Looking at Zhu Yu like this, Lu Xiaoyun always felt like she had been deceived by him.
But upon closer reflection, I realized that what he said made sense.
In any case, both her room and this room in Feixue Garden have soft couches.
Surely Zhu Yu isn't sleepwalking all the time, carrying people to bed every day.
Speaking of the soft couch, Lu Xiaoyun glanced around the room and said, "Huh, where's the soft couch? I remember I had Yuan Xiu bring one here."
Zhu Yu's eyes darted around: "Oh, well, I don't know what happened to that soft couch. One of its legs suddenly broke off this afternoon. I had Yuan Xiu move it to the main kitchen to use as firewood."
Lu Xiaoyun: "..." I don't believe you for a second.
She crossed her arms and leaned to the side to look at Zhu Yu.
Zhu Yu felt guilty: "Lu Xiaoyun, why are you looking at me like that? Everything I said is true. If you don't believe me, ask Yuan Xiu. I even saw an ant nest under the soft couch. It's probably termites."
"Yes, termites. You know these termites must be burned to death, otherwise they could hollow out my entire Prince An's mansion."
Lu Xiaoyun: "..." Hehe, if there are termites in the Prince An's mansion, then Yuan Xiu's job as steward is over.
So she raised an eyebrow at him and said, "Alright, then we'll sleep in the front yard tonight. Surely there aren't termites in the soft couch in your room, Prince An's room."
Zhu Yu's eyes continued to dart around: "Just in case, I had Yuan Xiu take all the soft couches in the Prince An's mansion and burn them as firewood."
Lu Xiaoyun: "..."
You, Prince An, are rich and powerful!
"Your Highness, Your Highness, the newly prepared feast has arrived. Shall we serve the meal now?" Jiang Chuan asked softly from outside the house.
"Place it," Lu Xiaoyun said curtly.
Zhu Yu shuddered. Judging from her voice, she was angry.
With a heavy heart, he figured he might as well try again since he'd already lost face today. Besides, losing face was nothing compared to winning Lu Xiaoyun's heart.
So Zhu Yu carefully tugged at a corner of Lu Xiaoyun's clothes and swayed it back and forth, striking a pose of coquettish femininity.
Lu Xiaoyun immediately broke out in goosebumps all over her body: "Zhu Yu, what are you doing?"
"Oh, Your Highness!"
Lu Xiaoyun felt a chill run down her spine and immediately jumped back, saying, "Zhu Yu, you're a grown man, speak properly!"
Zhu Yu was slowly tugging at Lu Xiaoyun's clothes when she jumped, immediately causing him to fall over.
Just as the man was about to fall to the ground, Lu Xiaoyun grabbed Zhu Yu's waist and pulled him towards her chest.
That's my own body. My back injury has only just healed. If it falls to the ground, it'll definitely tear my skin open again.
Zhu Yu's lips curled into a sly smile. He knew that Lu Xiaoyun was worried about him and didn't want him to fall.
He only tripped a little; if he, a mighty war god, had fallen to the ground like that, he would have died eight hundred times over.
But Lu Xiaoyun, well, look how nervous she is.
"Are you alright?" Lu Xiaoyun put her large hand around Zhu Yu's waist, feeling that his waist was so slender that it could not be grasped with one hand, and it felt soft to the touch.
Zhu Yu felt a hot hand on his waist, as if it were touching his body through his clothes, causing him to stiffen slightly.
Zhu Yu wasn't about to let go of the benefits he'd worked so hard for.
So he leaned forward and buried himself in Lu Xiaoyun's arms, also hugging her slender waist.
Lu Xiaoyun's lips twitched, and she looked down: "What are you doing?"
Zhu Yu blinked and looked up, and their four lips brushed together.
Lu Xiaoyun's mind went blank for a moment, and she almost lost the ability to think.
Their soft lips were held together like magnets, inseparable.
Their eyes met, their hearts pounded, and their breaths mingled.
Not satisfied with just a gentle touch, Zhu Yu tiptoed and slowly climbed up Lu Xiaoyun's neck with his hands that were on her waist. He closed his eyes and kissed her lips with infinite tenderness, gently sucking and softly nibbling.
She even forgot that she was a girl at this moment, and tried to pry open Lu Xiaoyun's lips and teeth to deepen the kiss.
Lu Xiaoyun felt Zhu Yu's heartbeat, which was strong and surging along with her own. Her mind cleared instantly, and her heart began to churn with unease. She remembered the promise she had made to Ayan when she first arrived.
He said that a man like Zhu Yu is not worth it!
Once they were switched back, she divorced him, left the Prince An's mansion, and left Shengjing City.
Thinking of this, Lu Xiaoyun immediately turned her head away, their red lips parted, and she pulled Zhu Yu away from her chest, only to find that Zhu Yu was holding her waist tightly.
Zhu Yu chuckled softly, looked up at the blushing woman in front of him, and licked his lips with his tongue.
Mmm, it's sweet.
Lu Xiaoyun's heart trembled. She looked down at the slightly flushed face of the petite man in her arms. His eyes shone with an unusual light, like the most brilliant star in the night sky, dazzling and captivating, staring intently at her.
She saw her reflection in Zhu Yu's dark, star-like eyes; her cheeks were flushed, and the tips of her ears were as red as if dripping blood.
"Zhu, Zhu Yu, you, you promised me." Lu Xiaoyun's voice was hoarse.
Zhu Yu looked at Lu Xiaoyun with a blank expression, his voice extremely hoarse: "Agree to what?"
"And, divorce..."
Zhu Yu awkwardly released Lu Xiaoyun: "I don't remember."
Lu Xiaoyun's lips twitched: "Zhu Yu, you have a photographic memory!"
Zhu Yu shrugged: "Yes, but the key is that I'm not Zhu Yu now. Otherwise, ask the people outside, besides Ayan, who would think I'm Prince An, Zhu Yu?"
Lu Xiaoyun: "..."
This guy has even learned to be a scoundrel.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, dinner is ready," Jiang Chuan called out again from outside.
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