This kiss is undoubtedly torturous!

First, it was domineering and strong, driving straight in, rolling the tip of the tongue deep and shallow...

Jiang Ying even felt that his waist was about to be broken by Yan Zhuo.

But she was weak, and no matter how hard she resisted, she couldn't move anything.

It's like the dog is tickling the dog king.

Even if she exposed her lips and bit him, it would be of no use.

But his movements became gentler in the end, and the hand that was pinching her waist slowly moved to her shoulders. Finally, feeling that her resistance was not so fierce, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, neither loose nor tight.

The low panting sound was suppressed, "Ying'er, in your heart, you still give King Wang a point or two, right?"

He couldn't believe that someone who loved him so much could change so suddenly.

If so, he seems unable to leave her.

He couldn't imagine how worried and crazy he would be if she stood next to someone else one day.

Jiang Ying licked his lips and smelled a faint, almost non-existent smell of blood.

I can't really describe the feeling, I just felt a little emotional, "Prince, are you going to express your feelings to me?"

In fact, even if no one said it, Jiang Yingxiao was not a wooden man and could not detect it.

But I just kept avoiding it.

She felt very troubled. She didn't want to break up completely and let her son lack the company of his father. But she also felt that it was a good deal for him if she just did what Yan Zhuo wanted.

Or, she never wanted to admit it, but in fact, she was quite attractive.

Regardless of his appearance, temperament, status and position, he is definitely a perfect son-in-law.

It was just when they first met that he had a bad temper and took advantage of the fact that he was drugged to be so mean to her!

Thinking about it, Jiang Ying raised her head and stared at Yan Zhuo's handsome face, her eyes sparkling with stars, her red lips opening and closing, "What do you mean by not answering, Prince?"

"Ah..." A sigh so faint that it was almost inaudible.

Before Jiang Ying lost her temper, the man grabbed her hand and slowly pressed it against his muscular chest. "If the king didn't like you, why would you do this?"

Bang, bang…bang, bang…

The extremely hot heartbeat and the hot skin were like branding on Jiang Ying's palm.

She subconsciously wanted to pull her hand away.

How could Yan Zhuo give her another chance to escape? He covered her with his big hand, not allowing her to retreat at all. He lowered his statue-like nose to look at Jiang Ying, "If you doubt the king again, the king will just combust and burn himself to ashes. This is my determination!"

Jiang Ying looked away, not daring to look into the eyes of the man who was now too hot.

"Your Highness, you have a fever. It's normal to feel hot."

Yan Zhuo knew that she did it on purpose, just to piss him off, so he curled his lips and moved closer to her, "Isn't Ying'er a doctor? Hurry up and cool down the king..."

Jiang Ying: "..."

How could he be trying to cool her down? Was he trying to eat her up and make her dry?

But things have developed to this point, and Jiang Ying is very clear that Yan Zhuo will not stop unless he gets some benefits.

She couldn't keep wasting time in the Hu Mansion.

Concubine Chen will be waiting for her early the next morning.

Yes, Jiang Ying lowered his head and bit his tongue, then raised his head and risked it, "Okay, Prince, I believe you when you say you like me!"

Hearing this, Yan Zhuo's red eyes shone like candles, but his tone was very cautious, "Really? You are not hiding from the king on purpose?"

Jiang Ying shook his head, "I won't hide anymore."

"Are you willing to be the princess of a county?" Yan Zhuo had finally caught this opportunity, so of course he had to pursue it relentlessly and finalize the most important thing.

Otherwise, the emperor will laugh at him every time he sees him, he really deserves a beating!

Jiang Ying hesitated about this question, but finally agreed, "After a year, if the prince doesn't give up, we can get married."

Doesn't it depend on whether she acts like a demon or not that whether he gives up or not?

For the time being, she hadn't thought of any way to irritate Yan Zhuo. She thought that she had tried to drug him or something like that, but since the Dog King was so hungry now, she didn't care.

Of course, there is still a long time, Jiang Ying is not afraid of not being able to find Yan Zhuo's reverse scale.

She was forced by the situation to compromise and take expedient measures, but Yan Jue was not like that. He took it seriously, extremely seriously, and happily hugged the little woman tightly in his arms.

