Jiang Rao had been hiding in the upright plank of the carriage since morning. By this afternoon, her feet were numb and she just curled up and made a slight noise. Suddenly, the board split in the middle. She was completely frightened.
The board broke in the middle and sawdust fell on her head.
She was dressed very differently from her usual formal attire, in a simple lotus-green skirt and dark green cloak, without any complicated embellishments. Beauty was secondary, convenience was primary. She hugged her knees and slowly raised her face amid the crackling sound of wooden boards breaking. She saw that the man holding the sword was Rong Ting, and felt relieved knowing that he would not hurt her. After meeting his murderous gaze, she swallowed silently.
His pair of dark eyes were deep and colder than the sword's gleam.
She had no problem with him being wary, but he shouldn't do that to her...
She avoided his eyes and said awkwardly, "It's me."
I originally planned to walk further out and wait until the carriage stopped to rest before coming out, but I didn't expect to be discovered in such a short time.
She estimated the time and was afraid that she might not even leave the capital.
Her behavior of hiding in his carriage was indeed a bit unorthodox. Without waiting for him to ask, she began to explain, "Just take me with you. You go to Huaizhou, and I'll go to Taoyuan in Chuzhou. It's not far from you, and I won't run around. When you have some free time, write a letter to tell me. The letter will arrive in less than two days, and I'll feel at ease."
Rong Ting's eyes were not as fierce as before, but they were still as deep as a pool.
She thought he would be happy if she suddenly appeared.
Or he would scold her harshly and not let her follow.
But he was like this now, saying nothing, just silent, looking at her with deep eyes. The emotions in his eyes were hard to discern, and the tense curve of his jawline didn't show happiness at all. She suddenly felt depressed in her heart, but her face didn't show the same.
She crossed her arms and relaxed her legs, fearing that he would throw her off the carriage. She said with a hint of pride, "Now that I'm here, you can't chase me away. If you chase me away, I'll find another carriage by myself. Chuzhou, I must go."
Silence, he still responded to her with silence.
Jiang Rao couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. She stood up dejectedly. Her legs felt numb from curling up for so long. She moved slowly and lowered her head, just enough to hide the disappointment in her eyes.
She tried to get up. Her legs were numb from being curled up for so long, but she moved them so it was not so painful to stand up. Then, footsteps sounded in the carriage, and a pair of hands suddenly reached out to support her.
Just as she was about to look up, her shoulders sank. She glanced to the side and saw him looking at her with his head tilted on her shoulder. The hand that was supporting her also reached behind her waist. He just held her like that, resting his head obediently on her shoulder, his expression full of kindness, staring at her straight.
There was a hint of hesitation in his low tone, "Really, you're not leaving?"
She had seen in him how different the expressions on his face could make them look.
It looks best when it is well-behaved.
The abnormality and disappointment she felt for not finding any trace of emotion on his face just now disappeared when she saw the familiar him. Jiang Rao no longer put on that arrogant air. Seeing that he was uneasy, she chuckled and reached back to grab his hand that was around her waist. "I'm not leaving. I'll follow you wherever you go."
She didn't even think about it and just said it.
Her hand found his hand and held it. Her small hand was very soft, very different from his hands that had been covered with scars on the palms and backs of his hands from years of holding guns and knives. But when they were held together, they fit very well. As soon as her fingers touched his finger bones, he took the initiative and grabbed them tightly.
The strength of his fingertips was not as gentle and kind as his expression at the moment made it seem. He clenched it very tightly. Jiang Rao frowned and raised her eyes in pain, but even faster than her, he raised his head and grabbed her hands and clasped them against the wall of the carriage.
The shadow pressed down, and the hot breath blocked her lips wantonly.
Jiang Rao's heart skipped a beat, her breath choked, and she opened her mouth slightly to say something, but he pried open her teeth effortlessly, his Adam's apple rolling, and he swept across her like a conquering force.
Jiang Rao's breathing was completely disordered. She was trapped between his chest and the wooden board. Behind her was the cold wall of the carriage, in front of her was his chest, and his fingers holding her hand were also cold. There were two worlds in front and behind her, and the heat from the entangled breaths made her face red enough to bleed. Her heart was beating violently, and she felt that if she allowed her heart to continue beating like this, it would break.
It's really going to break down.
Not only did he not give her a chance to breathe, he didn't even give her room to stand. He blocked her like a wall, pressing tighter and tighter.
He suddenly stopped and raised his head. Jiang Rao finally had some time to catch his breath, and his eyes became a little moist.
It seemed as if all the strength in her legs had been drained away, and she bent her knees, unable to stand.
He loosened one hand.
He moved to her waist and held her, pecking her lips a few times with unsatisfied look, looking like a sated wolf.
Just when she thought he was finally going to be kind enough to let her go, his head fell down again.
As she pressed it down, she chuckled and whispered her little name, "Nian Nian."
He said: "This time, I was not drunk."
Jiang Rao's head was in a mess and filled with tangled threads, so she had no idea what the meaning behind his words were. By the time she realized what was going on, he had already kissed her again. His fierce force once again disrupted her thoughts, and their hot breaths entangled together made her sweat.
"Breathe." His tone was both instructive and coaxing.
He stared at her face closely. The girl's face, without much makeup on, was as clean as a grain of rice. In the dim light, it was eye-catchingly white and beautiful. He was extremely excited by this enclosed space that could only accommodate him and her. She had a faint fragrance on her body, and he knew that she didn't like to use perfume. The scent he craved was only on her, and he craved it because she had it on her.
Now the smell on her body was tainted by the smell of medicine on his body. His long eyes became dark, and the corners of his eyes were stained with a slight red of lust, and his face looked even more stunning.
Poppies are dangerous and charming.
Jiang Rao just didn't learn how to breathe. She kept her eyes tightly closed. She still felt that her heart was going to die after another blow. The strength in her limbs was gradually being snatched away from her lips and teeth. She tried several times to push Rong Ting away but failed. Gradually, she realized how vicious this man was.
The wheels were shaking, and she had one hand held down by his, with the other hand having nowhere to go except holding his waist. She didn't know how much time had passed like this.
There was a soft knocking sound outside the carriage.
Rong Ting let go of his hand and said "wait" to the outside.
As soon as he let go, Jiang Rao was no longer able to support her weak legs and fell down.
She raised her hands to cover her face, but Rong Ting, who was kneeling down to be at her level, took her hands away. She looked at the wetness on his lips and knew that her condition would probably not be much better. She felt so ashamed and angry that she wanted to die.
"What will you do after you get married?" He asked her with a satisfied look and a chuckle.
After getting married...didn't they agree that getting married was just to please the queen? Wouldn't there be any more difference between getting married and not getting married, except for the place where they live?
Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, and Rong Ting lifted the curtain and said something to the coachman outside.
She looked at his back and finally understood what he meant by "This
What does "not drunk" mean?
When he was drunk, he clearly remembered things!
She thought that she was the only one in the world who knew about the time he flirted with her and the time she flirted with him.
At most, we can add the cat Pomegranate.
The shame and anger that came over her after she realized it made her want to bury herself on the spot.
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