"I didn't expect the prince to be so curious."
Sang Liwan said casually, but the next second, Jun Moyi shook his head and said, "It's not serious."
"That……"
"I'm just curious about everything related to Wanwan."
Hearing this, Sang Liwan pursed her lips and chuckled softly, but then she raised her chin again, "But this entire palace belongs to the prince. If the prince wants to know why I went to see Master Gu, it should be easy."
"It's indeed easy." Jun Moyi nodded in agreement, but then he changed the subject, "It's just that I don't want to treat you this way."
It is impossible to say that Sang Liwan was not touched.
But, there aren't that many.
After all, she guessed Jun Moyi's thoughts, so she dared to go to Gu Huaizhi so carelessly.
There was a hint of amusement on Sang Liwan's lips. "If I don't tell you, will the prince be angry?"
Hearing this, Jun Moyi narrowed his eyes. He stared at her for a long time, his eyes deep and his emotions unrecognizable.
However, Sang Liwan was not afraid at all and just let him look at her openly.
After a long time, Jun Moyi was the first to be defeated.
He sighed softly and said, "No."
Sure enough, after he finished speaking, the curve of Sang Liwan's mouth became even bigger.
She rarely took the initiative to lean forward, raised her head, and gently pecked Jun Moyi on the cheek.
"Your Majesty is so kind."
"Are you saying nice things to coax me again?" Jun Moyi raised his eyebrows, obviously not intending to be dismissed by such a light kiss on the cheek.
When she met his dark eyes, Sang Liwan's heart trembled, and a heat unconsciously rose on her cheeks.
She bit her lip, "It's still daytime."
"So what if it's during the day?" Jun Moyi said very rationally and confidently.
He stood up from the wheelchair, held Sang Liwan tightly in his arms, and strode towards the bed.
"Wanwan, if you want me to keep quiet, you'll have to pay a price."
The bed curtains were drawn down, hiding the overlapping figures.
Pieces of clothing were thrown out from behind the bed curtains.
Sang Liwan was soon stripped of his clothes, while Jun Moyi, even his hair was neatly combed, looked very well-dressed.
Sang Liwan raised her hand to hook his belt, and with her other hand she grasped the front of his shirt.
"You're only taking mine off?"
Jun Moyi slowly half-raised himself, took the little hand she placed on his chest in his palm, and kissed it lightly on his lips.
"I'm afraid Wanwan will have to take care of me herself."
Having said that, he paused deliberately, and then slowly looked at Sang Liwan with an indescribable expression.
"I just don't know if Wanwan still has the strength to lift her arms."
provocative.
This is simply a blatant provocation.
Although I know that this sentence is most likely a provocation by Jun Moyi.
But Sang Liwan closed his eyes.
She just fell for it.
So she put a little more pressure on her fingers that were hooked around her belt.
The amazing thing is that she took off the belt without much effort, even though it was tied properly.
It went so smoothly that even Sang Liwan himself couldn't believe it.
After all, Jun Moyi had teased her deliberately several times before. Even though beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose due to anxiety, the belt was still tied tightly around her waist.
Every time at this time, Jun Moyi always put on a leisurely look and looked at her quietly.
However, today everything went so smoothly that she felt it was a little unbelievable.
Sang Liwan raised her head suddenly, obviously not realizing what was happening. Then, she heard Jun Moyi's half-smile.
"Won't?"
very good.
This is a provocation.
Sang Liwan sneered, and used force with his hands to tear Jun Moyi's clothes open, revealing a piece of jade-like skin.
"No, I can learn."
Jun Moyi was not annoyed. Instead, he stretched out a hand and gently stroked Sang Liwan's temples.
"He's teachable. But he's a little too rude."
Sang Liwan looked at him unyieldingly, "Is this rude? What about the prince behind us?"
As she spoke, she turned over and pressed Jun Moyi directly under her, while she rode on his waist and abdomen, looking at him quietly.
Jun Moyi held her waist with both hands, without showing any expression about the superior-subordinate relationship between them at the moment. He was just afraid that she would get too excited and fall accidentally.
"Slow down."
Sang Liwan curled his lips and smiled.
"Just don't tell me to hurry up later, my Lord."
Hearing this, Jun Moyi's expression changed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Then I want to see if Wanwan has such ability."
Sang Liwan really does have it.
This time, it was almost always Sang Liwan who controlled the rhythm. Jun Moyi had a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead because of his endurance.
He tried several times to regain the initiative, but he was damn addicted to this feeling of pain and pleasure.
Until Sang Liwan leaned over and gently kissed his Adam's apple.
Jun Moyi couldn't control his hands, tightly pinching her waist, gritting his teeth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wanwan, stop torturing me."
Hearing this, a hint of smile flashed across Sang Liwan's eyes. She said with a hint of provocation: "Your Highness, can't you bear it?"
Jun Moyi only felt that at this moment all the senses in his body were gathered together and wandering around with Sang Liwan's touch.
He never thought that one day he would allow a little girl to be so presumptuous with him.
But he loves this feeling very much.
The two emotions pulled at each other, almost making him excited to the extreme.
Sang Liwan was tormenting him slowly and steadily, as if he had endless time to wait, eroding Jun Moyi's mind bit by bit.
Until Jun Moyi's eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth and surrendered to her.
"Hurry up, Wanwan, please."
Sang Liwan suddenly laughed, and the laughter sounded very joyful.
However, it irritated Jun Moyi's nerves.
His eyes changed slightly, and he exerted force with his hands, instantly switching the positions of the two people.
Jun Moyi lowered his head and bit Sang Liwan's collarbone hard, causing Sang Liwan to gasp in pain.
"Jun Moyi, are you a dog?"
Jun Moyi was not angry even though the prince was called a dog. He still looked at her with a smile, but there was a hint of complicated emotions in his eyes.
"That's right, what about Wanwan?"
Before Sang Liwan could speak, he heard Jun Moyi's voice again.
"Wanwan, there's no point in crying today."
After saying that, Sang Liwan couldn't utter a single word.
This dog man.
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