Chapter 107 Bullying

Ning'er, who had always been dignified and gentle, now had her hair slightly loose and messy.

Her originally fair cheeks had already turned crimson from the smell of alcohol, and even her earlobes and slender neck were a seductive pink.

Her body was slightly tilted, leaning softly on the brocade cushion, looking completely defenseless and vulnerable.

Seeing this scene, Xie Jinglan felt angry, but also had an indescribable pity.

He took a few steps forward, easily picked up the soft and fragrant body, and held it tightly in his arms.

Wen Ning dimly saw that it was the Marquis who had come. She moaned unconsciously, tilted her head, and naturally leaned on his solid chest. She found a comfortable position and stopped moving.

Xie Jinglan raised his eyes and looked directly at Xiao Jinyu who was frantically trying to appease his princess.

"Oh, could it be that His Royal Highness Prince Chen was at a disadvantage at the wine table yesterday, and feeling resentful, he asked the princess to come and get my Ning'er drunk today?"

Xiao Jinyu was being pulled by his own princess' sleeve and scolded, and he had no way to defend himself after hearing what she said.

He looked up and met Xie Jinglan's accusatory eyes, and could only wave his hands in pain.

"I can't explain the current situation clearly at the moment. I'll explain it later. For now... let's just go our separate ways!"

Xie Jinglan said no more, but held the person in his arms tighter. When he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly stopped.

In a hurry, he just rode a horse and forgot to prepare a carriage.

The wind was blowing fiercely outside, and Ning'er was already afraid of the cold after drinking. If he carried her on horseback like this, she would definitely get sick from the cold.

He turned to look at Xiao Jinyu, and said in a slightly slower tone, "Your Highness, please prepare a carriage for us."

Xiao Jinyu nodded quickly and said, "Of course, I'll have someone arrange it right away."

The coachman who drove them back to the mansion was the same coachman who brought them here.

This time he had learned from his previous experience, and he held the reins firmly in his hands, letting the wheels move slowly on the bluestone street.

Inside the carriage, Xie Jinglan held Wen Ning tightly in his arms, wrapping her tightly in a large fox fur cloak, leaving only her flushed little face exposed.

The body of the person in his arms was unusually soft due to being drunk, and an unusual warmth came through the clothes.

She seemed to be sleeping uneasy, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and she would unconsciously murmur an indistinct mutter from time to time, or rub against his arms uncomfortably.

Xie Jinglan tightened his fingertips and shouted coldly to the outside: "Hurry up!"

The groom was startled and quickly whipped his whip, and the two horses immediately trotted away.

After getting off the carriage, Xie Jinglan carried Wen Ning all the way through the corridors of the marquis's mansion and went straight into his inner room. He gently placed her on his wide step-out bed.

As soon as she fell into the soft and masculine quilt, Wen Ning woke up a little.

She sat up, her long eyelashes trembled, and her watery eyes looked around unfocused.

Then she gently patted the quilt beneath her with her little hands, raised her flushed face, and said in a soft voice, "This... this is the Marquis's bed!"

Xie Jinglan, who was standing in front of the bed and about to lean over to check, saw her like this and said with an unwavering fondness, "Yes, it's my bed."

The servants quickly brought hot water and hangover soup.

Xie Jinglan gestured for them to leave, changed into his pajamas, wrung out the hot towel himself, and gently wiped her hands and face.

Then he helped the limp girl up and slowly fed her the sobering soup.

Wen Ning frowned, but still finished drinking it in a daze.

The man took off her coat and saw that she was wearing a moon-white satin shirt with the collar loosely open, revealing half of her fair neck, and below was the round curve outlined by the tube top.

The waist was so thin that it could be grasped in one hand. The soft satin material swirled around the sunken waist and then spread out smoothly, outlining a round and soft undulation on the hip line.

But she leaned against the railing weakly, her whole body limp, her arms softly wrapped around his neck, and she almost hung on him.

Xie Jinglan's breathing suddenly became heavier, his jawline was extremely tense, and dark colors surged in his eyes.

He really thought a lot about it.

But his remaining rationality told him that Ning'er was drunk and unconscious at the moment. If he took advantage of her, when she woke up tomorrow and remembered this incident, she would probably be even more afraid and resentful of him and would never pay any attention to him again.

He suppressed the rage that was about to spread across the land, took a deep breath, and with somewhat stiff movements peeled off the soft body that kept teasing him, and placed it on the inside of the bed.

Just as he laid her down on the quilt, he leaned over her and tucked the corners of the quilt for her.

Wen Ning opened her eyes hazily, and happened to meet the man's face that was close to her, suppressing his turbulent emotions, and his bottomless black eyes.

This extremely oppressive posture instantly evoked fragments of memories in the thatched hut.

In addition, the drunkenness magnified all emotions, and Shen Yunshu's words "teach him a lesson" and "don't forgive him easily" suddenly exploded in her chaotic mind!

Yes! She is still mad at him!

Very angry!

She thought that the man was going to do to her something that she was afraid of but unable to resist, and grievance, fear and a courage that came from nowhere suddenly surged into her heart.

“Ugh…no!”

She suddenly burst into tears, tears falling like beads from a broken string, and at the same time she clenched her weak little fists and pounded on his strong shoulders, "You want to bully me again... I don't want to..."

Her beating was like tickling to Xie Jinglan, but the sudden tears and accusations made him panic instantly. He subconsciously wanted to step away and explain, "Ning'er, I..."

Unexpectedly, this moment of his slight relaxation gave the "drunkard" an opportunity to take advantage of him.

Wen Ning didn't know where the brute force came from, perhaps it was an outburst of extreme emotions, and she pushed hard!

Xie Jinglan was caught off guard, and he had no idea that she would resist, so she pushed him backwards and he fell onto the bed.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Wen Ning climbed up awkwardly and shakily, then sat on his legs and pressed him under her!

She rode on him, her face flushed and her eyes tearful, and she panted and complained, "Why, why... the Marquis always... always bullies me!"

This sentence was like thunder, which made Xie Jinglan forget what to do for a moment.

He only subconsciously supported her unstable body, looking in amazement at the little woman riding on him and saying such shocking words.

Wen Ning was deeply drunk and her logic was confused.

Her original intention was to warn him not to bully her again, but the alcohol made her words confusing and she ended up saying that nonsense about "who is on top".

The man stared at her drunken face with a heavy gaze. Besides being extremely shocked, his eyes were also filled with a deeper fire that was quietly aroused by these words.

His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was hoarse, not like his own.

"Ning'er... do you know what you are saying?"