The inky black hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, leaving only a section of her neck exposed above the water. Her snow-white skin was faintly visible beneath the ripples, and the rippling water outlined the alluring chest line.
Song Wenjing's breathing stopped and his earlobe instantly turned red.
An unnatural look flashed across his face very quickly, and a strange heat surged in his lower abdomen.
Song Wenjing's pupils narrowed slightly, and his palms clenched into a ball. He wanted to look away, but his eyes refused to obey.
His eyes were fixed on the white jade-like figure in the room.
The discomfort in his lower abdomen became more and more severe. In order to prevent himself from doing anything out of line, Song Wenjing forced himself to close his eyes.
The moment he closed his eyes, Song Wenjing's inner restlessness finally calmed down a little.
There was still the sound of gurgling water in my ears, and the exciting scene just now was still on my mind, but it was not as shocking as looking at it directly.
Song Wenjing took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the strange feeling in his heart.
After calming down for a while, Song Wenjing slowly opened his eyes.
At this moment, there was a loud splash from below, and water splashed everywhere!
Song Wenjing's heart began to pound again, and his gaze uncontrollably looked down.
Jiang Jingyu stood up from the bathtub, her graceful figure exposed without any concealment, and her proud breasts directly impacted Song Wenjing's sight!
This was the first time Song Wenjing had seen such a scene. His lower abdomen was burning hot and his blood was boiling!
The evil thoughts deep in his heart were clamoring wildly. Song Wenjing retained the last bit of his rationality and fled from Nanyuan!
Jiang Jingyu walked behind the screen and put on her dress to cover her graceful figure.
【Host, Emperor Jing has left.】
Jiang Jingyu raised her eyebrows slightly: "Have you left the General's Mansion?"
[No, I just left Nanyuan.]
Jiang Jingyu's lips curled up in a playful manner. The misogynistic emperor was indeed innocent. He couldn't stand this?
She walked straight to the bed and lay down on her side in her light gauze skirt.
She bet that Emperor Jing would come back again.
Song Wenjing, who escaped from Nanyuan, stopped by a lake. He stood in front of a willow tree and supported the trunk with one hand.
Plop, plop—
His heart was beating wildly. Song Wenjing raised his hand and pressed it on his chest, feeling the frantic heartbeat in his chest.
Song Wenjing took a deep breath, and his face turned an abnormal red.
He swallowed and walked towards the lake, pretending to be calm.
Song Wenjing's figure was reflected in the lake, and the rippling water was just like his heart, full of ups and downs.
Song Wenjing put one hand behind his back and quietly watched the ripples on the lake caused by the breeze.
I don't know how long I stood in front of the lake, until the breeze died down and the lake returned to calm, Song Wenjing's wildly beating heart finally calmed down.
Song Wenjing's figure disappeared on the lake, and when he reappeared, he was again above Jiang Jingyu's room.
The tiles that had just been moved away had not been moved back yet, and the moonlight shone through the roof into the room, adding a touch of light to the dark room.
Song Wenjing leaned over and moved a few tiles away, then used his lightness skills to sneak into Jiang Jingyu's room effortlessly.
Although it was his first time stepping into Jiang Jingyu's room, he was already familiar with the layout of the room.
Song Wenjing came to Jiang Jingyu's bedroom with ease. He did not go in directly, but stood behind the screen.
Song Wenjing was tall, and the screen blocking the inner room just didn't reach his chest.
He quietly looked at the figure on the bed. The moonlight was spreading, casting a faint silver glow on the woman on the bed.
Song Wenjing paused for a moment, until his breathing became steady before he continued walking towards the inner room.
He walked straight to the bed and looked down at Jiang Jingyu who had her back to him.
Being so close to her again, there was no disgust in Song Wenjing's eyes, only an inexplicable emotion.
The night breeze blew in through the window. Jiang Jingyu, who was not covered with a quilt, shrank back and clasped her hands across her chest.
Song Wenjing's eyes flashed slightly, and he leaned over to take the blanket on the inside of the bed.
He breathed softly, carefully grabbed a corner of the blanket, and was about to cover Jiang Jingyu with it when Jiang Jingyu suddenly turned over and her warm lips brushed against the side of his face.
Song Wenjing paused, as if an electric current passed through his body, making his whole body numb and unable to move.
He heard steady breathing again. After coming to his senses, Song Wenjing continued his previous action and pulled the blanket over Jiang Jingyu.
Song Wenjing was about to stand up, but his eyes fell involuntarily on Jiang Jingyu's face and he couldn't move them away.
The distance between them was so close that he could even feel their breaths connecting and entwining.
Song Wenjing's throat sank, and his gaze wandered uncontrollably on Jiang Jingyu's face, from her eyebrows to her eyes, from her eyes to her nose, and finally to her red lips.
The peach-like red lips are full of temptation, making people want to kiss them.
Song Wenjing supported himself on the bed with one arm, his body sinking slightly. This time he did not avoid his inner desire, but slowly pressed his lips against the red lips that were so close to him.
His kiss was like a dragonfly skimming the water. After touching that softness, he quickly stood up and fled in a hurry like a thief.
In the following days, Song Wenjing looked forward to the arrival of dusk every day. Ever since he got a taste of her that night, he wanted to see her all the time.
I want her to be within my sight, to hear her voice, to smell her scent, to take more from her...
Ever since his mind was disturbed by Jiang Jingyu, the arrogant Emperor Jing turned into a flower thief, guarding his prey in Nanyuan every night.
After Jiang Jingyu fell asleep, he sneaked into the room. He knew that Jiang Jingyu was not a good sleeper, so he took the trouble to close the windows and cover her with a blanket every night.
He stayed with her until late at night, kissed her on the forehead and left with a satisfied look on his face.
On the other side, Xuzhou.
Zhou Huaiqian and a group of officers and soldiers hid in the dark and ambushed in places where robbers often appeared.
A caravan of soldiers in disguise drove over from the other side. Just as the caravan entered the woods, the rustling sound of horse hooves came from the other side.
"I built this road, I planted this tree. If you want to pass by here, you have to leave me some money to pay for your passage!"
An arrogant and rough voice came from the other end of the woods. Zhou Huaiqian narrowed his eyes in the grass and looked back at the officers and soldiers who were ambushing behind him.
He made a gesture to the officers and soldiers, who nodded in response, gripped their swords tightly, and waited for the robbers to arrive.
"Hey, another idiot is sending money to my door!"
A man with a scar laughed wildly as he looked at the caravan in front.
At this moment, the one-eyed man beside him turned his head to look at him and laughed loudly, "Second brother, you are wrong. Those who can come to our door to give us money are all good people. How can you call them fools?"
The scarred man laughed loudly, "Third brother is right, good people, they are all very good people!"
"Boys, it looks like we've met a big shot this time, come on!"
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