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Chapter 177 Losing Your Mind
Jiang Yehan's body froze, his heart was pounding, and his body gradually became hot.

Ye Zhaoyan's body was scorching hot, and the heat source in her body made her unable to bear to get close to Jiang Yehan, as if she wanted to use him to dispel the heat in her body.

Jiang Yehan's pupils shrank a little, the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and his body became hot instantly.

His breathing was also beginning to become unsteady.

He lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms. He felt his heart beating faster and faster, and a certain part of his body was about to move. He wished he could immediately press her under him and trample her hard.

Just when he was at a loss, Ye Zhaoyan let out a low sigh from the corner of his mouth, and his pretty face was stained with a coquettish blush.

Jiang Yehan felt as if countless ants were crawling all over his body. He was extremely uncomfortable. The heat on his body was rapidly rising, and his breathing became heavy.

Ye Zhaoyan squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes were confused, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and his body was limp and unable to lift his strength.

She felt someone holding her to the bed.

She raised her eyes subconsciously, looking at the magnified handsome face in front of her, and that handsome face filled with deep longing, which made her heart tremble uncontrollably.

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In the confusion, she tried to restrain herself for a moment, and bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, a bloody smell accompanied by pain filled her mouth.

Jiang Yehan hugged Ye Zhaoyan to the bed, Ye Zhaoyan felt Jiang Yehan's palm caressing her chest, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, and her sanity recovered a bit, she grabbed Jiang Yehan's hand and said anxiously, "No! "

There was a tremor in her voice, and her heart was beating wildly.

Jiang Yehan froze, stopped all his movements, raised his head, looked at Ye Zhaoyan, his eyes flickered, he was a little confused.

"You can't..." Ye Zhaoyan's body was still trembling, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Jiang Yehan lowered his head to look at Ye Zhaoyan's eyes, only to see Ye Zhaoyan's eyes were as black as ink with a layer of mist, and his appearance was extremely charming, which made his heart skip a beat.

Seeing his flushed face, Ye Zhaoyan remembered something and blurted out, "There is a problem with the candle."

There was a hint of coquettish hoarseness in her voice.

Jiang Yehan's fingers paused, his eyes flickered, and he turned his head to look at the candlelight on the table. With a wave of his hand, the fireworks went out.

The room returned to darkness, and everything became quiet again, but Jiang Yehan couldn't calm down, a string seemed to be tensed in his body, and there was an inexplicable restlessness in his lower abdomen, and he couldn't control his body.

The words that King Qing once persuaded came to his mind, and the resistance he had once dissipated gradually. Looking at the charming girl in front of him, he finally made up his mind, "Miss Ye, don't be afraid, I will marry you."

His tone was gentle and coaxing.

Ye Zhaoyan's eyes flickered. Her consciousness was not so clear, but she still had a trace of reason. When she realized Jiang Yehan's words, she couldn't help being stunned, and looked at him in surprise, "What did you say?"

"Marry you." Jiang Yehan repeated firmly, staring at her with burning eyes, "I will marry you as my wife."

Ye Zhaoyan stared blankly at Jiang Yehan, not knowing how to react, his mind went blank.

Jiang Yehan actually wanted to marry her?
"Miss Ye, I will be responsible for this trip." Jiang Yehan emphasized again, with a burning flame in his eyes.

Since he was thirteen years old, he has been well-known in Jindu, and is known as a genius with outstanding literary talents.

Although in recent years, due to the restriction of birth, she has not been able to form a relationship with the real top noble daughters, she has been favored by many concubine daughters of big aristocratic families and second-rate families.

Because King Qing had planned his marriage, he never had the freedom to do so, let alone want to like the woman he really liked.

Now it seems that this arrangement is not too difficult for him.

Ye Zhaoyan hadn't recovered from the shock for a while, but Jiang Yehan had already stretched out a hand and hugged her into his arms.

Jiang Yehan hugged the beautiful woman in his arms tightly, only feeling that his heart was about to melt, and a strange feeling arose spontaneously in his heart.

Ye Zhaoyan's cheek was forced to stick against Jiang Yehan's chest, listening to the strong heartbeat in his ears, the heat in his heart was slightly reduced.

"Ye Zhaoyan, don't reject me." Jiang Yehan hugged Ye Zhaoyan even tighter, and a deep voice rang out from her ears.

When Ye Zhaoyan heard this call, he just felt a mess in his heart, something was stuck in his throat, and he was extremely uncomfortable, a strange feeling surged up from the bottom of his heart.

"No"

It was as if a boulder was pressed against her chest, which was so heavy that she couldn't breathe. She felt like crying, as if she was about to lose something precious.

Jiang Yehan's chest was pressed tightly against her, causing her some pain, but driven by the heat, her hand uncontrollably grasped Jiang Yehan tightly, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

She shook her head desperately, trying to get rid of this strange feeling, but the more she did this, the more confused the thoughts in her head became, and she could only keep struggling.

"Let go, let me go!" Ye Zhaoyan finally recovered his senses, his voice slightly hoarse.

Jiang Yehan lowered his head and stared at her, only to see that there was a smear of pink on her face, her lips were slightly swollen, and the two pieces were full and bright red, like a blooming rose, tempting to pick.

Jiang Yehan's Adam's apple rolled slightly a few times, and he felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to be boiling.

His throat was dry and he felt an urge to kiss her.

"Please let me go," Ye Zhaoyan said, a teardrop rolled down the corner of her eye and hit Jiang Yehan's arm. Her voice was choked and pleading, but it sounded like a feather tickling of.

A pity welled up in Jiang Yehan's heart.

"Ye Zhaoyan..." Jiang Yehan murmured Ye Zhaoyan's name, lowered his head, and gently kissed away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes.

His movements were gentle and light, as if a dragonfly had touched water, and it landed on Ye Zhaoyan's cheek, causing a slight tremor.

Ye Zhaoyan's body trembled involuntarily. Although his eyes were tightly closed, a pure and harmless face appeared in his mind, and his heart shuddered slightly.

That person never made things difficult for her, let alone forced her.

"Do not touch me!"

Ye Zhaoyan waved her arms vigorously, trying to get rid of Jiang Yehan's shackles. Her heart was beating very fast, as if she was being held by one hand, and she was about to explode at any moment.

For a moment, she didn't know what to do, and her eyes couldn't help but get wet.

Jiang Yehan felt Ye Zhaoyan's struggle, and his movements slowly slowed down. He gently laid Ye Zhaoyan flat on the bed, and stretched his hand towards her neck.

"No!" Ye Zhaoyan's eyes widened, and he looked at Jiang Yehan warily, with fear and panic in his bright black eyes.

　I don’t know how everyone’s acceptance of this scale is. Considering Shuangjie’s problem, I didn’t dare to write too much. The heroine’s first kiss is reserved for the hero. (176 under review)

　　
　
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