On our wedding night, he personally sent me to the Regent's bed

Just as Pei Yuxiao was feeling sorry for himself and looking down on everyone in the world with his eyes closed.

"Hey, Pei Yuxiao, give me your hand."

"What do you want to do?" Pei Yuxiao stared at Mu Wanyan who had returned in disbelief.

"This snake is extremely poisonous. Are you trying to use your mouth to help me suck out the venom?"

Pei Yuxiao looked at her with an incredible look, "Are you going to die?"

A warm current surged in his heart, but his facial lines remained cold and hard. "Go away, I don't want to owe you a life!"

Mu Wanyan walked to Pei Yuxiao unhappily and sat down, then picked up his arm and looked at the wound carefully.

"Your Highness Prince Yu, you think too highly of yourself."

"Based on your great deeds of framing me everywhere, do you think I would risk my life for you?"

Looking at the hideous wound on Pei Yuxiao's arm, Mu Wanyan frowned in disdain, "This wound is really scary. I use my mouth? You really have an idea."

She raised a contemptuous smile, "This princess cherishes her life, not to mention that I am afraid of being disgusted."

Pei Yuxiao: "You——"

She was angry, but in her heart she felt as comfortable as if she had been tickled by a feather. Why was she so kind?

You clearly care about me so much, yet you insist on pretending to be cold and heartless?

His handsome face flushed slightly, "So how are you going to help me?"

Mu Wanyan: "Stop talking nonsense. If someone saves you, you should be grateful."

There was a strong smell of gunpowder in her tone. Mu Wanyan didn't want to pretend at all now, and she kept saying one thing after another to Pei Yuxiao.

Pei Yuxiao was happy in his heart, but he pretended to be funny. "Mu Wanyan, you should be careful about your status when you choose words. I am the crown prince of the dynasty."

Mu Wanyan rolled her eyes, quickly took out a dagger, cut a small incision on Pei Yuxiao's wound, and then squeezed the blood out with force.

"Brother, you are nothing but a dead shrimp in my eyes. Don't be so pretentious. Well, those people who respect you the most should be almost at the foot of the mountain by now."

"Oh, by the way, if I don't save you, the person who will enjoy the banquet the most tomorrow will definitely be your little sister Lin Xue."

Mu Wanyan's peach blossom eyes curved, and she raised her head and laughed a few times. Haha, Pei Yuxiao looks like a decent person, but I don't know why he loves that vicious woman so much?

Pei Yuxiao bit his back teeth and wanted to laugh very much, but he had to maintain his cool personality, so he had to hold it back.

He had already imagined the scene of Lin Xue eating at the banquet. The shrew must have been complaining that the chef's dishes were too salty or bland while eating.

Mu Wanyan smiled with a gloating look on her face, "How is it? Are you sad? Your beloved Sister Lin abandoned you at the critical moment, right? Cry if you want to. Don't treat me as an outsider, haha."

Pei Yuxiao deliberately covered his heart with one hand, and said with a sad look in his eyes: "Well, it's so sad. This king is very sad."

Although he said this, his eyes were fixed on Mu Wanyan's delicate face. She was so cute and interesting. I really wanted to spoil her.

With a beautiful woman by his side, he didn't even feel the pain from the wound on his arm. However, he still wanted to attract more attention from her.

He raised his thin lips and said, "Hiss, Mu Wanyan, be gentle, I am afraid of pain."

Mu Wanyan's smiling face immediately showed a hint of surprise, "Tsk, His Royal Highness Prince Yu is also afraid of pain?"

Haha, you pervert, have come to this day?

She continued to increase the strength in her hands and looked at him with sympathy. "You must be patient. Who told you to do so many bad things to me? I really can't be gentle."

Pei Yuxiao felt those slender jade fingers squeezing his arm, and his eyes were intoxicated.

"Well, it's up to you." His eyes were doting and his voice was as soft as the first melting water in a spring stream.

Mu Wanyan shuddered and took a step back in fear. "Brother, don't look at me like that. It's really scary."

Pei Yuxiao held back his laughter, his eyes flashing with a strange light, and he deliberately said pitifully: "But this king is really in pain."

In fact, this little bit of pain is nothing to a ninth-level martial artist.

But he hasn't acted like a spoiled child with others for a long time.

Mu Wanyan reminded Pei Yuxiao of his deceased mother and sister. He was really too lonely, and he really wanted to be loved by a kind woman.

It's like a child covered in bruises, deliberately acting distressed, just to get a hug from a loved one.

Mu Wanyan: "Just bear with the pain. Don't stare at me. I won't reduce the force if you keep staring at me."

He is indeed a royal prince, with delicate skin and tender flesh, and he has reached the ninth level in martial arts training. How can he still be so pretentious?

She used brute force and almost gnashed her teeth as she said to him, "If I don't squeeze your wound, how can your snake venom be expelled?"

She tried her best to say, "This girl, this is for your own good!"

Damn it, I'm going to hurt you, my precious treasure. I'll make you wear fake cotton clothes for me, make me drunk and heartbroken, and throw me into the lotus pond...

The more she squeezed, the stronger her force became, and the greater the sense of accomplishment she felt.

Pei Yuxiao pretended to grimace in pain, just to see Mu Wanyan's successful expression for a while longer.

His heartstrings were repeatedly plucked. The more he killed people, the more he yearned for the kind girl. It seemed that being with her purified his soul.

Such a beautiful woman really shouldn't belong to a waste like Pei Mochen. Tsk, that high position seems to be more meaningful to fight for.

"Thank you, Princess Chen." It would be even better if you were Princess Yu.

Pei Yuxiao's gaze gradually became hotter as he stared at Mu Wanyan.

At this moment, the slender fingers pressing on his wound became the most gentle catalyst.

He stared straight at Mu Wanyan's beautiful red lips, watching them opening and closing as she scolded him... Pei Yuxiao found that his breathing became heavier and he really wanted to kiss her.

His body couldn't help but move a little closer to Mu Wanyan, and he looked at her stunning face with burning eyes.

The snow was heavy, the space was huge, and there was no one around. His power was level nine, and she was level five. She had no ability to resist... Could he kiss her? Forced kiss?

Right now, at this moment...

Mu Wanyan was completely unaware of Pei Yuxiao's overwhelming thoughts. She was still trying hard to help this pervert apply pressure on his wound.

Her feathery eyelashes trembled and hung on her peach blossom eyes, twinkling.

Her small body was shivering due to the cold, which made her look even more pitiful.

Pei Yuxiao's eyes darkened, and he slowly gathered the wind from his palm, preparing to seal her acupoints directly.