Chapter 1159 Feng Chen, I Miss You So Much
The day before, neither the victor nor the vanquished, due to the intense tension, noticed that as they returned to camp at dusk, the sky was covered with a breathtakingly beautiful, rosy glow, like a sheet of torn brocade. So today, the weather will remain fine.
A gentle breeze blows, and birds sing sweetly.
In this warm and comfortable dream, Shang Ruyi vaguely felt as if she was being pulled into a dark abyss by something and couldn't get up, but she really didn't struggle and just kept falling.
Anyway, there will be a warm and strong embrace to catch her.
Thinking this, she subconsciously reached out and touched it again, and sure enough, she touched that warm and firm chest. The rise and fall of the chest, almost in sync with her breathing, made her feel even more at ease, and Shang Ruyi couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"Hey……"
Then she felt that chest tremble slightly, and she could hear someone trying to suppress a laugh.
Finally, she came to her senses and lifted her heavy eyelids to see herself curled up in Yuwen Ye's arms, one hand touching his chest. He was looking down at her, his usually cold and calm eyes now slightly curved, revealing a deep and unrestrained joy.
Shang Ruyi was somewhat confused: "What are you laughing at?"
Yuwen Ye didn't speak, only pursed his lips.
"..."
Shang Ruyi blinked, her hand still resting on his chest, feeling his body tremble even more violently. A smile was almost tangible, overflowing from his eyes. Shang Ruyi finally snapped out of her daze—
Her face flushed bright red, and she immediately tried to pull her hand back.
Before she could move, the man, who was holding her and who was keenly aware of her every breath and heartbeat, immediately reached out and pressed her hand back onto his chest, chuckling, "I've been dreaming of touching you, why aren't you touching me now?"
"..."
Shang Ruyi's face was burning with embarrassment.
She bit her lower lip and struggled. Yuwen Ye didn't really use brute force to hold her back. After a couple of tugs, they let go. But during the struggle, the thin blanket covering her slowly slipped off. Shang Ruyi immediately felt a tingling and weak sensation in her body. When she looked down, she saw that her fair skin was covered with marks he had left behind. The pink marks were like petals falling on the snow.
Both delicate and alluring...
This made her more alert, and then the scenes from last night flashed before her eyes.
In the darkness, heavy, rapid breathing...
His hands, like flames, ignited one spot after another on her body...
She felt like she was crying again, but no matter how many tears she shed, no matter how much she trembled and shook under the onslaught of tears, she never pushed him away. In fact, at the last moment, she hugged him tightly, her fingertips leaving streaks of blood on his sweat-soaked back...
It seemed that he had settled all the separation and longing he had felt over the past few days with her on this one night.
Not only her cheeks, but Shang Ruyi's entire body, from her ears to her neck, and even her snow-white collarbone, which was already covered in pink marks, was now tinged with a faint red. She let out a barely audible moan and turned to burrow into the blankets.
But Yuwen Ye wouldn't give her that chance. Seeing his wife looking so infatuated in her dream, and then turning on him as soon as she woke up, he suppressed a laugh, gritted his teeth, and pulled her back, holding her tightly in his arms.
Now Shang Ruyi had nowhere to escape. What's worse, after being tormented by him all night, she was so sore all over that she didn't even have the strength to struggle.
She could only mutter angrily, "What are you doing!"
"What am I going to do?"
Yuwen Ye tightened his arms around her waist, leaving her no room to retreat, and then, as if finally remembering something, he reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him: "You never listen to what I've told you, do you?"
"..."
Her initial determination to argue with him vanished at this moment.
Shang Ruyi also fully regained her senses.
Yes, he clearly told her before he went to war that she was not allowed to run around. At that time, although she felt a little guilty, she still agreed. After all, even she herself felt that with Yuan Gan, how could she, as his mother, possibly run around?
And then...
Feeling the other person's cold gaze gradually become sharper, and even the atmosphere becoming somewhat cold as the two of them got so close, Shang Ruyi instinctively shrank back and lowered her eyelids, but he grabbed her chin and lifted it up again, forcing her to meet his eyes once more.
"Speak up!"
"..."
"I told you not to run around, where are you now?"
"..."
"If Xiao Yuansui doesn't let go, where do you think you'll end up?!"
"..."
Under relentless questioning, Shang Ruyi could barely breathe, yet she remained speechless.
What else can be said?
No matter what I say, it's my fault, I'm in the wrong...
This time, she was indeed disobedient. No matter how urgent the situation in Xiazhou was, the mighty Great Sheng Dynasty should not be without a single military general to use, and should instead send a princess to provide assistance. She had asked for this trip herself with some selfish motives, so what else is there to say?
Just as her eyes darted around, unsure of what to do, she noticed several pale scratch marks on Yuwen Ye's chest—she hadn't even noticed before, but it turned out he also had quite a few marks left by her.
The enchanting atmosphere instantly reminded Shang Ruyi of something.
As the man mercilessly pinched her chin again, as if to interrogate her, she suddenly leaned forward and pressed her face against his chest: "I'm worried about you, is that not allowed?"
"..."
The air seemed to freeze instantly.
She heard a gasp from above, and from that broad chest, she could faintly hear a rapid, drum-like heartbeat.
After a long pause, Yuwen Ye's somewhat hoarse voice rang out in the sweltering air: "Ruyi..."
Although her cheeks were burning hot and she could hardly bear it, Shang Ruyi still reached out and hugged his neck tightly, pressing her cheek against his neck. The soft sounds of their skin rubbing together made the moment even more peaceful and sweet.
She listened to the heartbeats that pounded like muffled thunder, unsure if they were his or her own, but at this moment, what did it matter whether they were his or hers?
What difference does it make whether it's begging for mercy or it's genuine?
She whispered, "Feng Chen, I miss you so much."
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