Lin Yuzhi's tone was lonely and deep, as if all his heavy emotions were poured out at this moment and could no longer be concealed.
He didn't want to pretend to be indifferent anymore, he didn't want to be cautious anymore, and he didn't want to be serious and polite anymore.
What he wanted was the princess's favor.
What he wanted was to be recognized by the princess.
He wants to be a princess.
Lin Yuzhi's hands were getting tighter and tighter, and the distance between them was very close.
In the winter, the white mist between breaths tangled together, blurring Lin Yuzhi's eyebrows and eyes, and then slowly dissipated.
The corners of his eyes were getting redder.
"Princess, is that okay?"
Lin Yuzhi asked softly.
He seemed to be afraid of hearing a rejection from Wen Yu. His eyes trembled, but his gaze remained fixed on her face, not moving at all, and even becoming more and more urgent.
Wen Yu didn't expect that Lin Yuzhi would take the initiative to seek sex with her on the first day of the new year.
After all, except when he loses his composure after drinking, he usually looks calm and cool, as if nothing happened.
I thought that the time when Han Quanchi offered himself to me was the most shocking thing he had ever done, but I didn't expect that Lin Yuzhi would come to the Damei Palace again to ask for favor.
It's true that if you don't make a sound, you'll do nothing. But when you do make a sound, it'll
Wen Yu looked at Lin Yuzhi's eyes filled with hope, and slowly pulled her fingers out from between his fingers.
Seeing this, Lin Yuzhi felt a bleak sadness in his heart and a hint of fragility in his eyes, but he still did not let go, but held on tightly.
He would not retreat again.
He is drunk even though he has no wine, he must fight for himself.
He was the first to see the princess wake up, the first to talk to the princess, and the first to know the princess's hidden secrets.
What basis do those latecomers have?
Lin Yuzhi held Wen Yu's hand tightly, kissed her fingertips, closed his eyes, and hid the wanton emotion in his eyes.
His voice was like jade being rubbed on sandpaper, cold and hoarse: "Princess, don't reject me."
He raised his eyes and said, "Please don't keep me waiting any longer, okay?"
When Wen Yu saw Lin Yuzhi's appearance, she felt itchy in her heart. It was hard not to want to taste such a face.
And she didn't mean to refuse when she pulled her hand away just now.
Wen Yu blinked: "If you don't let go of my hand, how can I hug your neck?"
Lin Yu was stunned, and then a rare look of confusion flashed across his face.
Wen Yu shook her clenched hands and said confidently, "Hold me."
Lin Yuzhi looked at the mischief on Wen Yu's face and realized the deep meaning behind these two short words, and his heart skipped a beat.
Then, his heart began to beat like a drum, and there was an endless sound of fighting and roaring in his head. Even his thoughts froze for a moment and fell into a blank.
But his actions were faster than his brain. The clamor and desire of his limbs suddenly surpassed his brain, broke through the restraints, and seized control of his body.
He lifted up the back of Wen Yu's head, closed his eyes and kissed her lips that he had been thinking about day and night.
Soft, sweet, and fragrant, the scent that belonged only to a princess swept through his limbs and bones in an instant, invading him and making him intoxicated and bewildered.
Wen Yu responded softly, and their tongues hooked together.
Lin Yuzhi trembled, then picked up Wen Yu.
Without having time to think about the location of the bedroom, he quickly walked to the nearest room and kicked the door open.
He doesn't look like the cold and self-respecting Prime Minister at all.
Liu Chun, who was watching from the side, was startled and quickly patted his chest, muttering: "That's the study room... although it has never been used, but there is no bed..."
The door of the study had been closed by Lin Yuzhi.
There were only bookshelves filled with a variety of items in the room, and an extremely large desk in the middle.
Lin Yuzhi put Wen Yu, who was wearing a cloak, sitting on the table, leaned over and kissed her again, and while pressing down, he swung his long arms to sweep away all the things that were in the way.
He kissed her lightly for only a moment, then separated her lips slightly and stared at Wen Yu who was lying on the table, observing her reaction with a little trepidation.
Wen Yu put her arms around his shoulders, her eyes slightly closed, her lips tinged with water.
Lin Yuzhi opened his lips slightly, his breath from his nose and lips intertwined with Wen Yu's, his chest rose and fell slightly, his eyes gradually became blurred and out of focus, slowly wandering to Wen Yu's lips, and he kissed her hard again out of control.
The kiss was urgent and fierce.
All this talk of dignity and propriety is completely out of the question.
Lin Yuzhi held Wen Yu's waist with one hand and stroked her cheek with the other, with a ferocious yet endless tenderness in his eyes.
Wen Yu's hand that was around his shoulder was pulled down, and Lin Yuzhi clasped his fingers together and pressed them against the top of Wen Yu's head, kissing her deeper and deeper.
The emotions and desires that had been suppressed for a long time now came back at this moment with double the force.
His usual coolness was gone, and the corners of his eyes were unusually bright.
Wen Yu's belt was gently untied, and her collar opened up instantly, revealing a moon-white bellyband embroidered with lotus flowers.
Lin Yuzhi's hand was a little cold, and when it fell on Wen Yu's hip, it aroused a layer of fine goose bumps, which quickly disappeared.
Wen Yu's lips and tongue moved away a little: "Your hands are so cold..."
Lin Yuzhi's breathing was disordered: "It's my fault."
As he spoke, he activated his internal energy. His palms gradually became warm. The delicate touch made his eyes darken with desire, and it moved to his waist.
He paused, and the straps of his bellyband were gently untied and slid to the side.
For a moment, Lin Yuzhi couldn't help holding his breath, his eyes trembling like the falling snow in winter, unable to find a place to land.
He couldn't help but called out in a trembling voice: "Princess..."
Wen Yu crossed her arms, blocking half of his gaze, and pushed him: "Don't just stare at me, move, it's cold..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yuzhi took Wen Yu's hand away, and clasped his fingers together again and crossed them on top of his head.
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