Watching the two of them leave, their backs gradually fading away, Ying Ce’s smile finally returns to calmness.
Yong Ye is furious, "That barbarian is so shameless! He hit someone and still struts around here! Master, are you just going to let it go like this?"
"Not at all, I’ve arranged to let me have three moves."
His tone is carefree, like a child who has obtained a toy.
Yong Ye is speechless, "Who the hell wants his concession! Master, if you make a move, wouldn’t you beat that barbarian to the ground looking for his teeth!"
He smiles lightly, without responding.
Yong Ye is extremely helpless, suddenly noticing the hand lifted from under the blanket, flesh and blood already a blur!
"Master! Why do you do this to yourself? If you really can’t bear it, just take her back!"
Yong Ye dares not casually guess his master’s thoughts, but he has long realized one thing.
Master... towards the Princess... is afraid...
"Why take her?" He slightly tilts his head, his black eyes flashing, as if he is puzzled.
"In nine days, it’s the Princess’s wedding day! If you don’t take her back, it will be too late!" Yong Ye feels he’s more anxious than the eunuch!
"And what of it?"
The two of them already have the reality of being husband and wife, it’s just a formality, not urgent.
He’s taken before, he’s attempted before...
This time, he won’t be foolish.
He wants something lasting, not to bind a dead weight to his side.
"Yong Ye, pass on a message for me..."
*
"Are you stupid! Are you stupid! Why agree to a fight! His combat strength is actually very high!"
As soon as they return to the main courtyard, Yun Chunnuan punches the man on the chest.
Yelyu Lie kicks open the door and directly hoists the little darling up.
"Ah! You’re crazy!"
Yun Chunnuan screams in fright.
The Barbarian General lightly pats her perky little bottom, "Hush, I’ve got questions for you."
Saying this, he places the little darling on the bed.
His sturdy body presses down as well.
"That night’s memory, have you remembered?"
With just this one sentence, Yun Chunnuan knows what he’s asking.
She wraps her arms around his shoulders and neck, her small face lively and charming, soft and tender, with a cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye, stunningly beautiful.
Her body is very soft, like a piece of tofu or a pool of water.
Through the two layers of fabric, burning away all his reason.
"Did he or didn’t he..." Yelyu Lie’s gaze deepens, heavy breaths blowing onto her delicate skin.
Expressing everything he wants to say in actual actions.
He kisses her forehead, cheek, finally landing on her plump lips.
That sense of urgency seems to be searching for an outlet.
"Like this, like this, like this... did he or didn’t he!"
Yun Chunnuan is kissed into a stupor by his fiery lips.
But she doesn’t dodge, instead she responds awkwardly.
His large hand, from under the short jacket, reaches her waist that can’t be grasped.
With just one big hand, he firmly grips that soft and slender waist, directly pulling that tender body into his broad chest.
The other hand gently pinches her delicate chin, the feel of her soft skin like the finest silk, unbelievably beautiful.
Yelyu Lie’s throat tightens, eagerly wanting an answer, "Nuannuan, did he or didn’t he, tell me, did he or didn’t he..."
He seems to hear his own frantic heartbeat, each beat pounding away at his reason.
Yun Chunnuan actually wants to tease him more, but the heavy look in his eyes makes her reluctant.
She shakes her head lightly, "No, this body, from beginning to end, only you have touched."
’Bang—’
A weight that has hung for so long finally falls to the ground.
Yelyu Lie’s smile grows and grows, nearly bursting into laughter.
On that delicate little face, he plants a hard, hard kiss.
"Mine! Mine! All mine!"
"Yes, yours, all yours... um..."
All the following words are swallowed by the man...
*
Time flies by like a white steed crossing a gap, fleeting.
In the blink of an eye, it’s December 10th.
Consecutive seven or eight days, the General Mansion is bustling with activity.
Whether sincere blessings or a mindset of just watching the spectacle, guests come and go, outwardly offering congratulations.
Yun Chunnuan and Yelyu Lie have put aside all things at hand, focusing entirely on preparing for the wedding.
As for the Regent King of Great Xia, Yun Chunnuan initially hadn’t let go of her guard, even putting the Spiritual Spring that heals his hidden ailments in the daily food.