Chapter 481 This man’s words have long lost their credibility in her eyes!
Lan Xiyue was curled up on her side, breathing slowly and evenly, clearly asleep. A few strands of soft hair fell across her fair face, and her long eyelashes cast a small, fan-like shadow under her eyes.
Looking at her defenseless sleeping face, Mo Liyuan's hard lips unconsciously raised a very gentle arc, and his deep eyes were filled with doting that was almost overflowing.
He stretched out his hand, his fingertips covered with thin calluses, and gently stroked her delicate and smooth cheek, as if touching the most precious porcelain.
This subtle touch made Lan Xiyue's eyelashes tremble slightly, and she opened her eyes drowsily.
Her misty eyes blinked, and when she saw the person in front of her clearly, she called out with the lazy and soft voice of someone who had just woken up, "Mo Liyuan, you're back?"
Mo Liyuan leaned in close, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe. His voice was low and magnetic, and he said affectionately, "Yuer, I like you to call me husband instead of calling me by my name."
Lan Xiyue rolled her eyes at him unhappily, resting her slender hands on his strong, broad chest, using the force to prop herself up slightly. "You came back quite early today," she said, changing the subject. "Are you done with the things outside?"
Mo Liyuan lay down, stretched out his long arms, and embraced her soft body in his arms, letting her lean against his solid chest.
He sighed contentedly, his chin resting lightly against the top of her head. "Well, the resettlement of refugees has been arranged, and the court has also sent capable officials north to provide disaster relief. Next..." He paused, tightening his arm around her waist. "I must spend more time with my Yue'er."
Lan Xiyue chuckled softly in his arms, her fingertips unconsciously curling the collar of his shirt: "Don't you come back every day?"
"That's different." Mo Liyuan whispered in her ear, his breath hot.
Lan Xiyue's ears were slightly hot from his teasing. She glared at him unhappily and poked his chest with her fingertips with a hint of anger. "What's the difference? It's still every night... Oh, right," she thought of something important, "I'll have the housekeeper open the storehouse and pick out some good things. I'll take them to the Qian Mansion the day after tomorrow to propose to my brother. Do you have any objections?"
Mo Liyuan easily caught her small hand that was causing trouble on him, wrapped it in his palm, and said with a low laugh, "Everything in the Regent Palace belongs to Yue'er. Yue'er can take whatever she wants. Why ask me?"
He paused, his eyes serious, "Someday, I will have the housekeeper hand over all the account books and storeroom keys in the mansion to Yue'er for management."
"No!" Lan Xiyue immediately refused, "I don't want to bother with these trivial matters. It's a waste of time and energy."
Mo Liyuan stared at her with deep eyes, "Other women, in order to fight for the power of the housekeeper, would use all their tricks and fight to the death."
Lan Xiyue snorted lightly, with a hint of arrogance: "That's them, I don't care, and I don't bother to care."
Mo Liyuan was pleased by her straightforward and unique personality. He chuckled softly and tightened his arms around her, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood: "Well, it's my fault. My Yue'er is naturally different from those ordinary women. She is the bright moon in the sky, how can she be compared to ordinary things in this world?" Before he finished speaking, he had already lowered his head and accurately grasped her slightly parted red lips.
"Um...Mo Liyuan!" Lan Xiyue was caught off guard and pushed his chest away, "Now...now it's broad daylight..."
Mo Liyuan stepped back slightly, his deep eyes burning with undisguised fire, and he said with a playful smile: "So what if it's broad daylight?" Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his long arm, easily picked up the person in his arms, and strode towards the large carved bed covered with a brocade quilt.
"Hey! You...you are making this clear in broad daylight..." Lan Xiyue was both embarrassed and annoyed, and she hadn't finished her accusation.
Mo Liyuan had already placed her gently on the soft bed, and then he covered her with his body. There was a hint of wicked calmness on his handsome face. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Hmm? I am going to 'commit adultery in broad daylight' today." He looked down at her delicate face that was stained with blush, and he was very confident.
Lan Xiyue was so angry at his shameless look that she laughed, her beautiful eyes widening: "You still... you still feel so righteous! Shameless!"
Mo Liyuan chuckled softly, and his hot breath sprayed on her neck with a fatal temptation: "What face do I have in front of Yue'er?" After that, he did not give her a chance to refute and kissed her deeply again. The curtain then slid down silently, covering up the beautiful spring scene in the room.
Outside the door, in the corridor, Chuchun and Chuxia vaguely heard the faint sounds coming from the inner room and the princess's coquettish low cry. They looked at each other, and two red clouds instantly appeared on their cheeks, as if they were stained with rouge.
They hurriedly lowered their heads and walked away quickly, feeling embarrassed and sighing in their hearts: The prince and the princess... are really in love, and this happened in broad daylight... It's so embarrassing!
As dusk fell, the light in the room became dim and ambiguous.
Lan Xiyue felt so sore all over that she felt like she was falling apart, and the fatigue from being over-demanded was evident in every crack between her bones.
She could no longer bear it, and finally gathered up the last bit of strength and growled, "Mo Liyuan! That's enough!"
The insatiable man on her body paused, finally stopping this passionate battle that had lasted the entire afternoon.
Lan Xiyue was still gasping for breath, her watery eyes filled with a hint of anger and grievance as she glared fiercely at the culprit.
She turned over with great difficulty, her slender fingers rubbing her aching lower back, cursing inwardly: This hungry wolf can never be satisfied! If this continues, I'm afraid her bones will be broken here.
Mo Liyuan looked at her with satisfaction at her delicate and lazy appearance that had been completely "destroyed" by him. Seeing that her brows were tightly furrowed and the movements of rubbing her waist were weak, a rare trace of guilt flashed through his heart.
He touched his tall nose bridge, leaned closer, and said in a hoarse and flattering voice: "Yuer... your waist hurts a lot? I'll rub it for you, okay?"
Lan Xiyue tensed up instantly like a frightened rabbit when she heard that, and looked at him warily: "Don't touch me!"
She hadn't forgotten. He'd said the same thing just now, but those calloused hands had changed their tone as they rubbed her, igniting a new round of prairie fire. This man's words had long since lost their credibility with her!
"Really, I'm just rubbing your waist. I won't do anything else." Mo Liyuan laughed helplessly.
Lan Xiyue didn't believe a word of it. With a thought, she flashed into the space.
Mo Liyuan looked at the empty quilt beside him. The contentment and tenderness he had just shown were instantly replaced by a dark depression, and his handsome face became completely gloomy.
"Yuer!" He looked into the empty air, his voice filled with suppressed annoyance, "Take me in!"
The only response he got was the dead silence in the room.
In the space, as soon as Lan Xiyue landed on the ground, the huge snow-white tiger growled excitedly, spread its four hooves and ran towards her, bringing up a gust of wind.
Lan Xiyue quickly stretched out her hand to stop him: "Dabai! Go play by yourself! The food will be brought to you soon, dear!"
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