angry. Why did she treat him like this and so, but in the end she turned against him and became merciless?
Yan Zhantian couldn't bear this tone and had to give it back no matter what, it was only fair!
Yan Zhantian was so excited that he had forgotten the shame of crying and begging under Jiang You. He came to the east courtyard angrily, pushed away the maid who came to stop him, and kicked the door open...
Then Lord War King succeeded in crying until his voice became hoarse.
The maids outside the door all blushed when they heard the commotion inside. The water in the small kitchen was boiled three times, and the commotion in the house did not stop until the sixth watch.
The maid blushed and thought: Your Majesty is so brave.
Jiang was satisfied: The little crying bag delivered to his door smelled so good.
Yan Zhantian buried his head in the pillow and let Jiang apply ointment on him again, thinking vaguely: Why did it become like this again?