Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 187 The Lingering Sadness

The entanglement of lips and teeth is like the drizzle falling into the earth in early spring, tossing and turning but blending in milk and water.

Jian Yunling responded jerky to his teasing, and when she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard a whisper from her lips: "Don't leave me."

She didn't even have time to think about the meaning of this sentence, the gentle kiss turned into a storm in an instant, and Yu Wenzheng hated to rob her of all her breath as if he couldn't swallow her into his stomach.

Jian Yunling's body gradually weakened, and her lotus root arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck. This small movement gave Yu Wenzheng further encouragement. His eyes flashed, and he rolled to the ground holding her.

Jian Yunling was pressed under him, her hands pressed against his strong chest, feeling his strong heartbeat.

Yu Wenzheng's big palm tightly clasped her slender waist, and the two bodies lit by the fire fit tightly together without leaving a single gap.

Jian Yunling catered to his every movement, sometimes jumping on the wave of joy, sometimes sinking into the suffocating seabed.

"I can't lose anyone anymore. So without my permission, you are never allowed to leave my side, do you hear me?" Yu Wenzheng held her earlobe, and there was an unquestionable domineering in his ethereal voice.

Jian Yunling was unable to answer, and only let out an uncontrollable moan.

The complicated palace skirt was like a red butterfly with folded wings, and fell to the ground with Yu Wenzheng's pull. His green robe fell off, like a bee chasing a butterfly, overturned on the gorgeous red, entangled with the two in the room. The figures of each other echo each other, forming a meandering and ambiguous landscape.

It is dawn in the east, and the fish-white morning light shines on the two naked people hugging each other on the bed through the carved and hollowed-out window sash.

Jian Yunling woke up early, looked up at Yu Wenzheng's sleepy expression, raised her hand to smooth the twitch between his brows, and touched the line of his tightly pursed lips with her fingertips.

"What are you doing?" A pair of big hands suddenly stopped her naughty teasing.

Jian Yunling suppressed a smile and turned around, turned her back to Yu Wenzheng, and said, "I didn't do anything. I just saw a bug land on the prince's face, so I just wanted to drive it away for the prince."

The long arm of the person behind wrapped her around her slender waist, locked her into the warm and generous chest, and murmured lazily: "Little worm? It's cold in winter, where did the little worm come from? I'm afraid the princess misread it."

Jian Yunling pushed him away with a chuckle, and said ambiguously, "Maybe."

Snow-white jade feet stepped through the messy clothes under the bed, and walked to the hanger. A plain dark dress was draped to the shoulders, with light ribbons, covering the woman's beautiful body, revealing only the delicate collarbone and dexterous long neck.

Jian Yunling was sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her makeup and hair. Yu Wenzheng watched her every move from the mirror, seemingly thinking about it. After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "The drunken words of my king last night..."

Jian Yunling took his words comprehendingly, and said with a sweet smile: "Your Majesty, don't worry, you should remember that the concubine's body has been firmly in my heart, and I shouldn't remember it, and I have completely forgotten about the concubine's body."

She's always like this, so smart it's embarrassing.

Yu Wenzheng's lips curled into an evil arc, and he said lightly: "That's good, I believe that the princess can judge by herself."

Jian Yunling's long hair was loose, and she looked back at him with a sweet smile, like the dewdrops on the tip of a lotus in the early morning, elegant and refined: "That's natural."

With that said, she went to the closet and picked out a smoky floral dress to change into.

Delicate flower branches bloom on Yunlan's skirt, swaying with her walking, adding a touch of spring to this bleak winter day.

(End of this chapter)