Ming Wang was silent for a moment, then pushed his wheelchair closer to the bed. Lan Shuang remained expressionless, and even had the leisure to distract herself and complain to 888, "Little Baba, I have to say, Ming Wang looks really good without his mask."
888 rubbed his hands together and said, "Hehehe, this is the dangerous yet charming villain. He overthrew the emperor and turned the court into a bloodbath. He became a feared tyrant, yet there were still many women who came after him. They were attracted by this face."
Lan Shuang agreed: "Well, such a face really has the capital to turn everyone upside down."
Her impudent gaze made Ming Wang feel a little uncomfortable, and he asked in a deep voice, "What are you looking at?"
Lan Shuang said frankly: "You."
"Me?" Ming Wang narrowed his eyes, pushed his wheelchair to Lan Shuang, moved a little closer, reached out and pinched her chin, and asked, "Does it look good?"
"She looks good." Lan Shuang was not at all flustered and even gave him a smile. Then she pulled his hand away and sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that she's not my type."
Prince Ming: "..."
He was almost laughing out of anger, "You're really not afraid of death, saying you like someone else in front of your husband."
"What are you afraid of? Our engagement is just a ridiculous joke. We'll have to part ways amicably sooner or later." Lan Shuang reached out and patted Ming Wang on the shoulder. She said sincerely, "Don't worry. I won't cling to you anymore. When the time comes, just go and marry whoever you like."
Ming Wang looked at her with a fake smile, as if trying to discern the truth from her words: "Okay, you said it, don't go back on your word."
Lan Shuang slowly withdrew her hand, "I should be the one giving this to you."
When their eyes met, there was a faint spark of fire, mixed with a murderous aura.
The crackling of the lamp sparkled, blinding Ming Wang. He then gathered his strength and leaned back. "Since you said three things this morning, I'll trust you for once. But if you break even one, I'll kill you."
The tone was calm, but the calmer it was, the more dangerous it was.
Lan Shuang nodded: "Yeah, I remember it."
Ming Wang slowly extended his hand and said, "Since we will be living under the same roof from now on, let's first establish three rules."
Without waiting for Lan Shuang's consent, he said to himself: "First, without my permission, you are not allowed to step into the study."
"Second, no physical contact with me is allowed without my permission. Of course, no one else is allowed to have any physical contact with me either."
"Three, do not bother me without my permission."
888 shook his head in dissatisfaction after hearing this: "What? So domineering."
Lan Shuang chuckled, "I don't really want to have any extra contact with him anyway, so this gives me a legitimate reason to avoid him."
888: "Oh, that's true."
King Ming saw Lan Shuang looking at him with a smile but didn't say anything. It was rare that he felt guilty and reflected on himself. Well, it was a bit overbearing. It sounded like he was guarding against a flower thief.
He coughed lightly and made amends: "Of course, other than that, you are free. You can go anywhere else in this palace. You can also use the money in the palace as you like, as long as you don't cause me any trouble. As for people, I will ask Yu Xiao to bring two maids tomorrow. The one next to you is too stupid."
Lan Shuang nodded. "Well, that's reasonable. I have one last question."
"you say."
"How are we going to sleep at night?"
Prince Ming: "..."
He paused and licked his dry lips, "You sleep here, I'll sleep in the front yard."
"Okay, that's settled then. Goodbye."
Lan Shuang waved at him and smiled happily.
Ming Wang frowned slowly. Why did he feel like he was being disliked?
"Not tonight. It's our wedding night after all. We should stay in the same room, just to be nice. You sleep on the bed and I sleep on the couch."
After Ming Wang finished speaking, he pushed the wheelchair towards the couch.
Lan Shuang took a look and saw that the couch was very wide and long, more than enough for a Ming Wang to sleep on, but there was no quilt or pillow on it.
Thinking that he was quite manly in not letting her sleep on the couch directly, Lan Shuang didn't mind helping him.
She stood up, took a quilt and pillow from the bed and threw them on the couch. Ming Wang was stunned: "You——"
Lan Shuang lowered her eyebrows and helped him spread the bedding, put the pillow in the right position and patted it, "Here, go to sleep."
Ming Wang hesitated, pursed his lips, and whispered, "Help me up."
Lan Shuang's gaze fell uncontrollably on Ming Wang's legs, and Ming Wang immediately became alert: "Why? Don't you want to?"
Lan Shuang shook her head and asked 888 in her heart, "Is his leg really lame?"
888 mercilessly exposed it: "It's fake, deliberately confusing the audience."
Lan Shuang: “…” I knew it, it’s an old cliché in novels.
"Help me up." Lan Shuang reached out and held his arm on her shoulder, lifting him up.
Ming Wang glanced at her thin arms, and without any psychological burden, he put most of his weight on Lan Shuang.
Lan Shuang staggered under the pressure and accidentally tripped over the footstool. She lost her balance and fell into the bright red quilt with Ming Wang.
"Um……"
Lan Shuang was below and Ming Wang was above, and they almost crushed Lan Shuang to death.
“Help…Help!”
Prince Ming: "..."
A moment of discomfort crossed his face. "Sorry."
After saying two words dryly, he didn't know what to say and could only look at Lan Shuang.
Lan Shuang reached out and pushed him, saying with difficulty: "Then get off me!"
"Oh." Ming Wang suddenly realized and turned over to lie on his back on the couch.
Lan Shuang held her waist and moved. "Hiss—" she took a deep breath and groaned softly, "It hurts, ah... I think I twisted it."
Her delicate face was wrinkled, and the color of her lips seemed to have faded a lot. She looked really painful.
Ming Wang frowned, "What's wrong with you? Where does it hurt?"
"waist--"
Lan Shuang held her waist and stood up in a very strange posture, like a zombie with a lumbar support, and fell to the ground crookedly.
Ming Wang sat up and looked at her with a complicated expression: "Should I send someone to bring the medicinal oil?"
"No need." Lan Shuang waved her hand. "It's just a twist. Don't bother with it so late at night. We can talk about it tomorrow. Maybe it will be fine overnight."
King Ming wanted to say something but stopped himself when he saw Lan Shuang sitting back on the bed.
"It's getting late. I'm a little sleepy. I'm going to sleep first. Your Highness, please do as you please."
Lan Shuang climbed onto the bed, lowered the bed curtains, took off her outer clothes inside and threw them outside.
The bright red wedding dress fell on the carpet.
The veins on Ming Wang's forehead suddenly jumped. This scene was inexplicably erotic.
He lay back down without saying a word, and slept in his clothes without taking off his clothes.
Lan Shuang lay on the bed and cried silently, "What bad luck, Xiao Baba, do you have any plaster?"
888: "Well, yes, there are some, but they require resentment points to redeem, 100 resentment points for one sticker."
Lan Shuang's eyes lit up and she stood up: "Then how much resentment do I have now?"
888 said slowly: "-10"
Lan Shuang: “???”
Say it again if you dare!
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