Chapter 31 Don't Move...

The men and women were so excited to meet Prince Ning, Zhao Fangye, that they even thought of ways to win the prince's favor.

However, he never expected that as soon as he entered the palace, not only did he not see Zhao Fangye, but he was also taken to a side room and locked up.

Everyone was panicked for a moment, as it was rumored that Zhao Fangye was the Jade-faced Rakshasa of the northwest.

We don't know what they will do if we lock them up in there.

They all came here with the dream of rapid advancement in their careers, but the current situation is not even a dream.

It had been several days since they entered the mansion, and Zhao Fangye had not shown up once.

Not only was there no one to serve them the simple meals they had every day, but even the living quarters were small and cramped. This feeling soon became unbearable for them.

These young masters and young ladies, even though they did not come from prominent families, had never suffered such injustice, and one after another they clamored to see the prince.

The guard at the door said sarcastically, "The prince is busy accompanying the princess, how can he have time to see you! Don't you think about your own worth?"

In the study.

Ever since Song Huaixi complained about the cold last time, several stoves were added around the study.

What's burning in the furnace is silver frost charcoal that's worth a fortune, made from refined fine pine wood. Not only does it not produce smoke, it also has a light fragrance.

It was freezing cold outside, but inside the house it was as warm as early spring.

Zhao Fangye was sitting at a desk nearby, looking at documents. There was a smaller table next to him. He ordered someone to prepare it specifically for Song Huaixi.

At this moment, Song Huaixi was holding a pen and concentrating on writing Zhao Fangye's name.

One of them handles the paperwork while the other copies the words. Quietly without interfering with each other.

After a while, Song Huaixi raised his head from the paper and felt a pain in his neck.

She turned her head to look at Zhao Fangye who was handling documents, stood up, walked to his side and squeezed into his arms.

Holding the document, he glanced at him calmly, then raised one hand to make it easier for him to squeeze in.

Song Huaixi immediately crawled in from under his arms and sat on Zhao Fangye's lap with ease and a calm expression.

Leaning on his warm and solid chest, Song Huaixi finally felt relieved. She sat quietly in his arms without moving.

Zhao Fangye had a smile in his eyes, knowing that this person was just bored and came here to stick to him and act coquettishly. Seeing myself busy and yet sensibly sitting quietly waiting.

He quickly read the document in his hand and placed it on the desk. Zhao Fangye put his arm around his waist: "What's wrong? Are you tired of writing?"

"Would you like some snacks?" She reached out and took the snacks prepared on the side and placed them in front of him.

The plate contained some not-too-sweet pastries, as well as dough fruits, sweet and sour preserved fruits and the like, all made according to Song Huaixi's preferences.

These things would never appear in the study in the past.

After Song Huaixi came, there were more and more things in the study. His brightly colored cape, hand-warming muffs, favorite snacks, and favorite tea. There are also picture books brought from the bedroom.

They are scattered around the study, which is out of place with the cold and serious study, but adds a bit of breath of life.

Shaking his head, Song Huaixi pushed the snack away. He doesn't want to eat yet.

Holding him, Zhao Fangye didn't understand what he was going to do: "What's the matter? Are you bored? Do you want to go out and play?"

"don't want."

Song Huaixi just wanted to stick to him. She found an excuse to hand him her hand, with a sly look in her eyes, and said coquettishly, "My hands are sore."

Knowing that he did it on purpose, Zhao Fangye did not expose him. She lovingly placed his hand in her palm and rubbed his base and knuckles carefully: "Are you still sore?"

Song Huaixi was very impolite and enjoyed his massage: "It's still sore."

A light laugh came from above his head, and Song Huaixi noticed that the hands were gradually moving towards his waist. I wanted to stop it but it was too late.

"Huai Xi has been writing for so long, your waist must be sore. Let me give it a massage."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhao Fangye's hands wandered around his waist, and his fingers pinched the soft flesh on his waist, causing him to feel itchy.

Song Huaixi begged for mercy and twisted on his legs: "It doesn't hurt anymore...hahaha...it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Zhao Fangye was so stimulated by his actions that his body stiffened. He reached out and held his restless body in his arms.

His eyes darkened and his breathing became heavier: "Don't move..."

"itch..."

Song Huaixi complained with dissatisfaction, and his fair face smiled brightly because of the itch. Looking back at Zhao Fangye, his eyes were flickering.

He didn't want to move either.

My heart skipped a beat when he looked at me, and I loosened the shackles around his waist. The slender fingers lifted his pointed chin.

The handsome face slowly approached, and their breaths intertwined. The air suddenly became ambiguous.

Song Huaixi knew what he was going to do, and without waiting for him to get close, she took the initiative to hold Zhao Fangye's face and put her lips close to his.

Zhao Fangye couldn't dodge in time, and their warm lips touched. Song Huaixi's movements were a little immature, but they were enough to arouse Zhao Fangye's interest.

Reaching out to touch his earlobe, I pressed his head towards me to take the initiative and deepen the kiss. Zhao Fangye's kiss was hot and strong. Song Huaixi couldn't resist it. She grabbed the collar of his shirt on his chest and hummed for mercy.

Little did they know that this would only lead to a more fierce attack.

After the kiss, Song Huaixi covered her mouth and punched his chest in dissatisfaction, saying coquettishly, "It hurts."

She reached out and stroked his red lips, her eyes dark. Zhao Fangye restrained his inner emotions.

"It's my fault. I hurt Huaixi."

He was no longer satisfied with just playing this superficial kissing game with Song Huaixi, but when he met his clear eyes. Zhao Fangye could only suppress the desire that was rising in his heart.

Who told his little princess to be a fool who hasn't figured things out yet?

"Hmph!" Song Huaixi grabbed the collar of his shirt, pouting her lips, and said dissatisfiedly: "I say this every time you hurt me. I don't believe you anymore!"

After being kissed recently, Song Huaixi always felt that Zhao Fangye was not as gentle as before. It looked like he wanted to eat him up. Every time after kissing him his mouth feels numb.

Zhao Fangye would sometimes bite his neck, leaving a circle of teeth marks on his neck. Song Huaixi was startled and felt like it really wanted to eat him.

Looking down at his watery eyes, I saw a sense of childishness and innocence. Zhao Fangye couldn't help but gently touch his lips again: "I was wrong, Huai Xi will punish me."

Song Huaixi thought for a moment, put the pen in his hand, and spread out the paper: "I'll punish you to write my name! Finish writing all the paper!"

In his opinion, writing until his neck hurts is a good punishment.

Zhao Fangye couldn't help laughing after hearing this and wondered what kind of punishment this was. It's more like acting like a spoiled child.

"good."

He picked up the pen and started writing attentively. Halfway through, Song Huaixi saw that he wrote beautifully. I forgot that this was a punishment and insisted that I should write too.

Zhao Fangye curled the corners of his lips slightly, held him in his arms and taught him to write step by step.

Leaning on the warm chest, the little hand was held by the big palm and left sharp handwriting on the paper. The three words "Song Huaixi" appear on the paper.

"It's so beautiful!" Song Huaixi couldn't let go of the calligraphy and smiled sweetly.

He picked out a few sheets of paper from the stack, folded them and put them in his own small box.

There were already many words on the wooden box, most of which were Zhao Fangye’s name. Only a few were named after himself.

But no matter how many pictures there were, Song Huaixi still collected them like treasures.

Adjutant Sun walked in and saw the two of them being very intimate. He lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, those people are clamoring to see you."