As soon as he finished speaking, Yu turned around to look at Wen Yu, then disappeared in a flash.

Lin Yuzhi's eyes dimmed.

Maybe he was impulsive.

The current situation makes him seem aggressive.

But it was clearly him that the princess summoned to her bed and wanted to eat, so how could he choose to give in just because of Yu Yi?

How long had he waited for this promise?

He really waited too long...

Lin Yuzhi's eyes fell on Wen Yu, then he slowly walked forward and squatted beside the bed.

Wen Yu reached out and touched his cheek, and said calmly, "I really got physical just now, which is not something you would do. Prime Minister, where is your calmness and self-control?"

Lin Yuzhi lowered his eyes for a moment and whispered, "Princess, are you blaming me for driving Yu Yi away?"

He raised his eyes and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. "Princess, can you only see Yu Yi's grievance and loss, but not mine?"

Lin Yuzhi held Wen Yu's hand, kissed her fingertips, pursed his lips gently, and looked at her without blinking.

"It was me whom the princess summoned to her bed, wasn't it?"

Wen Yu pulled her hand away, lifted his chin, and gently touched his jaw with her fingertips, which felt a little itchy. Lin Yuzhi lowered his eyelids slightly and let her do what she wanted. His eyelashes cast a thick shadow.

"Is it still snowing outside?" Wen Yu suddenly asked.

Lin Yuzhi didn't know why Wen Yu suddenly asked this, but he still replied: "Princess, I won't go down."

"Are you afraid of the cold?" Wen Yu asked again.

"I'm afraid the princess won't favor me." His tone was very serious.

Lin Yuzhi held Wen Yu's wrist, moved it slowly upwards, and then clasped his fingers together.

He really liked the feeling of interlocking fingers with the princess, as if he could feel a dense net filled with the princess's scent wrapping and tightening him layer by layer, and their two hearts were pressed together, trembling in sync in the silence.

Wen Yu curled her lips slightly, stretched out her hand to untie his belt, and threw it at the end of the bed, "If you are not afraid of the cold, go outside and get some snow in."

Lin Yu was startled, but reluctantly let go of Wen Yu's hand and stood up obediently, "What do you want the snow for, Princess? How much do you need?"

Wen Yu played with the end of her hair playfully. "See how much you can do. It's for you anyway, so you decide."

Lin Yuzhi: ...

A strange look flashed across his face, but he quickly put it away and turned away.

Wen Yu laughed out loud when she saw him trying to pretend to be calm.

Lin Yuzhi heard it, paused for a moment, and then returned to normal. Although there was a cold wind outside the hall, his whole body was hot, and his throat was slightly dry.

After he collected the clean white snow with the glass cup, he pushed open the door of the palace and saw Wen Yu sitting leisurely at the dining table, with her chin propped up, waiting for him.

On the square table on the small couch not far away, there was a plate of Wen Yu's favorite pear cake.

I don't know when she changed into a thin white gauze dress, through which her dazzlingly white arms and the two mandarin ducks embroidered on her red bellyband could be vaguely seen.

Lin Yuzhi: ...

He subconsciously looked away, then quickly looked back again, his gaze gradually fixed and became bold.

He had seen the beauty of the study in the Damei Palace that day, and even desecrated it, so there was no need to avoid it.

The charcoal basin in the hall was burning brightly, occasionally making crackling sounds.

"How long do you want to see it?" Wen Yu raised her eyebrows.

Lin Yuzhi: ...

When he came to his senses, he realized that he had been standing there staring at Wen Yu for a long time.

His eyes moved and he put the glass cup and the pear cake together.

"Princess, do you think there is enough snow?"

Wen Yu glanced at it casually: "It's just a side dish."

As she spoke, she stood up, put her hands on Lin Yuzhi's shoulders, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

The moment Wen Yu approached, Lin Yuzhi subconsciously closed his eyes with emotion and wanted to take a step closer.

But he didn't expect Wen Yu to just taste it briefly and then separate. Lin Yuzhi couldn't help but lean forward slightly, wanting to kiss her again, but failed.

He opened his eyes in a daze, with a hint of loss in his eyes.

But he didn't expect that the next second Wen Yu gently pulled his clothes and pushed him down on the dining table.

Lin Yu subconsciously supported himself with his hands, leaning against the edge of the dining table, and looked down at Wen Yu.

"Princess?"

The two of them were very close, Wen Yu placed her palm on his open chest, stroking it slightly, her hands were not serious, but her tone was serious: "Shh... don't talk, this princess wants to eat."

As she spoke, she unbuttoned Lin Yuzhi's trousers, took off all his clothes and threw them on the ground.

Lin Yuzhi's gradually exposed body was like a terrifying thousand-year-old cold jade, or like the clear snow on a high mountain, not like an ordinary thing in the world.

And this cold jade and clear snow belong to only one person.

Lin Yuzhi drooped his eyes slightly, without any resistance, allowing Wen Yu to do whatever she wanted.

His face looked calm, but his slightly disordered and rapid breathing exposed the turmoil in his heart. He closed his eyes, hiding all the emotions in them, and then stared straight at Wen Yu.

Wen Yu teased, and suddenly laughed: "Prime Minister Lin, when you first met this princess, did you think that there would be such a scene in the future?"

Lin Yuzhi: ...

Wen Yu pressed him down on the dining table, picked up the white snow in the glass cup with her fingertips, and slowly smeared it on his chest. The cold touch made his fingers tremble with gratitude, and he clenched his fists instantly.

Lin Yuzhi's body temperature was very high. The snow stayed on him for less than two breaths before melting into water droplets and sliding down his chest.

Wen Yu gave her a gentle kiss.

Lin Yuzhi's Adam's apple rolled: "Princess..."

Wen Yu was very serious: "Food can't talk."

Lin Yuzhi: ...

Wen Yu smeared a layer of snow downwards as a punishment.

Lin Yuzhi: ...

He frowned impatiently for an instant, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether the feeling was cold or hot.

The snow is icy, but the princess is not.