Chapter 140 Don’t Pick Wildflowers on the Roadside
In order to get close to Qianzhi as soon as possible, Theo has been working very hard recently and couldn't even get the most basic sleep.
And now, Qianzhi's tiny touch was like the last breeze that overturned the snow-capped mountains. The moment the warm breath came over, it activated all his dormant keen perceptions.
He tightened the grip of her fingers and changed his long legs from a coiled position to a kneeling position.
He let go of her hand, rested his arm on the back of the soft chair, and with his other arm clasped Qianzhi's neck, letting her fluffy hair entangle with his long fingers.
The broad back muscles beneath the man's white shirt suddenly tightened, but the ferocity of his thrusts was in stark contrast to the force with which he pressed against the corner of her lips.
Gentle and cherishing, with suppressed restraint.
"You little rascal," Theo said, his Adam's apple rolling as he held her lips, his words of endearment unclear. "You tricked me into becoming a couple and then disappeared without a trace."
Every time he finally made time to look for her, he always came up empty-handed. When he saw her again, she always smelled like another man.
"I'm not lying," the girl in his arms opened her mouth, "It's because of the arrival of the Federation diplomatic corps, and Mr. Avery—ah—"
Before she could finish her words, the man sealed her lips.
He almost forgot that his little Dodder was still a fool who didn't understand romance.
"Don't mention other men's names in front of me." He bit her gently, and then couldn't help but move closer to her.
The sweet pheromone scent of honey and the pseudo-woody fragrance deliberately sprayed by the man blend beautifully, lingering in the quiet greenhouse.
"Now, Qianqian can only think of me." He slid across her earlobe, twisted the side of her neck, wrapped her body with his broad chest, and finally pushed aside her sweaty hair and bit her gland.
The girl in his arms whimpered softly and hugged his tense neck tightly.
For the sentinels and guides who have already formed a pair, the temporary mark is equivalent to a deeper combination of mental power and pheromones.
This feeling, as if she was really being swallowed by another person and every cell in her body was controlled, made her tremble uncontrollably and lean back, but this open movement gave the man in front of her more opportunities to conquer.
Theo bit Qianzhi's neck, like an animal drinking from the delicate part of its favorite prey, until her eyes were blurred by the pheromones and she had no ability to resist clearly.
The greedy beasts took advantage of the situation.
Theo slowly raised himself up, stroked her soft cheek with his long fingers, brushed across her lips and collarbone, then moved down, gently unbuttoned a few buttons under the girl's collarbone, and then covered her with his entire palm.
The girl in his arms trembled like a leaf tossed by the wind, her eyes wet, her fingers weakly grasping the man's tense forearm, "It's so itchy, Theo."
"Itchy?" The man swallowed repeatedly, his throat seemed to be on fire, dry and dangerous. "Where is itchy?"
Qianzhi couldn't describe the feeling. Everywhere he touched felt numb and tingling, like a leaf that was about to dry up and was craving more water.
And Theo's fingertips touched her so lightly, so lightly that her skin was clamoring wildly, hoping that he could touch her more.
Her vines stretched out, trying to absorb the drop of sweat on Theo's forehead.
But Theo grabbed those vines and wrapped them around his wrists.
"Not today, Qianqian, I don't want to let you go so easily." The man's lips fell from her neck, all the way down, gently biting and grinding repeatedly.
"Don't." The itchiness intensified, and she anxiously pushed it away twice with her hands, but Theo's big hands clamped her wrists instead.
"I've been thinking this for a long time. One day, I will kiss Qianqian all over her body." His warm breath sprayed, burning her so much that she gasped softly.
The shirt and long dress that the girl always wore neatly was now sticky and wrinkled beyond recognition.
The collar of her clothes opened, revealing her fair skin and a waist that was as thin as a hand, and then downwards——
Qianzhi almost slipped off the chair. Her wet and dazed eyes met Theo's charming peach blossom eyes through the lifted hem of her skirt, as if tempting her soul to sign a contract with him to fall into the abyss.
She whispered Theo's name over and over again, only to receive increasingly ferocious responses.
It wasn't until a light sound like wind hitting the door was heard outside that Qianzhi regained his senses and noticed how ridiculous they looked.
The front of the shirt was soaked, revealing the flesh underneath, making it look damp and alluring.
Because of his kneeling posture, the empire's crown prince's suit trousers were stretched out by his muscular thighs.
He casually lifted up his drooping hair, then slowly stood up and gently placed his coat, which had not yet been soiled, on Qianzhi.
"It's a bit cold outside," he said softly, his voice no longer concealing his deep-seated possessiveness, but regaining his usual clear and smooth tone. "Qianqian, if you want to go out, wait a while."
He turned his gaze to the door where the sound came from, tugged at his wrinkled collar, and slowly walked over.
"I knew it would be you." Theo brushed his hair again. "Ian."
The man in military uniform stood in the shadow outside the greenhouse. His expression could not be seen at the moment, but one could clearly feel that the temperature around him had dropped by several degrees.
"The latest news came from the star belt southeast of District 9. Another wave of fast radio bursts occurred nearby. At the same time, several private warships appeared on the border of the empire." Ian turned his gaze away from the greenhouse, his tone heavy.
Theo's lazy and unfocused expression quickly faded. "Is it the Federation? Their envoy is still here with us. Even if they want to use this opportunity to secretly use some tricks, it's a bit too hasty."
"I'm afraid this is a new round of internal strife," Ian pursed his lips. "His Majesty the Emperor just issued a meeting order, but it's a pity that Your Highness didn't receive it."
He stared at the small damp spot on Theo's trousers, his chest heaving slightly twice, but he couldn't help but speak, and the words he said seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"The greenhouse is very humid and not suitable for Your Highness to do anything unnecessary."
"If we don't do something, her mind will be completely seduced by that guy who came out of nowhere." Theo took the new shirt from the waiter and put it on.
"If my family is not stable, how can I pacify the world?" The crown prince can tolerate his little dodder taking a few concubines who know her well, but he will deal with those wild flowers on the roadside who want to enter her sight without leaving any room for mercy.
Will it be discovered? Hehehe
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