After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Another rumble of thunder sounded.

Yan Mobai felt a loud bang in his heart, as if something built high up suddenly collapsed.

Buzzing in the ears.

His eyes darkened, and he clasped Ning Miao's head with his big hands. He lowered his head and blocked her slightly opened mouth with his lips, deepening the kiss.

A strong demand.

Ning Miao was kissed so hard that she couldn't breathe, and a hint of annoyance rose in her heart.

She loosened her hands around his neck, moved to his left shoulder, and pinched precisely the place where she had bitten him that day.

Although several days have passed, with the force she used that day, she almost bit off a piece of his flesh. It is definitely not completely healed now, at most it is just a scab.

Sure enough, she saw Yan Mobai frowned slightly.

The next moment, she felt a pain on her lip.

It was Yan Mobai who bit her lip.

Ning Miao was furious.

Is this the way to go?

She bit his tongue.

Yan Mobai was forced to let her go.

Ning Miao immediately rubbed the blood on his lips onto his neck and onto the collar of his court robe.

The court dress is vermilion and the collar is clean white.

Although there was only a little blood, it was still very conspicuous on the slender white collar.

Court robes should never be stained, especially by blood.

Yan Mobai lowered his eyes and glanced. Although he couldn't see his collar due to the angle, he knew clearly what she had done.

Not annoyed either.

"When I see His Royal Highness Prince Ning later, I will tell you that it was you who defiled me. Defilement of court robes is a serious crime."

Ning Miao sneered: "Will His Royal Highness Prince Ning believe it?"

"We have a department in Dali Temple that is specifically responsible for blood testing to identify the owner. They can clearly find out whose blood it is based on the blood or blood stains. This is ironclad evidence. How could His Royal Highness Prince Ning not believe it?" Yan Mobai said.

Ning Miao sneered in his heart.

Do you think she is one of those women in the back house who doesn't understand the affairs of the court? Can you scare her by making up an official out of nothing?

If the Dali Temple had this ability, it would have been dead long ago.

In order not to expose herself, she did not expose him.

He just said, "Then I will tell His Royal Highness Prince Ning that you forced yourself on me, kissed me forcefully, and bit my mouth, so I accidentally did it. I will also use ironclad evidence to speak for myself."

Ning Miao pointed at his bruised lips.

Yan Mobai smiled.

It was extremely rare to see him smile, and Ning Miao was stunned for a moment.

It turns out that this dog man can laugh normally. I thought he could only sneer and sneer.

"Do you know what evidence is? Can you use a broken lip to incriminate me? Who knows if you broke it yourself or someone else did it? How can you prove that it was me?" Yan Mobai asked.

After asking, he said "Hmm?"

Hmm, then I suddenly realized that I actually had the leisure to tease a woman here?

This self of his was unfamiliar to him, and he couldn't help but frown.

Ning Miao was not frightened by his words at all.

"Then I will tell His Royal Highness Prince Ning that I know how many whip marks there are on your back and what they look like. I even know the size of your private parts. I know such private things. Can't I prove it?"

Yan Mobai was suddenly choked by something, covered his lips with his fist, and started coughing with his head tilted to the side.

This woman is really...

Ning Miao raised his eyebrows barely noticeably.

Come on, isn't it just to show off your tongue? Come on and fight.

"Why do you say everything?" Yan Mobai stopped coughing.

Ning Miao opened a pair of big eyes with clear black and white, innocent and ignorant.

"Isn't that possible? On the first day I entered the Marquis's Mansion, you held my hand and went to visit your brother. I thought that to the people in the Dali Temple, everything on a person is just a thing, just an ordinary thing."

Yan Mobai: "......"

Ning Miao looked at him.

Let’s see what you have to say?

The rain finally started to fall outside.

You can hear it's very loud, with the sound of rain roaring, accompanied by rumbling spring thunder.

Ning Miao suddenly had an idea, and she stretched out her arms to hug him, her fingertips stroking his back through the court robes. She asked him softly: "When you were a child... it was very hard, right?"

Yan Mobai raised his eyes.

Ning Miao looked into his eyes and saw a moment of astonishment and confusion in his eyes, and then it seemed like a storm was rising, an undercurrent was surging, and finally it returned to calm.

He also looked at her, and was absent-minded for a moment.

In just a moment, clarity returned to his eyes.

"My past has nothing to do with you."

When he said this, his tone was cold and his eyes were cold too.

It was as if he had returned to that man who was as cold as an iceberg, who kept people at a distance, who was as strong as an iron wall and impeccable.

Ning Miao was stunned, but was not surprised by his reaction.

At the same time, she also responded.

With an expression of grievance on her face, she loosened her arms and lowered her eyes sadly.

"I didn't mean to pry into your past. I just...feel sorry for you."

After saying that, she prepared to stand up and return to her previous seat, but he pulled her back.

Before Ning Miao could sit firmly on his lap, Yan Mobai pinched her chin with one hand and lowered his head to kiss her hard.

What happened next happened naturally and logically.

Dresses and court robes were thrown in a mess in the carriage, and the pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk were scattered everywhere.

The ink in the inkstone spilled out, staining a large area of ​​the vermilion court robe black, but the two of them didn't care.

There was a loud rain outside, and the rain formed a curtain, as if isolating this carriage moving between heaven and earth from the world.

There is wind and rain outside the window.

The inside of the car was scorching hot.

The sound of wind, rain and thunder drowned out the movements and voices of the two people in the car...

The two of them didn't even notice that the carriage had stopped until the driver's voice, raised several times, came from outside: "Sir, we've arrived at Prince Ning's mansion!"

Only then did the two of them hear the sound.

"Go back to the Marquis' Mansion!" Yan Mobai frowned and ordered in a deep voice.

The carriage started moving again.

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After the job was done, they both put their clothes back on.

Looking at the large black stain on the chest of Yan Mobai's court gown, Ning Miao wanted to laugh.

"Can you still wear this?"

In her impression, he was always clean and spotless, and she had never seen him wear dirty clothes.

"Of course not." Yan Mobai replied.

There was a hint of hoarseness in the voice, yet it was also a rare warmth, which made it sound particularly magnetic in the cramped space.

He stood up, took out a spare clean robe from the secret box under the stool, shook it out and put it on, then threw the court dress into the secret box.

Ning Miao was not surprised to see spare clothes on the special carriage.

"Can you, the Dali Temple, find out the owner of the blood? Can you find out the owner of the ink? You can't say it was me, right?"

Yan Mobai sat back on the stool, and resumed his well-dressed, cold and restrained appearance.

Ning Miao leaned against the car wall, looking at him like this, feeling a surge of resentment in his heart for some reason.

Why is it that after every incident, he seems to be refreshed as if nothing happened, while she always feels exhausted, as if she has peeled off a layer of skin?

Obviously, she is also a martial artist.

Is this the disparity in physical strength between men and women?

Ning Miao pointed at the pens, ink, paper and inkstone scattered in the carriage and said, "Please clean them up. My waist is broken and I can't bend."