Jun Zechen turned his head to look at her.
Su Jingyao puffed her cheeks: "No, because I worry about you every day."
Jun Zechen chuckled.
Although he was not as proactive as Su Jingyao, he would be delighted every time he heard her surprising words.
This kind of joy brought with it a heartbeat that Jun Zechen himself didn't even notice.
As the two talked, an ambiguous atmosphere quietly spread between them.
Su Jingyao's heart was beating like a drum and her cheeks were flushed, like peach blossoms blooming in the winter snow, so beautiful and tempting.
However, Jun Zechen's eyes became more complicated.
At first, he took the initiative to accept her approach because of the power of the Su family behind her. He wanted to use the power of the Su family to help the country's cause.
But as they spent time together day after day, Su Jingyao's kindness, simplicity, intelligence and cleverness unknowingly began to waver in his hard heart.
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Jun Zechen was abandoned by his biological parents since he was born. It was the abbot of Fanyin Temple who took him in out of kindness and taught him to read and write and practice martial arts.
The abbot once said that he was born with a noble destiny, but his love life was bumpy.
He had a destined woman, and on that woman's back was the same phoenix mark as the one on his chest.
Only by marrying her can everything go smoothly.
If he were with another woman, he would not only lose everything, but would also cause that woman to experience death and die.
Jun Zechen turned his head and looked at Su Jingyao.
She had a sweet smile on her lips and curved eyebrows, looking like a girl in love, so beautiful that it made people intoxicated.
Suddenly, Jun Zechen stretched out his long arms, and his powerful arms tightly embraced Su Jingyao's slender waist, and carried her from the other horse to his front.
There was a flash of surprise in Su Jingyao's eyes.
This was the first time they had such close contact since they met. She could clearly feel Jun Zechen's body temperature and his steady and strong heartbeat.
Su Jingyao's cheeks flushed, and she whispered angrily, "Jun Zechen, you have to be responsible for hugging me."
Jun Zechen's expression froze for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to normal.
He did not respond, but raised the whip and swung it hard. The tall black horse under his crotch neighed and galloped away like an arrow.
Su Jingyao subconsciously huddled in Jun Zechen's warm arms.
Jun Zechen quickly unfolded his cloak and wrapped her tightly around him to shield her from the cold wind.
The wind whistled past their ears, and soon they arrived at a sand dune covered with snow.
The top of the sand dune is silvery white, as if the world was just created, pure without a trace of impurities.
In the distance, the rolling sand hills are winding and undulating, and under the cover of white snow, they outline a dreamy outline.
The sand and snow are intertwined, quiet and magnificent.
Jun Zechen jumped off the horse swiftly, and his slender hand naturally stretched out in front of Su Jingyao.
Su Jingyao put her hand on his with a smile on her lips, but the next moment, she deliberately exerted force and pressed her whole body against him.
Jun Zechen didn't dodge or evade, but let her do whatever she wanted lovingly, and fell on the snow hill as she moved.
Then he turned around and pressed Su Jingyao under him, supporting himself with his hands on both sides of her.
When their eyes met, the air around them suddenly became hot, and an ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air like wisps of smoke.
Su Jingyao's cheeks were burning hot, and her whole heart was filled with the sweetness and shyness of a girl experiencing love for the first time.
However, there was an imperceptible struggle and restraint hidden in Jun Zechen's eyes.
He looked into Su Jingyao's bright eyes, and a voice in his heart was clamoring wildly, wanting to indulge in this feeling, but reason was like cold shackles that bound him.
He was afraid, afraid that the woman in front of him was not his destined one, and if he gave her to the wrong person, there would be no recovery.
Su Jingyao doesn't care about all this. She has always been bold and passionate. If she loves, then she loves.
Without hesitation, she moved closer, closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, and kissed Jun Zechen on the lips.
In an instant, Jun Zechen was shocked as if an electric current passed through his body.
The defense line of reason collapsed instantly under the soft touch.
Although he had never had such an intimate act with a woman, at this moment, instinct drove him to respond to this passion.
The kiss between the two was so passionate that it was hard to tell who was who.
Su Jingyao felt her body go limp and she collapsed in Jun Zechen's arms.
Jun Zechen's kiss followed her red lips, winding all the way to her slender neck, leaving a trail of hot marks.
Suddenly, his gaze fixed on the back of Su Jingyao and his eyes froze.
Then, it seemed that some kind of decision was made.
His hands moved unconsciously, and Su Jingyao's clothes gradually became messy under her cloak. The collar was slightly open, revealing a small piece of fair skin.
Su Jingyao closed her eyes tightly, immersed in this love. Perhaps she really didn't notice it, or perhaps she chose to indulge in it and pretended not to know.
Jun Zechen exerted force with his arms, picked up Su Jingyao, and let her sit on his lap, while he leaned on the sand dune, their bodies pressed closer.
He untied Su Jingyao's cloak and covered her in front with it, and the two of them became closer.
Jun Zechen couldn't help but give her a series of delicate kisses again, from the exposed shoulders, to the shoulder sockets, and then quietly moved to... the back of the neck.
As she moved, Su Jingyao's neckline became more and more open, and Jun Zechen's sight fell on her beautiful back without any obstruction.
The skin is delicate and fair, like mutton-fat jade.
But there was nothing on it, no phoenix mark symbolizing destined fate.
It was as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head, and all Jun Zechen's enthusiasm was extinguished in an instant.
He was stunned for a moment, then quickly regained his composure.
He clenched his fists, forced himself to suppress the surging emotions in his heart, and silently tidied Su Jingyao's clothes.
Su Jingyao noticed something strange and opened her eyes slightly.
Jun Zechen looked normal and said softly, "It's freezing cold, don't catch a cold."
The two of them stood up, and Jun Zechen carefully tied Su Jingyao's cloak again. His movements were gentle, but his eyes were dark and gloomy.
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