Chapter 434 Accompanying Yue Er to Relax is also a serious matter
The next morning.
The winter sun shines through the bright paper on the window lattice, casting a hazy glow in the room.
Lan Xiyue slowly awoke, and before she could fully regain consciousness, she felt a warm, solid presence envelop her. She shifted, finding herself almost completely encased in Mo Liyuan's embrace, his arm still domineeringly wrapped around her waist.
She tilted her head slightly, and what caught her eye was his hard jaw and tightly pursed thin lips.
He seemed to be sleeping uneasy, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, even the fine hairs were clearly visible.
Lan Xiyue was lost in thought. It was rare for her to have the opportunity to observe him sleeping so closely and quietly.
Just as she was lost in thought, Mo Liyuan's thick eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.
Those deep eyes were hazy at first, as if they had just woken up, but the moment they met her clear gaze, they immediately regained their former sharpness and clarity, like a cold star that parted the clouds.
"Awake?" His voice was hoarse, low and sexy with the morning hue, brushing against her eardrums.
"Yeah." Lan Xiyue responded and tried to move away from his arms.
However, as soon as she moved, the arm around her waist suddenly tightened.
"Don't move." Mo Liyuan's voice became a little deeper, with unquestionable strength.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, took a deep breath, and greedily absorbed the unique sweet scent from her body, as if this could dispel the fatigue and remaining restlessness from a sleepless night.
The warm breath sprayed on the sensitive skin of her neck, causing a slight shiver.
Lan Xiyue's body stiffened slightly, and she could clearly feel the changes in his body. The hard and hot part that was pressed against her indicated a certain presence that could not be ignored.
The fire that was forcibly suppressed last night did not seem to be extinguished, but instead rekindled in the morning light.
"Mo Liyuan..." She pushed his solid chest in embarrassment, "It's time to get up! By the way, why haven't you left this morning?"
Mo Liyuan didn't move at all, but instead tightened his grip.
He raised his head, locking his deep eyes with hers, filled with the strong and insoluble desire that she was familiar with, like a volcano about to erupt.
"Yuer..." His voice was hoarse, but with a bewitching magnetism. "Last night... you owed me."
Lan Xiyue's cheeks flushed instantly, and she glared at him: "Who owes you anything? Let me go! It's already dawn!"
Mo Liyuan laughed softly, and the vibration of his chest was transmitted to her.
Instead of letting go, he rolled over and easily pinned her down. His tall figure loomed over her, bringing with it an irresistible sense of oppression and scorching heat.
"It's still early." He leaned over, and his hot lips, with a punishing force, precisely captured her lips, blocking all her unspoken protests.
This kiss was different from last night's lingering tentativeness. It was filled with the domineering power of conquering cities and the desire that had been accumulated all night, instantly igniting the air.
Lan Xiyue seemed to struggle a few times at first, but soon succumbed to his strong and skillful teasing. Her body gradually became soft and her consciousness became blurred. She could only passively endure his passionate demands and sink into the web of desire he had woven.
The snow outside the window reflected the entangled figures on the bed. Inside the brocade tent, the temperature continued to rise, leaving only suppressed gasps and tiny moans, quietly spreading in the winter morning.
After a long time, Lan Xiyue was sitting in front of the dressing table wrapped in her pajamas, and Chuchun was carefully combing her long black hair.
The person in the mirror had a flushed face, and her eyes were filled with a hint of lazy spring love that had not yet faded. Her lips were slightly swollen from being kissed, like ripe cherries, indicating the intensity of the kiss just now.
Chuxia came over holding a newly made dress. Seeing the princess's appearance, she couldn't help but smile.
Lan Xiyue glared at her in the mirror. Chu Xia quickly lowered her head, but her shoulders were still shaking slightly.
Mo Liyuan was already dressed neatly, wearing a dark brocade robe, which made him look tall and straight, and his demeanor was noble.
He walked to the dressing table and looked at the shy and angry face of the beauty in the mirror. He was in a good mood and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Yuer..." He picked up the forgotten invitation on the dressing table, his fingertips stroking the delicate paper, "If you want to go to appreciate the plum blossoms, I will accompany you today."
Lan Xiyue was getting her hair tied up in early spring. She curled her lips when she heard this and said, "No." She paused and glanced unhappily at the refreshed man in the mirror.
Mo Liyuan bent down behind her, put his hands on both sides of the dressing table, and held her in his arms.
He looked at her angry eyes in the mirror and whispered, "You really don't want to go?"
Lan Xiyue turned to look at him in surprise: "You have nothing to do today?" Usually at this time, he would either go out or be in the study dealing with a mountain of official business.
"Of course there is something." Mo Liyuan's deep eyes lingered on her face, hinting at something. "But accompanying Yue'er to relax is also a serious matter."
Lan Xiyue felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her. She turned back to the mirror and said, "You're so smooth-talking."
The smile in Mo Liyuan's eyes deepened. He stood up and said to Chuchun, "Give the princess a more delicate bun to match the scarlet brocade cloak." He remembered that the cloak made her skin look whiter than snow, and she looked incredibly beautiful.
He picked up the black ink on the dressing table again and, under Lan Xiyue's surprised gaze, leaned over and carefully and naturally began to draw her eyebrows. His movements were focused and gentle, his fingertips occasionally brushing against her brow bone, bringing a slight warmth.
"My Yue'er, you are truly the most beautiful girl in the capital." He stared at the delicate eyebrows and eyes that were gradually taking shape in the mirror, and whispered in her ear, his tone full of undisguised pride and possessiveness.
Mo Liyuan's movements were unexpectedly steady. The thin blade between his slender and powerful fingers showed a concentration and tenderness that was completely different from the way he held the sword on the battlefield.
He leaned over slightly, and his warm breath brushed across Lan Xiyue's forehead. His deep eyes stared at the lines of her brows, as if he was carving the most precious uncut jade in the world.
Lan Xiyue sat stiffly, feeling the slight tingling sensation of his fingertips occasionally brushing against her brow bone, and her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.
The mirror reflected his handsome face so close at hand, his focused expression as if he was doing something important that concerned the safety of the country.
She had never imagined that this regent, who could influence everything in the court and intimidate his enemies on the battlefield, would do such a boudoir thing for her. An indescribable warmth quietly flowed through her heart, carrying a hint of sweetness and a touch of excitement.
After the last stroke was completed, Mo Liyuan stood up and looked at the pair of distant mountain eyebrows in the mirror that he had carefully drawn. Their dark blue eyebrows were like smoke, which made her cold eyes even more lively and charming.
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