Sang Liwan didn't remember how long Jun Moyi had been tossing her back and forth. She only felt that Jun Moyi's physical strength was frightening when he stopped pretending to be paralyzed.

In the end, she even begged him in a soft voice, asking him to let her go.

However, what he got in return was a more "ferocious" Jun Moyi.

Sang Liwan was furious. She opened her mouth and bit his shoulder, accusing him fiercely, "Jun Moyi, you liar, you are still bullying me now."

But Jun Moyi kept moving, and didn't feel that the injury on his shoulder had any effect on him.

In fact, the redness at the corners of the eyes is deeper.

"I'm a liar, so am I not apologizing to Wanwan now?"

Sang Liwan was so angry that she scratched his back with her nails again.

"How are you apologizing?"

"Isn't it?" Jun Moyi tilted his head, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, but he really stopped, as if thinking about Sang Liwan's words.

Sang Liwan didn't expect that after he stopped moving, it felt like millions of ants were crawling on her body, which made her even more unbearable.

This time, Jun Moyi stopped moving, but she started moving instead.

She continued to cry, "Jun Moyi, you've gone too far."

Jun Moyi suppressed the smile in his heart and reached out to wipe away the sweat on Sang Liwan's forehead. "Wanwan, didn't you say that I was bullying you?"

Sang Liwan's voice was filled with tears, "You are bullying me now."

Jun Moyi chuckled and leaned over, pecking her cheek lightly, "Do you want it or not?"

Sang Liwan turned his head away, unwilling to utter the shameful words.

However, Jun Moyi was extremely patient and did not rush her. He just waited quietly. During this time, he did not forget to slowly grind her down, causing her remaining sanity to collapse bit by bit.

Finally, Sang Liwan couldn't bear it anymore and clung to Jun Moyi's arm and admitted, "Yes."

But Jun Moyi was still not satisfied, "What does Wanwan want?"

Now, Sang Liwan was completely furious.

While Jun Moyi was not paying attention, she used her hands and feet on one side to hook most of the man's body, exerted all her strength, and flipped him over.

The two of them switched positions in an instant.

Jun Moyi didn't expect that his carelessness would lead to Sang Liwan's counterattack. He lay on the soft bed, looking at Sang Liwan riding on him, with tenderness in his eyes.

He even remembered to hold Sang Liwan's waist with both hands, fearing that she would move too much and fall accidentally.

"Wanwan, can't you wait?"

As he spoke, he used his fingers to outline the curve of Sang Liwan's waist. The slender waist that could be held in one hand made Jun Moyi's breathing become a little heavy.

Sang Liwan lowered her head and bit his Adam's apple, "Jun Moyi, did I tell you that you are very nagging?"

Jun Moyi chuckled: "Little wild cat, your claws and teeth are quite sharp."

Sang Liwan narrowed her eyes, "Jun Moyi, I haven't dealt with you about your leg yet, are you sure you want to continue to provoke me?"

Jun Moyi's expression didn't change, but the arc of his mouth became even wider. "This is my first time with Wanwan, I can't have any regrets, including my own performance."

Sang Liwan was so angry that she laughed at his shameless words.

She wanted to say something else, but Jun Moyi deliberately used some strength, which made her body soften and fall on Jun Moyi.

He deliberately moved his knees. "Wanwan, are you sure you want to continue discussing my legs with me at this time?"

Sang Liwan gritted her teeth and said, "Jun Moyi, you bad boy."

Jun Moyi was not annoyed after being scolded, and still had a smile on his face, "It's not a good habit to say one thing and mean another. I know that Wanwan has been coveting me in her heart for a long time, right?"

Sang Liwan was stunned. She had no idea what Jun Moyi meant by this sentence, but Jun Moyi's next strong action made her lose her mind in an instant.

"There are some things that are not the time to discuss now."

In the end, Sang Liwan cried and begged Jun Moyi to let her go.

Jun Moyi was also in a very bad mood. He pursed his lips tightly and said, "Wanwan, don't hide."

I don’t know how long it took, but the noise in the house finally stopped.

Outside the house, Qingshui didn't know what was going on. He just waited at the door, feeling a little anxious.

"Why haven't the prince and princess come out yet? The medicine has been heated several times."

However, the expression on Yan Hui's face was extremely unnatural.

He was not like Qingshui, a little maid who knew no martial arts. On the contrary, he had profound skills. Even though he had hidden so far away, he could hear everything that happened in the house clearly.

Yan Hui was also shocked.

The princess has just recovered from a serious illness, isn't the master being too impatient?

Thinking back to the pale and frail face of the princess just now, he wondered if she could withstand the torture from her master.

When Yan Hui realized what he was thinking, his face turned strangely red and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to think about it anymore.

Qingshui just muttered something casually, then turned around and saw that Yanhui had a very unnatural expression on his face.

She looked curious and moved closer to Yan Hui.

"Yan Hui, what are you thinking about? Why is your face suddenly red?"

Yan Hui was already a little upset, and when Qingshui suddenly appeared in front of him, he subconsciously took a few steps back.

By the time he discovered it, Qingshui's expression had already become a little ugly.

She felt that maybe she had no sense of boundaries, and she and Yan Hui were not close enough to allow her to gossip with each other.

Thinking of this, Qingshui lowered his head somewhat dejectedly, feeling a little guilty.

However, when Yan Hui saw her like this, he felt that his unintentional actions had hurt Qingshui.

Yan Hui also felt a little guilty.

He scratched his head and felt a little tongue-tied for a moment.

"Um, Qingshui, that's not what I meant..."

However, before he could finish his words, Qingshui shook her head and said, "Don't blame you, it's me who lost my sense of proportion."

While speaking, Qingshui kept his head down and did not look at Yanhui's expression at all.

"No..." Yan Hui was about to speak when he heard the movement in the house stop. He pursed his lips and said, "I want to say that the master probably won't come out for a while. Why don't you go back and rest for a while, and I will call you when the master calls someone."

Qingshui glanced at the still-closed door and finally shook her head. "I'll go to the kitchen to look after the princess's medicine and ask Mr. Shang about it."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Seeing Qingshui's leaving back, Yanhui once again secretly hated himself for being so tongue-tied.

Also, he clearly didn't dodge when the knife came towards him, so why did he dodge when Qingshui just moved closer to him?