As Song Lingxi heard his words, the image flashed through her mind, instantly giving her goosebumps. She couldn't accept it, and she couldn't accept it.
Xie Changling felt her small body trembling slightly, knowing she was scared. He stroked her arm reassuringly and pulled her into his arms.
Sure enough, after his comforting words, Song Lingxi's small body gradually softened from stiffness and completely relaxed, and the two of them leaned even closer together.
"Look, Xi'er, your body doesn't lie; you like me..."
Xie Changling chuckled softly, his forehead beaded with sweat from barely containing his suppressed emotions.
However, after seeing the struggle in her eyes, Xie Changling was extremely satisfied. He began to conquer her heart step by step.
Now, the time has come.
He leaned down and kissed Song Lingxi, letting out a satisfied sigh as he slowly covered up the previous marks.
At first, Song Lingxi intended to dodge, but she was quickly captivated by the man and slowly began to accept and respond.
Xie Changling was instantly delighted. He continued to guide the breath slowly, their hot breaths mingling.
He slowly took away Song Lingxi's breath, making her unable to think and only able to sink into depravity with him.
In the heat of the moment, Song Lingxi cried out continuously, but Xie Changling still refused to stop. Stopping was impossible; instead, he became even more eager, though gentler.
"asshole……"
"Yeah, I'm a bastard, the bastard who loves you the most."
Xie Changling accepted Song Lingxi's unfounded accusations without question; what did face matter in front of his wife?
However, Xie Changling's wicked smile was particularly conspicuous under the moonlight, making Song Lingxi feel uneasy and want to escape from here and Xie Changling as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, the man was watching Song Lingxi closely, observing her every move. When he realized her intention to escape, he seized the opportunity—
The next moment, Song Lingxi exclaimed in shock, "You... bastard!"
Xie Changling chuckled softly. He lowered his head, choosing to continue, giving Song Lingxi no chance to catch her breath, and captured her lips in his mouth...
Soon, the familiar sounds filled the room again, lingering and tender.
The moon quietly descended below the treetops, the stars were few and far between, and it seemed as if the two people inside the house were blushing with embarrassment, and quietly hid behind the clouds.
I spent a sleepless night.
...
Xiao Jin, who was also sleepless all night, was another person in the palace.
Phoenix Palace.
The Phoenix Palace was unusually quiet today. Xiao Jin stood by the window with his hands behind his back, his mind filled with complicated thoughts.
Today he imprisoned the eldest princess and the others, and also threw Xiao Heng's body in there. I heard that the eldest princess was so frightened that she went mad.
Hearing this news, Xiao Jin felt a strange sense of irony. So she was afraid after all. She thought the princess was fearless!
I wonder if, after that criminal woman is executed, she will regret causing the death of her mother for the sake of that good-for-nothing Xiao Heng.
Just as Xiao Jin was deep in thought, a particularly childish voice was very loud, childlike but full of energy, interrupting his thoughts.
"Father, brother is scared!"
"I'm not afraid."
A small voice retorted, but the volume was so low that it was obvious the speaker was feeling guilty.
The former is Xiao Beizhan. Even after what happened today, this little child was not frightened at all and was even more excited than usual.
It's clear that Xiao Beizhan is very brave; he showed no fear despite the numerous bloody scenes, proving himself to be a born warrior.
However, Xiao Jin hadn't thought of that yet. He simply came to Xiao Junlin's side and touched his slightly flushed face.
"Do you feel any better after taking the medicine?"
"Um."
Xiao Junlin nodded. He developed a high fever as soon as he returned. Fortunately, no one from the Imperial Hospital touched him, and they were able to take his pulse. It turned out that the high fever was caused by excessive fright.
Perhaps because he was sick, he was particularly vulnerable. He held Xiao Jin's large hand tightly with his small hand, gripping one of his fingers, and refused to let go.
"Sigh, Father will hold you as you sleep, don't be afraid."
Xiao Jin did not blame him for being weak. After all, she herself was no better back then. What Xiao Junlin needed now was comfort, not criticism.
He sighed slightly, let Xiao Junlin rest his head on his arm, and patted his back rhythmically, again and again.
Perhaps it was the aura emanating from Xiao Jin that made Xiao Junlin feel at ease, and having just taken his medicine, his eyelids gradually grew heavy.
Soon, even, steady breathing began to rise, but his little hands still tightly gripped Xiao Jin's fingers, unwilling to let go at all.
A sense of warmth, yet also a touch of loneliness.
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