The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 178 So... It Was You All The Time!
In Ye Feiwan's life, he has three regrets: Marriage, at this moment.

There is one last thing, the last thing that I will never regret, and I finally said it.

"The third thing is to make peace with you."

Feng Qing's previously tense expression finally showed a crack at this moment. He pursed his thin lips tightly, and looked down at her from a high position, scrutinizing her bit by bit, almost presumptuously, extremely meticulously.

The next moment, he forced out a smile.

"Heli, Ye Feiwan?" He asked in a breathless voice, with a faint smell of wine, his eyes turned redder.

"..." Ye Feiwan's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, seeing Feng Qing like this, only trembling remained in his heart.

"Very good." Feng Qing narrowed her eyes and nodded slightly.

However, his eyes lowered more and more recklessly, following her nose, lips, and chin little by little, and falling on her smooth shoulders.

"Ye Feiwan, how many things have you been hiding from me?" His eyes suddenly became fierce, and he sniffed the familiar soft scent. No wonder it is so familiar, no wonder... entangled his mind again and again, disturbing his mind. .

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were a little sore. After a long time, she turned her head to avoid his gaze: "It's nothing, Feng Qing."

"It's nothing..." Feng Qing repeated her words in a whisper, then suddenly sneered, and stroked her chin little by little, then slowly tightened, forcing her to look at him, "Once upon a time, Gong At the banquet, the night Feng Ning gave me medicine, who was that person?"

"..." Ye Feiwan's heart trembled.

"Still, I should ask, three years ago, when Qu Yan entered the palace for the first time, who was the person who sent me back to the mansion and told me 'never leave' after I was drunk?" Feng Qing's voice became more and more fierce. .

"..." Ye Feiwan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The strength in Feng Qing's hand gradually relaxed: "Ye Feiwan, it's you..."

"No!" Ye Feiwan finally found his own voice, and almost immediately denied it, his eyes were slightly red, and his face was pale and almost transparent.

Feng Qing only narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly lowered his head to get close to her, the hot air from his nose puffed on her shoulders.

It really... tastes exactly the same.

After waking up from dreams countless times, the lingering taste in my heart is too familiar.

No wonder...

"Ye Feiwan, it's you!" He opened his lips and said, he should have been puzzled, but he was very sure.

There is no joy of suddenly discovering the truth, only... mixed with the anger of being concealed and deceived.

Ye Feiwan quietly looked at the man who was close in front of him, his eyes were stained with lust, his eyes were red, and he couldn't say the rest of the denial.

She raised her hand, suddenly embraced the back of his neck, and kissed him passionately like in her previous life.

He was always eager to dodge, but this time, he pressed down on her straight, biting the corner of her lips with his mouth open, as if gnawing on prey he had caught, never closing his eyes, staring at her all the time, His eyes were reddened.

It turns out...the mutual passionate kiss is such a taste, it's not good, even mixed with a bit of bitterness, but...it's inexplicably fascinating.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally parted panting and her lips were already red and swollen.

Feng Qing half-closed his eyes and looked at her. After a long time, he licked his slightly red lips: "It really is..." Before he could say the last word, he was interrupted.

Ye Feiwan hugged the back of his neck again, pressed him down hard, and kissed him almost reverently.She will not regret it, she wants a sober sex, and she hopes that he will not forget her for the rest of his life.

Whether it was three years ago, or at that palace banquet.

It's her, it's always been her.

Three years ago, she helped him into his carriage when he was drunk, and he let her lean on his shoulder, watching him look pale but trying to maintain calm, so distressed.

So, she stretched out her hand, gently leaned into his arms, and hugged him, she said: "Don't frown, you are so good-looking, frowning makes you look ugly..."

And he didn't say anything, he just returned her tightly, his body tensed, and he murmured: "Don't go..."

She always remembers the original response, she said: "I will never go."

But it took him a long time before he said the rest of the sentence: "...Yanyan."

There was also that palace banquet where he, who was drugged, scratched his arm in order to stay awake, and the silk handkerchief that belonged to her that fell when he was struggling. All these signs made her approach in a fascinated way.

It was also the first time in her life that she approached and kissed her without hiding her affection.Even...she thought about letting go of the past and fulfilling the little obsession in this life.

But Feng Qing, kissing her again, called out that "Yanyan".

The rare two occasions when she felt closer to his heart were just because he mistaken him for Qu Yan's substitute.

……

The long kiss finally stopped gradually.

"Sure enough, it's you." In front of him, Feng Qing's voice was thin and hoarse, and it was especially provocative in the night.

Back then, the person who gave him an extremely warm embrace was her;

At the beginning, she was also the one who gently hugged him and said "I will never leave";
Back then, at the palace banquet, she was the one who kissed him with tears in her eyes and tears in her eyes.

Should have known.

Who else in this world can stand in front of him on the day of their marriage, blocking that sword with his thin body?Who else could stand in front of the emperor without changing his face, and stop the cup that was supposed to be thrown at him?Who else... When falling off the cliff, asked him to leave and leave her alone?
There was always... only one woman.

Ye Feiwan's breathing was disturbed, and he lay on his back on the bed looking at the man on his body for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

Yes, it really was her.

At the beginning, he thought that he could warm his cold heart, but he still thought highly of himself.

Occupying the position of princess like a dove occupying a magpie's nest, she doesn't know how others hate her.

Even now, even before leaving, they played tricks and took drugs.

Who else is such a vulgar person besides her?

Only this time, she never wanted to be mistaken for someone else.

Ye Feiwan raised her eyes, her eyes were brightened by the water, she looked at him: "Feng Qing, the candle is still on." She said something irrelevant.

Feng Qing frowned, puzzled.

Ye Feiwan's voice became softer and more ambiguous: "So, you have to see clearly..." She opened her eyes wide, squinted her eyes and laughed until tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, "Look clearly, this time, you Who are the people around you?"

She never wanted to be that poor misidentified ghost again.

"Feng Qing, you have to take a good look." Her voice was almost whispering.

This time, even if she was hated, she would be hated openly.

Feng Qing looked at her, his heart tightened. He covered her lips, but he didn't use any force: "Don't laugh, Ye Feiwan." He said in a deep voice.

Ye Feiwan squinted his eyes and smiled brighter.

This time, he finally didn't call "Yanyan".

In the next moment, the man's lips had fallen, unlike the biting just now, it was very gentle.

Ye Feiwan slightly closed his eyes.

She is satisfied with the result of the two of them.

Soon, she'll give him back to the one he really wanted.

(End of this chapter)