Transmigrated Princess

Su Xiangwan held out his hand and palm up, "how do you write?"

She could have asked him which "Heng" it was, but she didn't.

"Hang, wear jade." he ignored her hand and explained to her.

Su Xiangwan shook his head, "I still don't know."

Zhao Rongxian closed his eyes and sighed silently.

His fingers tightened and relaxed again. Finally, he carefully wrote the word "Heng" in the palm of her hand.

Su Xiangwan knew what word it was when she heard him explain. Her palm was cold and itchy. She didn't pay attention to how he wrote it. All her mind stared at him.

When he writes, he really writes seriously. He doesn't even have a little extra contact or the lightness of going up with the trend.

This man looks more serious than her.

Su xiangnight was very chaotic. There were only two of them in the whole space. The atmosphere was warm and ambiguous.

She saw a lot of good-looking people, but no one did anything like him. It also made her feel excited at the place within reach.

Zhao Rongxian finished writing and looked up at her: "do you know now?"

Su Xiangwan looked at the empty palm and shook his head, "you write too fast. Write again."

Zhao Rongxian blinked. The candle light covered his eyelashes and swept a faint shadow under his eyes.

He got up, stepped back, stood a few steps away from her, calmed down, and said, "it's time for you to rest and sleep."

If she was not drunk, she would not dare to do such a bold and presumptuous thing.

At present, she can't even recognize people. She's talking nonsense. He can't let her go on fooling around.

Su Xiangwan looked at him for a long time. Finally, he finally determined that he didn't want to welcome or refuse, but really didn't want anything. He couldn't help laughing.

She held out her hand to him. "Then help me to bed."

Zhao Rongxian didn't move, but said, "I'll let your maid come in and serve you."

He looks eager to leave.

The word "maidservant" hit his head like a heavy hammer. Su Xiangwan seemed to have caught a little thought. However, with a severe headache, this thought soon disappeared.

She held her head and wanted to say something, but she had a terrible headache. She took a few breaths and couldn't speak.

Zhao Rongxian had no scruples at all. He hurried over, picked up Su Xiangwan and transferred him to the soft bed.

He put the man down and said quietly, "that's not the way. I'll ask the doctor to help you."

Su Xiangwan looks very wrong.

If she was drunk, it would be all right, but her face was pale. If she was simply crazy, it could not be like this.

The strength of the headache eased. She reached out and grabbed Zhao Rongxian's clothes. She was angry and funny: "what a messy doctor..."

Zhao Rongxian didn't notice that she pulled the corners of her clothes and got up at once. Su Xiangwan suddenly took off his strength in his hands and hit the bed bar.

He reacted so quickly that he put his hand behind her head.

The bed rail is made of pear blossom solid wood. It will hurt if you hit it.

It happened that Su Xiangwan's center of gravity was unstable. He subconsciously grabbed it in mid air. As soon as he fished it, Zhao Rongxian, who had an unstable center of gravity, was pulled down.

It was a solid bump, but she didn't hurt her head.

Zhao Rongxian's hand served as a cushion and forcibly helped her block it.

Su Xiangwan's face changed slightly. He immediately went back and grabbed his hand to see.

She just hit him with great strength. When she hit him, there was a slight vibration. He must be in great pain. There was a red bruise on the back of her white hand. It could be seen by the naked eye that it would be bruised in a while.

He didn't seem to know the pain. He didn't even hum. He just frowned slightly.

She couldn't say it. She just felt that her heart was pulled up.

Zhao Rongxian saw that her face was blue and white. At that moment, he realized that he was almost pressed on her.

Su Xiangwan pulled his skirt, and his voice sounded in his ear. He called out low and dumb, "Zhao Heng."

His back seemed to be electrified, and Zhao Rongxian's breath trembled unconsciously.

He couldn't get up, so he had to support his upper body and stay as far away from her as possible.

However, it was futile. He withdrew one point, and she was close enough to fuse her breath.

"You..." he was dumb for a moment, and then said, "what are you calling me?"

"Isn't your name Zhao Heng?" Su Xiangwan's ears were agitated by the heartbeat, and his mind was numb.

The soft quilt is thick and warm, mixed with the warmth of the house and turned into steaming heat.

She took a gentle breath and asked him, "can't you call it that?"

Zhao Rongxian's eyes trembled slightly and said, "yes."

She is the person in his heart and will be his closest person in the future.

She is the only one who can call him by name except her parents and relatives.

Su Xiangwan smiled.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

Zhao Rongxian knew that she was asking for her hand. He looked calm and said, "no harm from a small injury."

His residence always doesn't need to be served, so there are no maids inside and outside. Some are just some guards in the dark, and he can't let his guards come in to serve the drunken Su Xiangwan.

