The world in the moon begins with becoming Morgan’s husband!

[You are back in the room. 】

[All the furnishings are the same as before you left, as if they have never changed. 】

click.

The door to the room was closed.

Morgan pushed Ian directly onto the bed.

She didn't even take off the elegant robe she was wearing, and just flew directly above Ian.

Her hands were placed beside Ian's ears, and two depressions were made in the soft bed.

The beautiful long silver hair fell from his shoulders and hung on the knight's face like a willow branch.

The proud breasts were wrapped in the front by the robe, outlining a soft and eye-catching curve.

The waist stood above Ian's waist like a pontoon, and the hips were slightly raised, allowing the robe to slide down like a waterfall and rest on the edge of the bed.

The knee of his left foot was supported on the outer sheet of Ian's thigh, and the knee of his right foot was moved forward, touching a more threatening place.

"Tell me, who is that wild woman?"

Morgan's fingers lightly traced Ian's lips, leaving shallow marks.

"Say it earlier and let me kill her."

"My Lady, please listen to me first..."

"I don't want to hear it." Morgan put a little more force on his right knee.

"Ian, I just want you to answer my current question."

"three."

"two."

"one."

"Okay, okay!" Ian raised his hands above his head, "Your Majesty, I say it, and I will say it now."

"It's Artolis."

Morgan's eyes widened a bit in an instant, and those deep pupils seemed to be able to swallow Ian up.

She used a bit of force on her knees at very threatening places, and her whole body became a lot more impatient, losing her former coolness.

"Why this name again!"

"Didn't you promise to kill her the next time we meet?!"

"..."

"..."

"Ian, why don't you speak?" Morgan glared at the knight beneath him.

"Don't you feel any pain?"

"My Lady, of course I will feel the pain." Ian's face tightened, "But My Lady, if this method can make you calm down a little, it's not a bad idea."

[Morgan heard what you said. 】

[She realized that she was a little overwhelmed with emotions. 】

[She loosens her knees momentarily. 】

[She looks at you. 】

"Well, I'm calming down now."

Morgan slightly adjusted his sitting posture to make himself look less aggressive.

But when she looked at the knight beneath her, there was still uncontrollable emotion in her eyes.

"If you have anything to say, just say it now."

"I understand, my lady."

Ian was not afraid of Morgan's eyes.

"My Lady, you are indeed right."

"According to your order, I should indeed kill Artolis when I see him."

"But in fact, I can't do that - she has powerful magic protecting her."

Ian took Morgan's hand.

"My Lady, I saw the same petals as before. Maybe the magician was causing trouble again."

[Morgan does not doubt your words. 】

[Because from the previous contacts, she did feel the power of the magician she had never met before. 】

[Her attitude softened slightly. 】

"Ian, you're not lying to me, are you?"

"My Lady, if I want to lie to you, this excuse would be too lame."

Ian, who was pressed on the bed, answered Morgan's questions without changing his expression.

"It's obviously a better choice for me to tell you directly that I have never met Artolis."

Holding Ian's hand, Morgan turned her face away slightly - this was a sign that she knew she had made a mistake.

But she always corrects her mistakes when she realizes them, but never admits them.

"Then why did he leave hickeys on your face?"

"My Lady, I think I have to confess something to you - Artolis is actually a woman affected by magic, and she seems to have special feelings for me."

Ian spoke very bluntly, but in exchange for Morgan's silence.

After a while, she spoke again with some hesitation:

"So... it was because of this special feeling that you took the initiative to let her kiss you?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"Although you may not believe it, My Lady, this is what she did when I was not prepared."

"really."

Morgan breathed a secret sigh of relief.

"I knew you didn't have the guts - that woman, sooner or later I had to figure everything out and kill her!"

"My Lady, may I ask you a question?"

"Just ask."

"You actually don't know that someone left a kiss on my face, right?"

If it was Morgan's fraudulent question, then everything would be explained.

Morgan sneered.

"What? You don't allow me to question you about these things as your wife?"

"No." Ian shook his head, "That's not what I meant."

"I just thought we could trust each other more."

"..."

Morgan bent down and leaned in front of Ian.

"Where did that wild woman Artolis kiss you?"

"Probably here..."

Ian held a place on his cheek - even though there were no traces on it, he still remembered this location.

"Ha." Morgan's eyes showed disdain.

"It seems like this wild woman still knows how to be a thief with a guilty conscience——"

"But I am upright."

After Morgan said this, he lowered his head, held Ian's cheek, and kissed his lips.

The two of them are getting closer and closer to each other mentally and physically.

On the floor of the room were the princess's robes and the knight's casual clothes.

The long-lost desire was rekindled in the room.

This is Morgan's leisurely song before he prepares to announce something.

But she enjoyed it and couldn't help herself.

52. You will be controlled by me forever

[You watered the princess's garden again. 】

[But she expressed that this was far from enough. 】

[Say your good night to each other in complete defeat. 】

[You had a wonderful evening. 】

[The next day comes. 】

[Morgan woke up earlier than you, which is rare. 】

[But you know the reason Morgan gets up late is because he wants to hear good morning from you. 】

[But at this moment, you also want to see what she will do when she gets up early. 】

[You choose to pretend to sleep. 】

Morgan sat up and looked at Ian who was still "sleeping" beside him.

There was water-like warmth in those blue eyes.

"Ian?" she called tentatively.

Of course, you can't wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.

Morgan did not continue shouting.

She stretched out her hand and touched the vicissitudes of her face, her expression seemed a little moved.

Those delicate and tender fingers moved very slowly over the scars of the past, as carefully and conscientiously as a devout believer worshiping in a holy place.

"It must have hurt when you left the scar... What a fool who didn't care about himself."

"How could there be such a reckless knight..."

Morgan spoke with disgust, but the movements of his fingers became more and more delicate, as if he was trying to wipe away the wounds on the other person's face.

"Because there is someone as persistent as you, the princess, that's why there is a knight like me who doesn't want to live or die."

"This is the arrangement of fate."

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Ian turned back and looked at Morgan sitting next to him.

"Good morning, my lady princess."

"..."

Morgan's hand, which seemed very gentle just now, suddenly turned into a forceful tug.

"Ian, you were pretending to sleep just now, weren't you?"

"Ah... As expected, I still can't hide it from your eyes, the princess."

"Because you are my belongings and my chess piece. How can every move you make escape my eyes?"

Morgan pulled Ian's cheek and rubbed it hard as punishment.