At dinner time, Qingyun and her lover set up a small kang table and insisted on adding an extra dish: spicy shredded tripe, braised sausage, small soup, and a small portion of rice in a wooden bucket. These were all dishes that Nan Yi insisted on eating. Originally, Granny Zhao didn't know how to cook them, but with Nan Yi's guidance, she made them quite well.
Qingqu and her lover were even more puzzled by something else. They couldn't understand why the two masters shared a meal, and they always ate so cleanly. They wondered if the masters were even full. Today, when the masters came, the two girls insisted on having more dishes added. Nanyi couldn't refuse the two girls, so he nodded in agreement.
When Yinzhen sat down, he glanced at the dishes and frowned slightly. "Why isn't there any porridge?" He wanted to eat porridge.
"You're tired of it, aren't you?" Nan Yi pouted. Yinzhen choked. He wasn't tired of it at all. This woman was clearly doing it on purpose. He didn't point it out, too lazy to talk to her. "Father Emperor said he wants to eat your porridge."
You wouldn't dare disobey an imperial edict, would you?
“Oh, that day, Eunuch Li took some porridge, and I made it myself,” Nan Yi said casually.
Yinzhen stared at her, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Eunuch Li, the one by Father Emperor's side?"
Nan Yi glanced at him. Who else could it be? Yinzhen was depressed. The Emperor had ruined his sons.
Nan Yi focused on the plate of shredded tripe in front of him, occasionally slipping a piece of food to Fourth Uncle with his chopsticks. After he finished eating, he still watched him clean up the mess. This time, there were quite a few shredded chili peppers left on the table.
Nan nestled in his arms, her fingertips roaming over his chest. Yinzhen pinched her slender fingers, bit them lightly, then opened his palm and caressed them. She had a pair of very beautiful hands, which were irresistible to look at, making one wish to hold them in one's hands all the time, and the same goes for her.
Thinking of this, Yinzhen's pent-up desires, which he had suppressed for many days, erupted at this moment like a surging tide, and he could no longer hold back.
“Xiao Shunzi,” he called out.
"Your servant is here."
"Stay at the gate and do not disturb the master tonight. If anything happens, report to the mistress."
"twitter"
Nan Yi almost fainted upon hearing this, her face turning bright red. The intention was so obvious; she wouldn't be able to see anyone tomorrow.
After Xiao Shunzi left, Yinzhen suddenly scooped Nan Yi up in his arms and carried her towards the inner room. Nan Yi was startled and, as they approached the bed, cried out, "Hey, don't step on the white carpet!"
Yinzhen looked down, understood, and tossed the object forward with both hands. Nan landed on the soft bed, kicked off his shoes, and casually tossed aside his robe.
Nan Yi's body trembled slightly with his movements. He knelt on the bed, watching her, his hands clutching the quilt. His gaze followed her raised head, down to her slender waist, the curves of her shapely figure. His eyes grew darker, desire rising deep within them.
After their passionate kiss in the villa, he kept thinking about her. He rarely thought of someone while handling official business, but now he was thinking of her, which made him feel helpless. He recalled their several interactions, but each time their conversation was interrupted. He thought that perhaps it was because he didn't get her in the end that he was thinking of her.
Perhaps, once I get it, I won't think about it like that anymore.
Yinzhen sat down on the edge of the bed. She didn't like makeup, so her face was very plain, her skin was snow-white, her eyebrows were thick, and in addition to her allure, she also had a touch of heroism. Her lips were red and moist, and her big, clear eyes were especially pleasing to him. Looking into them made one fall deeply in love with them. At this moment, Yinzhen was also captivated by her eyes, forgetting the time and place.
He turned her over, his firm chest pressing against her high, soft breasts, his hand sliding down to her slender waist to caress it, then pulled her close to his chest, wishing he could melt her into his body.
Nan Yi was a little flustered, but her fair little hand touched his nose, a bead of sweat on her fingertip. She couldn't help but lean her head closer, gently sucking on his thin lips, and then chuckled softly.
His desire reached its peak with her kiss, as if he had been searching for something he couldn't find, something he had forgotten and forgotten. His body suddenly tensed up. He saw her smile and covered her soft, wet lips with his own. His tongue also explored deep into her lips. When she was out of breath, his kiss slid down her lips, sucking and biting her pink neck, and stopping at her full breasts.
My gaze fell on her gold bodice. The color of this woman's bodice was always strange; the last time it seemed to have been black.
He held her soft flesh tightly in his palm, and when he felt it wasn't enough, he reached into her inner garment and pulled off her bodice. The beautiful scenery instantly filled his eyes: white snow and red plum blossoms were visible through the light green thin robe. He lowered his head and bit her, and Nan Yi trembled slightly, letting out a low whimper. She felt a slight pain, but her heart wanted more, yet she was at a loss.
She was experiencing human relations for the first time, though her body wasn't a virgin. But her modern soul was indeed experiencing it for the first time. She felt slightly uncomfortable with Yinzhen's intense actions and didn't know how to react. Her body writhed uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but rub against the heat source on her body, wanting more.
Seeing her aroused, Yinzhen pressed his burning desire against her lower abdomen again. He tore off her last remaining robe, swept away the curtains, and only soft moans and heavy growls remained inside the tent. The sounds ceased at midnight.
Qingyun and the others outside the door, having heard no sound from inside for a long time, grew slightly anxious. They were all experienced maids who knew that their master was staying overnight, but it was the first time they had slept until the very end of the day without getting up.
Yinzhen had already woken up. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he did not wake her, but just stared at her sleeping face. She was exhausted last night. At this moment, her head was resting on his shoulder, close to his neck, and her shallow breaths were soft.
He lowered his head slightly and saw that her red lips were swollen and had several cuts. His gaze went down to her neck, where her fair skin was covered with bruises. Her hair was scattered on the soft pillow and her slender back. Her jade-like hands were pressed against his chest, her belly was pressed tightly against his waist, and her legs were also tightly intertwined with his.
Thinking back to the passionate night they spent together until midnight, his desire had not diminished in the slightest and even seemed to be growing stronger. He was slightly alarmed and forced himself to stop.
Yinzhen suppressed the strange feeling in his body upon waking up in the morning, but she remained sound asleep. So he reached out and pinched the tip of her nose, gently calling out, "Yi'er," his voice overflowing with tenderness, completely unaware of what was happening to him.
Perhaps due to lack of ventilation, Nan squinted at her surroundings, rubbed her head against the soft pillow, and muttered, "It's not dawn yet."
"Yi'er?"
Yi'er, who is that?
"Yi'er?"
"Where is Yi'er?" she muttered.
Yinzhen was slightly taken aback, patted her pretty face, and Nan Yi opened her eyes again. It was a very familiar face. She blinked a few times and recognized the Fourth Prince.
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