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

After moving his legs, Xia Zhiyuan felt that the chillness in his body had completely disappeared, and he was no longer feeling hot.

Zhao Changlin was still unyielding. He slowly moved his hand away and kissed her with his warm lips. She felt her forehead was burning. She didn't know if it was because the wind was too cold at night, or because of her current state of mind. Her heart was already in agony.

"Ji Yuan... I miss you so much... But what can I do to keep you?"

"You have to leave anyway. Didn't your letter make that clear?"

"You need to leave, you need to leave this place... You asked me to eat well, do you think I can do it?"

In this huge palace, Zhao Changlin had never felt lonely before. She just felt that the sky was hers, the earth was hers, and this palace was also hers.

No one could take the throne away from him, not even the royal family.

But now, as she walked in the corridor of the palace, she would wonder what meals the imperial kitchen would prepare today, and whether the hall was too cold and whether she should add more silver charcoal.

She felt more worried and could no longer hide her feelings, and Zhao Changlin didn't want to hide them either.

In the past, when facing separation, Zhao Changlin only shed a tear for her mother's death due to depression. But on the day of her father's burial, she really became as hard-hearted as stone, no longer sad or sentimental about anything.

But today, she realized that she had never let go at all. She was so greedy for the warmth around her and the feeling of Zhiyuan being by her side.

The loosened lips were slightly swollen, and Xia Zhiyuan felt that her chest was burning hot, but she did not want to push away His Highness's willingness to do whatever he wanted to her.

Your Highness is under too much pressure.

"Your Highness, then...I won't leave?"

I really don't know how His Highness managed to cry even harder than her and hold her tightly under him and say these words.

Could this be the legendary crybaby A——

"You are so eloquent and fickle. You always deceive me with your sharp tongue..."

"Zhiyuan, do you think you should be punished?"

Zhao Changlin looked at her mesmerizing eyes and wondered if he had been too forceful just now. He stretched out his thumb and gently rubbed Xia Zhiyuan's swollen lips.

His movements were gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

"What does Your Highness want to punish?"

"If Zhiyuan did something wrong, he would admit it and would not deny it."

With his bound wrists still resting on the head of the bed, Zhao Changlin felt that Xia Zhiyuan's words were extremely...tempting.

"You said this yourself, don't go back on your word."

Zhao Changlin's eyes were red and she lay down, her fingers moving down along Xia Zhiyuan's neck.

Even when he was angry, Zhao Changlin tried his best to restrain himself so as not to make too much noise and hurt Xia Zhiyuan.

She is in poor health and cannot bear the hardship herself.

So he had to be extra gentle. Xia Zhiyuan did not avoid Zhao Changlin's approach. Instead, he slightly raised his neck, revealing a red mark on it, and smiled.

"Yes, I will never regret it."

"Zhiyuan, keep your word."

Perhaps it was because of the movement, or perhaps because her hands were bound, but Xia Zhiyuan's pale arm pulse was beating. The sleeves of her clothes dropped, revealing her arms, as white as jade, which made people imagine a lot.

She arched her waist, leaned close to Zhao Changlin's ear, and whispered softly, "But, Your Highness, you have to promise Zhiyuan, can you be gentler?"

"Don't... use so much force."

"OK?"

While saying this, Xia Zhiyuan rubbed his neck against Zhao Changlin and kissed her ear.

This kiss is so wet, hot and long that it makes people unable to extricate themselves and indulge in it.

Zhao Changlin's breathing became rapid due to the kiss. He supported himself on the bed with his hands, feeling their necks pressed together and their collarbones touching.

The clothes just fell down.

The sweat on her body fell onto the soft quilt bit by bit, and the hair on her temples was all wet.

The candle was almost burned out, but no palace maid dared to lift the curtain to enter the bedroom. They all stood guard outside the bedroom in fear.

The eyes observe the nose, and the nose observes the heart.

The whole person seemed to be soaking in a warm bath, but the whole body was sore and weak, and he couldn't muster any strength.

But His Highness, seemingly holding back a lot of anger and with endless energy, still refused to give in.

He even had time to kiss the tears that fell from her eyes due to physiological reasons. Xia Zhiyuan thought it was okay at first, until the friction of his arm from behind gradually began to cause some pain.

The wrist trembled.

Zhao Changlin naturally noticed Xia Zhiyuan's physical discomfort, so he took the initiative to stretch out his fingers and untie the restraints on Xia Zhiyuan's wrists.

The moon-white nightgown belt cascaded down like a waterfall and landed on the pale wrist. Xia Zhiyuan felt that his hands were finally liberated and had a chance to breathe, and he sighed in his heart.

It is true that you cannot touch a tiger's butt. If you touch it, the tiger will pin you to the ground and eat you clean.

The belt of the nightgown fell on Xia Zhiyuan's eyes by itself, like a stroke of genius. Zhao Changlin was stunned for a moment, and then he became interested.

Blindfolding my eyes, it seems like I have never done this with Zhiyuan before...

She was actually looking forward to it, so she pinched the moon-white nightgown belt with her sweaty fingers and gently outlined it, leaving a few faint marks on it.

Xia Zhiyuan only felt that the originally dim candlelight in front of her eyes had been completely obscured. She couldn't even see what the prince looked like in front of her. There was only a misty white cloth in front of her.

The belt of her nightgown pressed down her hair, and Zhao Changlin quickly covered Xia Zhiyuan's eyes completely. She could not see those watery eyes, but she felt that the guilt in her heart was suddenly reduced by a lot.

The fingertips ran across the bridge of the nose and stopped at the tip of the nose.

Zhao Changlin spoke in a low voice, restraining his desire, and asked: "Zhiyuan, as long as you are willing... you can stop now..."

After going all this way, and still telling her that she can stop, isn't this just bullying?

Your Highness is truly a scoundrel.

"Do you want to stop, Your Highness?"

Because she was blindfolded, Xia Zhiyuan could no longer see anything, but her hearing and sense of touch were still there, and she could still feel the burning temperature of His Highness' body.

"Of course...I don't want to."

Zhao Changlin lay down, like a tiger that had been hungry for a long time, and gently bit the edge of Xia Zhiyuan's earlobe. Her tongue tip pressed up, making Xia Zhiyuan tremble all over.

"Huh...huh..."

"Then... Your Highness, please continue... Since Zhiyuan has already promised Your Highness, I will not refuse Your Highness..."

Her voice was intermittent. Suppressing the desire in her body, Xia Zhiyuan patiently answered Zhao Changlin's questions.

The night is still long...