Sang Liwan never thought that Jun Moyi, who looked like a banished immortal, would actually do such a vulgar thing.
But his face still looked serious, as if he was doing something extremely serious.
Sang Liwan was completely stunned, "You, you..."
She couldn't utter a complete sentence, and Jun Moyi laughed when he saw this.
"How is this king?" He lowered his head and gently bit Sang Liwan's earlobe, feeling her trembling in his arms with satisfaction. "I forgot to tell you that I used to hold Wanwan like this while she slept beside me."
Sang Liwan's face became redder and redder. She almost felt that her whole body was emitting heat, and even her toes were curled up because of shame.
She totally didn't understand why Jun Moyi could say such shameless words in such a normal tone.
In the end, Sang Liwan could only grit his teeth and utter, "Jun Moyi, do you still have any shame?"
But Jun Moyi's answer was also very justified.
"What's the use of having face in front of this king's wife?"
Sang Liwan never expected Jun Moyi to say such a thing, and was stunned.
Jun Moyi kept walking and soon carried her from the study to her bedroom.
Qingshui was walking back and forth outside.
She didn't expect that she just took a nap and the princess disappeared.
She guessed that the princess was probably going to see the prince, so she didn't dare go far and could only wait at the door for the two masters to come back.
But what did she see now?
The princess was actually brought back by a man.
Will that work?
Qingshui immediately went up to protect the princess.
But before she could move, Yan Hui, who had been hiding in the dark, couldn't help but take action and held her down.
"Take a closer look and see who that person is."
Qingshui took another look, and this time his mouth opened even wider than before.
What did she see?
The man who came back carrying the princess turned out to be the prince?
But the prince’s legs?
ah?
Qingshui felt that all his thoughts had been turned upside down.
She once thought that the prince was good in every way except that he had a disease in his legs. Otherwise, he and the princess would have been a perfect match.
But she was just thinking, how come the prince's leg suddenly healed?
Qingshui looked at Yanhui with shock, thinking that Yanhui must have known it for a long time, so he acted so naturally.
She blinked and said without a trace of doubt, "You know."
Yan Hui did not answer her question, but said truthfully: "I saw it."
Then, he saw the expression on Qingshui's face become visibly excited.
"So, is the prince's leg healed?"
This question is quite interesting.
Yan Hui turned her head and looked at Qingshui. She actually thought that the prince's leg had suddenly healed and was not pretending?
Yan Hui really didn't know whether it was a good thing to put such a simple girl next to the princess.
Qingshui saw that Yanhui didn't answer his question for a long time, but just stared at him, wondering what he was thinking, and suddenly became a little anxious.
"Yan Hui, say something."
Finally, Yan Hui nodded and said, "Yes, you are right."
At this point, he added, "The princess is indeed the noble lady destined for the prince. Ever since she settled down and stopped causing trouble, even the prince's leg has recovered."
In the past, Yan Hui only thought that the relationship between the two masters had improved, but until he saw the prince standing in front of the princess, he realized that his thoughts were still somewhat conservative.
This is not an improvement at all. The prince has obviously handed over all his cards.
If those people in the court who were always keeping an eye on the prince knew that his leg was fine, although they could not shake the prince's foundation, there would still be some troubles that needed to be dealt with.
But even so, the prince still exposed the truth about his legs in front of the princess, which was enough to show how much he trusted his princess.
Thinking of this, Yan Hui's respect for Sang Liwan deepened even more.
Seeing the two people coming back, Yan Hui looked indifferent, and Qingshui's eyes were filled with excitement. Jun Moyi had no time to care about them. In his eyes and heart, there was only the person in his arms.
It was as if the person in his arms was everything to him.
It was not until she was put on the bed by the man that Sang Liwan came to her senses. She bit her lip, her face as bright as the morning glow, and her voice soft.
"Jun Moyi, you are so shameless."
Upon hearing this, Jun Moyi agreed readily without any intention of making excuses.
"Well, I know. What else?"
Sang Liwan pouted, "How shameless."
"Really?" Jun Moyi's voice was filled with laughter, "But I think Wanwan seems to like it very much."
Hearing this, Sang Liwan immediately tilted his head back and said, "I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
But Jun Moyi would not let her escape, he leaned down, pressed his forehead against hers, and stayed close to her.
"Then why are you blushing?"
Sang Liwan puffed out his chest, somewhat unwilling to admit defeat, "Is it okay if I'm hot?"
"Okay, of course." Jun Moyi said with a serious face, "But if Wanwan feels hot, it's better to take it off. Otherwise, if something bad happens due to the heat, it won't be good."
As he said that, he began to take off Sang Liwan's clothes.
Sang Liwan was startled by his actions and quickly waved her hands, trying to stop him.
However, he was controlled.
Jun Moyi held her wrists with one hand, lifted them above his head to prevent her from moving, and pressed down her legs with one leg, holding her firmly under him.
This action made Sang Liwan's face turn red again.
Even she herself didn't understand why she couldn't help feeling shy at this point even though she had done more intimate things with him.
Sang Liwan tilted her head uncomfortably, "I'm not hot anymore, let me go."
"I'm sorry, I probably can't promise you this." Jun Moyi said as he pinched Sang Liwan's chin with his other hand and turned her face back, "Wanwan, look at me."
"Ayi..." Sang Liwan called him for some unknown reason, and the next moment, she saw Jun Moyi's eyes become dark and deep.
Sang Liwan finally realized what she had done. She subconsciously wanted to escape, but her body was firmly controlled by him and she couldn't move at all.
Jun Moyi's fingers gradually moved down from her chin, and finally landed on the towering peak. Looking at Sang Liwan's increasingly red cheeks, Jun Moyi smiled wickedly.
"Wanwan, I like climbing mountains."
As he spoke, he deliberately hooked his finger, and his fingertips passed across the top of the mountain, causing Sang Liwan to tremble slightly.
Sang Liwan almost cried.
"Jun Moyi, don't bully me."
Hearing this, Jun Moyi lowered his head and pecked her on the cheek, "My Wanwan is waiting anxiously."
No way!
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