Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

“Is that you, Ji-won?”

"Are you here?"

The low murmurs made Zhao Changlin involuntarily stretch out her hand, but she was a little drowsy in her sleep. Perhaps she was too tired during the day and now she had no strength left.

Even the direction of the grasp was so weak and powerless.

Her fingers just touched an empty space, and she couldn't help feeling disappointed. After all, Zhiyuan was now in the distant Xizhou City, so how could he appear in the imperial city?

I don’t know whether she is doing well over there.

Do you eat well and sleep well?

Has anyone ever given her any trouble?

Zhao Changlin's fingers fell slightly, and just as she was about to withdraw them, she was suddenly held by something warm. The familiar touch pulled her wrist back.

Xia Zhiyuan looked at Zhao Changlin's dark eyes with some heartache. His fingertips brushed the hair on her forehead. He was about to shove Zhao Changlin's dishonest arm back into the quilt.

But then I heard a muffled voice coming from under the quilt: "Is it you... Zhiyuan?"

Zhao Changlin opened her hazy eyes. Perhaps because she was too sleepy, she couldn't see the person in front of her clearly. In the candlelight, Zhao Changlin blinked her eyelashes and could only make out a rough outline.

But just a silhouette made her heart beat fast.

A vague guess gradually surfaced, but Zhao Changlin did not dare to confirm it. She just thought that she was dizzy from marking documents these days, so she had the illusion in her dream.

Hearing His Highness's gentle inquiry, Xia Zhiyuan's heart couldn't help but soften, and at this moment her motherly love was overflowing.

Perhaps she was dreaming, or perhaps it was because His Highness had slept for a long time, that was why her voice sounded like that, but this did not stop Xia Zhiyuan from being overjoyed.

"it's me…"

Before the word "Your Highness" was uttered, Zhao Changlin threw back the quilt and almost stumbled into Xia Zhiyuan's arms.

It turns out that when we are not separated, we don’t feel anything.

But once they separated, she was shocked to realize how much she missed her.

His Highness felt warm, and the coldness on her body was almost instantly dispelled. Xia Zhiyuan stood there in a daze. She thought that His Highness had not woken up yet.

"Are you a dream?"

"Ji Yuan..."

The soft red lips were pressed against his neck. Zhao Changlin didn't want to open his eyes. Even if it was just an outline, she could deceive himself.

Zhiyuan is by his side at this moment.

Hearing His Highness's question, Xia Zhiyuan placed his hand on the top of Zhao Changlin's head and stroked His Highness's black hair bit by bit.

"What do you think, Your Highness? If Your Highness thinks I am a dream, then I am a dream. If Your Highness thinks I am real, then I am real."

She had some teasing thoughts in mind. While coaxing him, she tidied up Zhao Changlin's messy dragon robe. The lingering fragrance of incense wafted into her nostrils.

This was different from the fishy and smelly smell in Xizhou City. Xia Zhiyuan finally placed his palm on Zhao Changlin's back and patted it gently, bit by bit.

Full of maternal radiance.

"Then... can Ji Won sleep with me?"

Zhao Changlin finally raised her head. Her eyes were red with tears crystal clear in them. It was the first time Xia Zhiyuan saw her looking so fragile. She was different from the previous prince who was not so domineering.

As expected, people are most vulnerable when they are sleeping. When Xia Zhiyuan and Zhao Changlin slept in the same bed before, he never noticed that Zhao Changlin would be like this.

At that time, His Highness was very methodical whether he was sleeping or eating, and he even had time to tease me when he had some thoughts in his mind.

For example, putting glutinous rice balls in your mouth.

It turns out that there are too many things going on in the court recently, and too many memorials to the emperor. Is Your Highness under too much pressure?

"it is good."

"Ji Won...sleep with His Highness."

However, just as Xia Zhiyuan finished his words of agreement, he felt a force on his waist, pulling him down onto the bed.

"You are always so bad, are you like this in dreams too?"

The gloom in Zhao Changlin's eyes faded away, and what followed was a sense of success. Her fingertips moved from Xia Zhiyuan's back upwards, gradually stopping at Xia Zhiyuan's shoulder.

Just like the spring water brushing across the lake, creating ripples that make people feel excited and involuntarily pay attention to the restlessness on their skin.

"Or does Zhi Yuan really exist at this moment?"

Although this sentence is a question, it is a rhetorical question.

After this brief contact, Zhao Changlin was sure that the Xia Zhiyuan in front of her was real. She couldn't help but press Xia Zhiyuan's shoulders and press him under her.

The little dragon on the dragon robe was still baring its fangs and claws, just like His Highness's expression at the moment, with raised eyebrows, looking down at him condescendingly.

Xia Zhiyuan rested his head on the soft pillow, his head spinning and his breathing becoming rapid.

"Your Highness...Have you guessed all this?"

She did not intend to deny it. Xia Zhiyuan was not sure how much Zhao Changlin could accept the fact that she had a system, but if His Highness wanted to know, he would definitely ask her. But if His Highness did not want to ask, then she would not say anything either.

After all, to be fair, if she were a person from this dynasty, she would never believe such nonsense if someone told her.

So you won’t know until things happen to you.

Since they think they know how to perform witchcraft, then they can do it. In fact, there is no difference between the system and the poisonous insects, and there are no side effects.

How wonderful!

"It's not a guess, it's my sincere hope that you are sincere."

"Zhiyuan, are you doing well in Xizhou City?"

Zhao Changlin took off the belt of her nightgown hanging around her waist. The dragon pattern on it, like the dragon robe she was wearing, represented the supreme power.

"Very well... Your Highness, what is this for?"

As soon as she answered, Xia Zhiyuan saw her wrists being wrapped around in circles. The moon-white nightgown belt tied her hands up mercilessly.

"I don't want you to leave...stay with me, okay?"

"Ji Yuan... this is a dream, so I can do anything to you... right?"

Half awake, half confused.

Zhao Changlin couldn't control the movements of her hands at all. Her rationality that had lasted for many days finally collapsed, and at this moment she was driven only by desire.

She couldn't control herself and used some force, and the belt of her white nightgown was stretched tight and wrinkled. Zhao Changlin breathed rapidly and pressed down all of a sudden, pressing Xia Zhiyuan's hands against the head of the bed.

“Wu… Your Highness… Wu…”

She groaned and was about to say something when a pair of hands covered her red lips, and Xia Zhiyuan's fragmented words were blocked between her lips.

Zhao Changlin smiled and lowered her head to kiss the back of her hand. Her action was forced yet gentle. Her other hand was still on Xia Zhiyuan's wrist, through the soft strap of her nightgown.

It's over. I seem to have gotten myself into trouble.