His strength was so great that he almost wished he could rub the opponent to his bones and blood.

"I like you, Yingying."

Yan Zhuo's voice was low and hoarse. "It has nothing to do with the child or anything else. The king just likes you as a person. He likes your confidence, intelligence, and cunning. He also likes your viciousness, arrogance, and ruthlessness. The king was wrong before. From now on, you are the only woman the king loves."

After saying that, he raised Jiang Ying's pointed pink chin with his fingertips, and his eyes crushed the starlight and friendship, and slowly pressed down on that tenderness.

Jiang Ying knew that he had to hide, otherwise all his previous efforts would be wasted and he would not be able to gain more results.

I thought to myself, it's just a kiss, it won't cost me any flesh, and it won't cause miscarriage, and he's handsome and gentle, so I might as well kiss him.

Closing her eyes, she simply enjoyed the intimacy, sex and hormones of the opposite sex.

녦……

After a while, Jiang Ying felt dizzy and weak, and his hands unconsciously hung around Yan Zhuo's tall neck...

What's going on?

It must be because the room was too stuffy and the dog king infected her with the fever, or there was too much hallucinogenic powder in the room and it moved into her brain through molecular movement!

"Hmm~" Uncontrollable panting and whimpering quietly escaped from Jiang Ying's lips.

Yan Zhuo was so excited that he was about to carry Jiang Ying to the bed when a voice came from the yard, "Huh? Why did I fall asleep? Damn it!"

"It's so late now, if the master can't find me, he will kill me!"

The effect of the drug had worn off, and Hu Xinglin's daughter woke up!

Then there was the obvious movement of him getting up and running towards the house.

Yan Zhuo was helpless, he bit his tongue, and with only his remaining sanity he took Jiang Ying and left the Hu Mansion.

The weird thing is that he didn't take Jiang Ying back to the Duke's Mansion, but went to Feiyu's house.

Seeing the two of them, Aunt Peng, the resident cook, was surprised. Why did they come here so late?

Yan Zhuo lowered his voice, "The prince is not feeling well, and I am afraid that the illness will be passed on to the child, so he came to the mansion to recuperate."

Jiang Ying was half-holding his shoulders, and the cold wind blew, and most of her fantasies and emotions disappeared immediately.

But she didn't dare to refute it too obviously to save face.

The Dog King is now here, he must be distracted and want to go one step further, hum!

Otherwise I wouldn’t have brought her to Feiyu’s house.

Aunt Peng nodded repeatedly, looking quite worried. "Then, did you bring Miss Jiang's medicine box? Have His Highness and Miss Jiang eaten yet? Otherwise, I will cook some light dishes. Although I have no appetite when I am sick, I still need to eat. Otherwise, how can I fight the disease with all my energy?"

Yan Zhuo frowned. Does this cook have any sense of wit?

He's so noisy, he really deserves to be hired by Jiang Yuanlang!

"Okay, go and make it. We'll eat whatever you make."

Dinner? It seems that I didn't eat it.

The belly is empty.

But at this moment, he didn't feel hungry at all. What he wanted more was another kind of ecstatic eating...

"Yingying, are you tired? Come, King 녤 will carry you away."

Although the prince's intentions were not pure, his attitude was gentle and considerate, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Jiang Ying, who was about to throw cold water on him, suddenly changed her mind and stretched out her hands to him with a smile, "Okay, Your Majesty, I just can't walk anymore."

Yan Zhuo butted his butt, "Come on, the king is strong."

In fact, he was still feverish and a little weak, but every man would save face. Especially at a time like this, he was determined to take the beauty home.

As a result, after finally carrying the person into the house with great effort and closing the door tightly, he returned to the inner room and excitedly opened the bed curtain. The person lying on the bed was not the little woman he had been thinking about, but a cold and terrifying corpse with a dagger stuck in the chest!

Yan Zhuo, "嘔~"

He roared in a suppressed voice, "Jiang Ying, you...you get out of here!"

Jiang Ying huddled aside, holding onto the bed frame with both hands, and said pitifully, "My Lord, I'm sorry. I accidentally brought him back."