Chapter 117 My Wife, Save Me
The indoor lights suddenly went out.
Li Yan'er didn't even know if Wen Zhiming had seen her take off her outer robe. Just as she shyly lowered her head, without any sound from the room, the candle suddenly went out.
Li Yan'er panicked for a second, and the next second she was roughly grabbed and thrown onto the bed. She wanted to scream, but then she remembered that besides her, only Prince Wen was in the room. How could she resist? After the veil was torn off, she was afraid of disturbing him, so she didn't dare to move and let him do whatever he wanted.
In the darkness, the room was filled with soft moans and panting. Li Yan'er on the bed had no time to pay attention to anything else, so she didn't see a dark figure put on a set of night clothes and jump out of the window.
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Meng Lingge has been resting earlier these past few days.
Since the day she and Du Shiyin rejected the Xiao family's marriage proposal, the Xiao family has not visited again, presumably having given up on the idea of marrying Meng Xiyao.
The problem that had troubled Meng Xiyao for days was so easily resolved, and she felt even more respect for her elder sister. For several nights in a row, she came to Yujian Residence every night to sleep with Meng Lingge.
The two sisters went to bed early and started by talking about funny things from their childhood, then moved on to the delicious food and beautiful scenery of the capital, as well as their favorite jewelry and cosmetics...
Often, we'd chat for a while and then fall asleep from exhaustion.
The two had been arguing since childhood, and neither of them expected that after Meng Lingge got married, they would live together again after not seeing each other for a while, and the situation would be so harmonious and loving.
Today was no different. The two sisters were wearing their undergarments and whispering under the covers. When they got to the happy parts, they couldn't help but smile.
"Xi Yao, did you hear that? It sounds like there's something?" Meng Lingge suddenly sat up and strained her ears to listen.
She thought she heard someone knocking on the window.
"No, I didn't hear anything." Meng Xiyao rubbed her eyes; she was already very sleepy.
But the next moment, she clearly heard the sound of the window being pushed open, and then saw a dark figure jump in through the window and quickly close it again.
Meng Xiyao was sleeping on the outside. She turned her head and saw this scene. She was about to shout, but Meng Lingge covered her mouth first.
The figure was wearing a mask, so its face was not visible.
He stopped in his tracks, stunned to see two girls on the bed. He blinked at Meng Lingge, looking rather anxious.
Meng Lingge had suspected it was Wen Zhiming based on his figure, and when she saw the man's big, blinking eyes, she knew she was right.
She initially thought Wen Zhiming was just teasing her that day, saying it casually. She never expected that just a few days later, Wen Zhiming would actually sneak into her room in the middle of the night.
Thinking that Meng Xiyao was only wearing her undergarments, she frowned and gave a cold command.
"Turn around, don't peek."
Wen Zhiming didn't say anything, but obediently turned around and stood up straight.
Meng Lingge slowly released her hand from Meng Xiyao's and said softly, "Xiyao, he's not a bad person. I'll explain to you tomorrow. Go back tonight and remember not to tell anyone about this, not even your parents."
Meng Xiyao hurriedly nodded, dressed under the covers, and couldn't help but whisper to Meng Lingge as she walked to the door, "Elder sister, you are now a free person. If you want to remarry, you can do so openly and honestly. As long as the other person has a respectable background, your parents shouldn't object. Don't do anything foolish..."
Meng Xiyao felt that the man in black who had barged in did not turn around, and there was an invisible pressure pressing down on her. She was a little scared, but for the sake of her older sister, she mustered up her courage and spoke her mind.
Meng Lingge knew she had misunderstood, but couldn't explain it clearly for the moment. She could only hold her hand and nod, saying, "Xi Yao, I know what I'm doing. Don't worry, I would never do anything that would dishonor the family or be immoral. I'll explain to you tomorrow. You should go back and rest early."
Meng Xiyao glanced at the dark figure cautiously a couple more times before nodding and leaving.
Meng Lingge closed the door and turned around to see Wen Zhiming had already taken off his black night clothes. He strode forward and pulled her into his arms. He used a strong pull, and Meng Lingge pushed him away. She noticed that his face was flushed, his breathing was rapid, and fine beads of sweat were on his forehead.
She was somewhat displeased by Wen Zhiming's sudden arrival and the fact that he had run into her third sister, but before she could utter a word of reproach, she noticed Wen Zhiming's unusual behavior.
What's wrong with you?
Wen Zhiming bent down and picked Meng Lingge up, showering her with kisses on her neck. His lips were burning hot, and his palms were fiery red as well.
"My wife, save me, please save me..."
He murmured questions, his eyes burning with desire, his hands already restlessly undressing Meng Lingge. Meng Lingge wanted to stop him, but when she met Wen Zhiming's deep eyes and heard his soft pleas, her heart softened completely, and she couldn't refuse him at all.
"Have you been poisoned?"
"Um."
Wen Zhiming lay on top of her, their skin pressed together, unable to restrain themselves any longer, burning with desire, entwined with each other.
Upon hearing that Wen Zhiming had indeed been poisoned by lustful desires, Meng Lingge worried that he wouldn't find relief and that it would harm his body. She even took the initiative, and the two indulged in passionate lovemaking within the boudoir.
Meng Lingge was worried about being embarrassed if the maid heard the noise, so in the heat of passion she bit Wen Zhiming's shoulder. When the flush on Wen Zhiming's face subsided and both of them had calmed down, there was a small row of teeth marks on Wen Zhiming's shoulder.
Wen Zhiming leaned against the pillow, pulled Meng Lingge into his arms, glanced at his shoulder, and chuckled softly, "My wife, my poison is cured now, but I'm injured. It seems I'll need to rest here for a couple more days before I can leave."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Meng Lingge blew on the row of teeth marks, blushing as she retorted softly, "I didn't do it on purpose. If you hadn't come over and put it to my lips, why would I have bitten it? As for you, you were perfectly fine in the manor, so why were you poisoned?"
Wen Zhiming said, "The woman the Emperor bestowed upon me approached me after using an aphrodisiac. I smelled a little and immediately felt dizzy and my mind was filled with thoughts of you. I didn't know there would be someone else in your room. You are not allowed to sleep with anyone else from now on."
He forcefully pulled Meng Lingge into his arms, declaring his ownership, "My wife can only sleep with me."
Actually, the aphrodisiac wasn't that strong. He could regain his senses by drinking some strong tea or soaking in cold water for a while.
But he has a wife, and with this suitable excuse, he can climb over the wall and have some intimate moments with her. Why not?
Moreover, he also had to explain his new plans to his wife.
Hearing his last sentence, which was full of jealousy, Meng Lingge couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.
“I didn’t expect you to actually climb over the wall. That’s my third sister, Meng Xiyao. She was frightened by you this time. Even if I invite her to sleep with me again tomorrow, she definitely won’t come.”
"I still don't know how to explain your identity to her tomorrow."
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