Chapter 543 When Will We Get Married (Part 1)
As the light in Zi Lan's eyes grew brighter and brighter, the gloom in Yu Yan's heart gradually dissipated.
The next moment, her wrist was grabbed with great force, and she even felt that her wrist was about to break.
Before leaving, Yu Yan didn't forget to give Zi Lan a few words of advice.
"Then it's settled, little brother."
Zi Lan stared blankly at the two figures walking away hand in hand, then burst into laughter through her tears.
What merit or ability did he have to become Yu Yan's younger brother?
...
Perhaps Feng Su realized he had used too much force, so he gently loosened his grip and pulled Yu Yan toward his own courtyard.
"Ah Su, what's wrong?" Yu Yan turned her head to look at him. His profile was tense, and he looked very serious.
Feng Su didn't speak, as if he was suppressing something.
From Zilan's courtyard to his own, it was only a few hundred meters, but Feng Su felt as if hundreds of years had passed.
His emotions were churning. As he closed the door, he didn't forget to activate a protective barrier. The next moment, he pressed the woman against the tree, where the tender green leaves rustled.
He pushed his knee forward, forcing Yu Yan to raise her body, making it look as if she were sitting on his right leg.
The man's hand protected her head, a gesture that was clearly gentle, yet his mouth seemed to want to devour her.
"When are you getting married?" Feng Su's voice was terrifyingly deep; he was determined to press for an answer.
That's right, it was interrogation. Yu Yan could feel his breathing suddenly become heavier and his pressure increased when he mentioned the word "marriage".
"You... um... don't be crazy!" Yu Yan couldn't push him away, but she couldn't bear to hurt him either.
He pressed her against the tree, and where Yu Yan couldn't see, the back of his hand that was protecting her head was already a bloody mess.
The smell of blood reached Yu Yan's nose, and her peach blossom eyes widened as she tried to turn her head away from him.
"You wicked disciple!" Yu Yan cursed inwardly.
Feng Su did not stop because of her struggles; instead, he bit the back of her neck.
His hot breath sprayed down, and Yu Yan's body involuntarily pressed against him, only to be pressed back against the tree by him.
Feng Su is really going crazy.
God knows how out of control he was when he heard the news of the marriage between the little princess of the Feather Palace and the ruler of the Imperial Palace.
He was so angry that he wanted to stuff Yu Yan into his stomach the next moment, so that no one but him could find her!
His little princess can only be his!
"Yan'er, Yan'er."
He called her name as he kissed her.
With his free hand, he slid it down her neck, his eagerness restrained yet worried that going too far would offend her.
They've only just gotten together; he shouldn't be pushing so hard.
But he just couldn't help it.
The woman's waist tie was skillfully untied. Unlike his awkwardness in the Azure Dragon Space last time, the man seemed to have practiced many times before, and did it with ease.
Yu Yan knew that Feng Su's current state was not right.
Within her acceptable limits, she let him do as he pleased, but in her heart she was pondering the reason why he had become like this.
He asked her when they were getting married.
"Don't get distracted..." Feng Su gently rubbed her palm, and Yu Yan immediately came back to her senses, her face flushed with a shy blush.
"Master, you only love me, right?"
His breath, brushing against her ear, was as powerful as his heartbeat at that moment.
"If I don't like you, who else could I like?" Yu Yan hugged his head comfortingly.
Feng Su's eyes seemed to be surging with turbulent waves. His hand lingered inside her dress, touching the (delicate) softness he had been dreaming of.
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