My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 526 This time is not suitable
Rong Zhan's kisses became deeper each time.

He seemed to want to suck her into his own flesh and blood, and integrate her into one body from now on, and the inexplicable feeling of wanting to possess her became stronger and stronger.

It seems that every deep kiss is like crossing a heart door, getting closer and more integrated with each other.

Time and space are like standing still.

The contact between the lips is lingering, and there are gentle sounds.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly moved his thin lips away.

Her heart beat uncontrollably, beating chaotically, and all the strings at the apex of her heart were plucked by her.

The blurred eyes were smudged with a layer of lustful crimson.

Shen Qianxia breathed quickly, like a fish out of water, suddenly returned to the water again.

She lowered her eyes and dared not look directly at him.

Her dress was a bit messy, and he had pulled it away a little at some point, and one of his hands had already reached her waist.

The warmth of his palm was transmitted to her without any barriers, and quickly spread throughout her body, except for the warmth that penetrated into her bones.

There is also a strange tingling feeling.

His hand didn't stop because of the pause of the kiss. After rubbing gently for a while, he moved up gently.

His fingertips seemed to be carrying the strongest electric current, and her heart couldn't help beating wildly wherever he passed.

He put the tip of his nose against her forehead, and said hoarsely: "Qianxia, ​​I'm already weak, you're old enough, I want to marry you, and you are willing to marry me, we... seem to be able to do something?"

His tone was like a question, but also like expressing his wishes, more like a kind of aggression.

His eyes were as warm as a flame, domineering and affectionate.

Shen Qianxia was stunned for a moment.

My mind was chaotic and my thoughts were intricate.

He wants to do... what?
While she was still in a daze, his hand moved to her shoulder, and after a jerky search, the innermost belt slipped off.

Suddenly something fell in front of her, even though she was covered by the outer robe, her mind instantly regained some clarity.

At this point his hands were down.

His palm was huge, and Rong Zhan's eyes were full of undercurrents.

His lips fell on her forehead, and he lowered again, biting her lips.

The other hand held her body that was about to lose support and was about to slide.

Shen Qianxia felt that she was about to go limp, a sharp pain came from her heart, she frowned slightly, her fingers tugged at the skin on his back.

Rong Zhan's hand moved from left to right, and then all the way down.

When he touched her lower abdomen, his hand was suddenly pressed tightly by hers.

Shen Qianxia bit his lip, and then exerted a little force.

A touch of fishy sweetness fell into the mouth.

Panic flickered across Shen Qianxia's eyes, and she quickly stepped back two points, "I... didn't do it on purpose."

The mist in Rong Zhan's eyes dissipated a bit, and the heat all over his body also paused for a while.

Ignoring the tingling pain on his lower lip, he stopped moving his hands, "If you don't want to, then I won't force it."

After taking a few deep breaths, he gradually suppressed the fire in his body.

For a moment, Shen Qianxia wanted to simply follow her heart and develop it so logically.

But she didn't know for a moment why in the end reason was better than impulse, and she even wanted to stop his actions by hurting him.

After a moment of silence, the atmosphere condensed in ambiguity.

What he said flashed through Shen Qianxia's mind.

She seemed to catch a trace of information in his words just now.

He said that he was weak and she was old enough.

Then he knew that she was not born in the twelfth lunar month, but on the ninth day of April?

Looking at his dark eyes and bloodshot lips, she asked, "Are you angry?"

Rong Zhan stared for a moment, then raised his hand to smooth her loose hair, and smiled slightly: "Why are you angry? I received the most precious gift in my life today."

Shen Qianxia gently wiped away the blood on his lips, and said softly: "Did you forget that I'm still sick? This time is not suitable."

He stretched his brows, and asked with a smile, "You mean it's okay to recover?"

She turned her face away from him, "I didn't say that."

Looking at her shy cheeks, Rong Zhan began to help her straighten her clothes, "I'd better go back to the palace, staying here seems to make it difficult for you to rest well."

After saying that, he tidied up his robe, hugged her gently for a while, and left her room with an umbrella.

A flash of lightning flashed outside, and after a burst of thunder, the sound of rain became louder.

Shen Qianxia stood at the door, looking at the figure submerged in the rain, and never looked away for a long time.

(End of this chapter)