——Yuansi has been looking for her handmaid for so long.

——Tomorrow is the time to ask the housekeeper to find some handmaids to prepare, so that he can come in and serve her in time when needed.

If there is a handmaid, he can go away.

Can't stay here anymore

Zhao Rongxian thought distraught that the whole portrait was soaked in water, and his lungs were suffocating.

She gently touched the place where he hurt and asked him, "does it hurt?"

He didn't open his mouth. Su blinked at night, grabbed his hand and kissed him where he was hurt.

She was careful not to hurt him.

"Does it hurt?" she asked again.

Zhao Rongxian breathed heavily and took a breath.

Seeing that he still didn't speak, Su Xiangwan kissed him gently again.

She said like a child, "kiss and it won't hurt."

It's impossible to say it doesn't hurt at all.

He is also flesh and blood, but such a little pain is nothing at all.

Zhao Rongxian suffered more important injuries than this, and also suffered countless times more pain than this.

Su Xiangwan was drunk and didn't remember. When he was dying in the mountains, when she helped him pull out the arrow, he was almost numb with pain, but he could bear it.

Such a little pain is really not enough to hang your teeth.

But when she asked him now, he suddenly felt unbearable pain.

He seemed to be poisoned, and his voice was too dumb to be his own: "it hurts..."

Su Xiangwan bent his eyes and smiled. His shadow was reflected in his eyes. He was full and left no room.

This gave him the illusion that he was all she had.

She put her hand around his neck and kissed him.

The lips were cold and mixed with the heat of the tip of his nose. Zhao Rongxian felt the line that had been pulling on his heart. At this moment, he finally couldn't stand it. He collapsed into two halves. The rest of his reason was embarrassed and pitifully hung in the air of nothingness. Even a gentle gust of wind could easily separate and collapse.

This is a very shallow kiss.

Su Xiangwan's hand was still wrapped around his neck, and his voice was light and soft.

"Zhao Heng."

She called again.

"Stop shouting..."

His voice was shaking.

Zhao Rongxian's eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist because of his strong restraint. The dark color at the bottom of his eyes was getting thicker and thicker, mixed with a bit of madness. He was like a beast about to lose control. He wanted to swallow people into his stomach at all costs, and knead them into his own bones and blood.

She's drunk!

Zhao Rongxian kept thinking about this sentence. Only by doing so could he reluctantly pull back a little Qingming from the edge of his blurred mind.

He has never been close to women. After so many years of pure heart and few desires, he will get out of control and be so caught off guard.

Su Xiangwan seemed to be aware of his struggle and raised his head against his forehead, as if to show his firm determination.

"Do you like me?" she asked.

Zhao Rongxian didn't even dare to move again. He felt he was forced to the edge of the cliff. As long as he was a little more, he would fall to pieces.

Whether he answered or not, Su Xiangwan said to himself, "I know you like me."

How can you not like it?

Zhao Rongxian thought exhausted

He liked her so much that he was afraid of her.

She kissed the corner of his lips and said solemnly and gently, "I like you too."

This sentence was in my ear. It was so close and sounded so far. Hovering in the air, he couldn't fall to the real place. He stepped on the edge of the cliff and fell down like this.

Broken to pieces, there is nothing to fear.

Zhao Rongxian pushed her over and kissed her like revenge.

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, and then came back, a little happy and disoriented.

Kissing and kissing, it's a little changed.

When she reacted, the belts on her clothes were loose.

Speaking of, she is not a hypocritical person, with the person you like, which is what you love and I wish.

Besides, she never needed any illusory future.

Her future is always in her own hands. She lives in the present. Just like who she likes. She's just a new actor, and she doesn't like it.

She thought, shaking her hands to pull Zhao Rongxian's belt.

However, after pulling for a long time, the belt thread did not move. She was so nervous that her voice changed. She bumped her scalp and said, "I... I won't solve your clothes..."

Zhao Rongxian stopped fiercely, as if he woke up in a moment, and suddenly pushed her away.

Su Xiangwan was even more at a loss.

Her coat has been taken off, her Chinese clothes have been in disorder, and the bright red ribbon is clearly visible around her neck.

Zhao Rongxian's face was as white as a ghost. The whole person was soaked in cold sweat. He looked terrible and embarrassed.

She dared not speak, and her heart was full of anxiety.

The air was so quiet that there was only the sound of each other's breathing.

It was like a century before he shook his hands and slowly helped her pull her clothes.

"Sorry."

He seemed to have exhausted all his strength before he said this sentence.

Sorry what?

Don't you like her?

When Su Xiangwan came back, Zhao Rongxian had got up and went out.

There were soft footsteps outside.

Then someone was talking.

Sounds like a woman.

When she listened carefully again, she was in a trance

It's dark.