imperial psychologist

Chapter 483
Chen Yicong felt that Bai Ling was getting closer.

His cheeks were boiling hot, and he was short of breath for a while.

Chen Yicong took two steps back involuntarily. Every time he took a step back, Bo Ling took another step until he bumped into the chair behind him, and Chen Yicong fell down.

He heard Berlin's even breathing getting closer.

Chen Yicong smelled the faint fragrance of the girl and thought of her wet hair, only then did he realize that Bai Ling's bathing today might have ulterior motives.

Chen Yicong turned his face away—even though they couldn't see each other's expressions clearly in the darkness, he shyly avoided Bai Ling's latent gaze.

He felt Bai Ling's cold hand slowly cover his cheek, slowly turning his face to her side.

"No...no no..." Chen Yicong pushed Bo Ling's hand away, "...don't do this."

"Don't what?"

"Don't do this to me...to me..." Chen Yicong became a little incoherent, and he tightly grasped Bai Ling's fidgeting hands, "I don't want to force myself on this matter—"

Burling lowered his head.

Chen Yicong felt those damp hairs fall on his shoulders.

His breath mingled with Berlin's.

Warm, quiet, fragrant breath.

...long kisses.

Chen Yicong felt as if he was in the center of a storm, everything about him melted between Bai Ling's lips and teeth, he closed his eyes, and clumsily obeyed Bai Ling's will in this quiet and cold late night.

On the wooden chair, the two embraced tightly without saying a word, only the chair under them made a slight "creak" sound.

The edge of the world is gone, and the edge of night is gone.

In the distance, the water waves on the shore of An Lake overflowed the reefs under the night, and the boats moored on the water rose and fell with the ups and downs of the waves.

Occasionally, the dark vortex of the lake approached, causing dripping echoes.

From the wooden table to the bed, Chen Yicong's clothes were peeled off one by one, and then discarded casually all the way, until Chen Yicong's close-fitting hedgehog armor - Bo Ling couldn't untie it.

Bo Ling stopped, waiting for Chen Yicong to do it himself.

But Chen Yicong stopped, "We...we really want to..."

Bo Ling leaned on Chen Yicong's arm without answering.

"Bai Ling, I haven't married you yet..." Chen Yicong turned sideways, gently stroking Bai Ling's face, "Do you not mind?"

Chen Yicong waited for a long time, but Bai Ling still didn't make a sound—she just lay there, gently stroking Chen Yicong's hair.

This silence made Chen Yicong feel a little disappointed.

"Am I talking too much?"

In the darkness, he heard Bo Ling laughing.

So Chen Yicong took a deep breath, turned over and sat up, skillfully opened the hidden buttons on both sides of his waist, and then threw the hedgehog armor aside.

With a soft pillow in a fragrant quilt and a beautiful woman in his arms, Chen Yicong buried his face in Bai Ling's ear. Some things really don't need to be taught, he already knows what he should do...

Bo Ling suddenly said softly, "It seems that the emperor really likes me."

Chen Yicong didn't notice anything wrong.

Bo Ling's right hand slowly reached under the pillow.

"...Probably, no matter what I ask the emperor now, the emperor will agree."

"Whatever you want... I will give you..."

Bai Ling breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped her left hand around Chen Yicong's neck, and pressed him into her arms. Bai Ling gently stroked Chen Yicong's head, and whispered in his ear, "...then, Give me your life."

Chen Yicong was taken aback for a moment.

Before he could figure out what Bo Ling's words meant, he heard a dull sound, and a strange pain came from his left shoulder.

The sharp Webster's short knife had already been half sunk into his left shoulder.

Bo Ling held the handle of the knife, and before Chen Yicong could react, he pulled out the dagger forcefully.

Blood spattered, leaving a very tense line on the curtain.

Chen Yicong let out a scream.

Before the second knife was about to fall, Chen Yicong finally realized the danger, and he blocked Bai Ling's hand almost instinctively - there was no difficulty, as Bai Ling's strength was not strong in the first place. During the gap between survival, Chen Yicong relied on his right hand alone. , and tightly clasped Bo Ling's wrists.

The fallen dagger rolled to the ground, making a soft sound of metal impact.

"Come on!"

Chen Yicong finally understood what happened tonight, and the sharp pain really came at this time.His teeth were trembling, hot blood dripped down the pit of his neck, and fell on Bai Ling's cheek bit by bit.

There was a strong smell of blood.

Zhao Qi, who had been watching the night outside the house, heard the violent noise inside and the emperor's angry shout of "come!", and hurried in with a candle lamp.

The candlelight was dim, but it was enough to illuminate the world.

"Emperor—" Before Zhao Qi had time to salute, he was terrified by the scene in front of him.

Chen Yicong's white shirt had been stained mostly red, he suppressed Bai Ling, and on the ground not far away, a bloody dagger lay quietly on the ground...

"...Why?" Chen Yicong burst into tears, "Bai Ling... what are you doing?"

Bo Ling stared into Chen Yicong's eyes expressionlessly.

"I'm teaching you the last lesson, Your Majesty." She said indifferently, "I'm teaching you what is meant by 'heaven will be repaid'."

"Shut up!" Chen Yicong snapped, "I trust you so much... I am willing to give you my whole heart—"

Burling let out a series of sneers.

"Heart……?"

Bo Ling struggled vigorously, her face was clearly written with disdain, contempt and viciousness, and in her eyes, there was uncontrollable anger - this is a picture that makes Chen Yicong feel strange Face.

"Only your heart is a heart, isn't someone else's heart a heart!

"In order to satisfy your own life, do you want to turn everyone else's life into ruins!"

Berlin's voice was almost hysterical.

"Chen Yicong! You really make me sick!"

Chen Yicong stared blankly at Bai Ling's eyes.

It's hatred, indifference... and unabashed dislike.

"You, how dare you..."

Chen Yicong's left cheek twitched slightly, unprecedented disappointment and anger rushed into his heart.

"Don't forget..." He stared at Bai Ling in front of him with red eyes, "Bo Shijun and Bai Yi just left the city today—"

"If Bai Yi knew...that his life was being threatened by you as a bargaining chip, he would have killed himself before you could do it!

"Why, do you understand?" Bai Ling sneered, "Of course you don't understand, and you never will!
"Where did that Chen Yicong who shot and killed Jiaolong in Yinfeng Garden for a little girl go!?
"Now that you are on the throne, have you forgotten all about the past!"

Chen Yicong raised his head. In this small room, after such a long time, there was only Zhao Qi standing there tremblingly holding a candle.

He finally remembered—not long ago, he personally removed all the hidden guards in the small courtyard in Berlin.

(End of this chapter)