Su Ruotang bit her lower lip with her small teeth, turned her head and closed her eyes without looking at him.
Being so close, she could even feel the fresh cedar fragrance approaching inch by inch, and she didn't know when it would suddenly come close to her.
Her breathing suddenly tightened, and her heart accelerated.
In the silent carriage, she could even hear her own heartbeat clearly.
Bang, bang, bang...
Nervous and urgent.
Beside the delicate earlobes, the abrasive breath never left.
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes kept trembling.
After closing your eyes, other perceptions become clearer.
She could feel the man's cool fingers crossing her shoulders and gradually falling down on her slender and soft waist, causing tingling sensations.
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes were covered with tiny sparkles, and there was a heavy blush at the end of her eyes, making her look even more ravaging.
She pursed her lips tightly, her white fingers weakly grasping the clothes scattered underneath her, and the syllables that escaped her red lips were broken and trembling, "Don't...don't be on the carriage... ..”
Someone will find out.
Mo Ronyan's fingertips rested on her beautiful waist, and his voice was low and magnetic, "Where can I do that?"
Su Ruotang bit her lower lip with her small teeth, glared at him with misty peach blossom eyes, gasped and pulled up her dress to cover herself, "Nowhere."
The shining peach blossom eyes are full of water.
Under the background of the red eyes, the thin and waxy voice has no intimidation at all, but reveals a messy and broken beauty.
The color in Mo Ronyan's eyes darkened, and he closed his eyes tightly. He slowly pulled up her dress and put it on her carefully.
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes kept trembling and she pursed her lips tightly, not looking at Mo Ronyan.
After getting over the strange feeling in her body, she held up her weak legs and found a place farthest away from Mo Ronyan to sit down.
The atmosphere inside the carriage gradually turned from charming to cold.
There was silence.
Su Ruotang's sleeves were placed on her knees, revealing a little bit of her green-white fingertips.
She raised her hand, lifted the car curtain, and looked outside.
The delicate curvature of the side face was tightly stretched, and the four words "stay away from me" were engraved on the forehead.
Mo Ronyan looked at her delicate profile, rubbed her aching temples with his fingertips, and spoke again, "Xiao Haitang, call me husband from now on."
Su Ruotang was silent for a moment, then raised her long eyelashes, turned around and looked at the man's beautiful face, with a sarcastic curve on her red lips.
"Husband? Does Your Highness treat me as your wife?"
Mo Ronyan touched those beautiful peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling, but the smile did not reach their eyes.
When the words "you are my wife" reached my lips, I swallowed them unconsciously.
He leaned against the car and said in a low voice, "What are you making trouble about again?"
Yo ho.
Should we say he has made progress?
You could tell she was angry.
Su Ruotang glanced at him coolly, and her sweet voice sounded cold in the silent carriage.
"Your Highness, if your eyesight is not good, go see a doctor. Don't slander me."
After finishing her words, she looked out the window again.
Looking at his face, she became even more angry.
Even my concubine appeared, and you still said you were not angry?
Mo Ronyan raised his eyebrows, but wisely did not say this out loud.
He picked up the teapot on the low table and poured a cup of tea. He held the blue and white painted cup of tea with his long, slender fingers and handed it over, "Drink some tea to moisten your throat."
Su Ruotang ignored it.
Mo Ronyan put down the tea cup, thought carefully with the little patience he had left, and finally came to the conclusion——
It probably still hurts now.
I wonder if my mother-in-law has that kind of ointment...
Glancing at the soft cushions under the third prince's body, Mo Rongyan leaned forward slightly and held her soft, boneless wrist.
Su Ruotang was caught off guard and subconsciously struggled to retract his hand, "What are you doing?"
Mo Ronyan's long, sharp fingers clasped the smooth and slender wrist hard, looking down, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Su Ruotang struggled for a moment.
Where does it hurt?
Then she realized where he was looking, her pretty face turned red immediately, and she stared at him angrily, "Yes, it hurts so much! Please, Your Highness, please don't touch me in the future and go find your childhood sweetheart!"
When the car sank outside, I wanted to close my ears.
For the first time, he felt that having high martial arts skills was not a good thing.
The two people in the car were in a stalemate.
Su Ruotang's beautiful peach blossom eyes, filled with sarcasm and sneer, looked at the man's dark eyes that were gradually losing their warmth.
Seeing that the man seemed to have completely exhausted his patience, the sarcastic curve of her lips became thicker.
However.
The next moment, the sarcasm and sneer in her eyes were suddenly replaced by shock.
Mo Ronyan bent over and hugged her slender waist, exerting force with one hand.
Su Ruotang felt the world spin for a moment, and when she regained consciousness, she was already sitting on the man's lap.
The light-colored skirt flows down the man's long legs. The extreme light color and the abstinent black and red collide to create a wanton and charming visual impact.
Just as the wind was blowing, Fu Beixian, who was riding a horse and walking beside the carriage, slightly lifted the curtains of the carriage. He accidentally saw this scene and was so frightened that he quickly looked away.
Damn it!
Is he sure he can see such an exciting scene without paying?
He subconsciously moved his eyes away and missed Mo Ronyan's cold gaze.
Naturally, he didn't see Mo Rongyan's eyes which were different from the gentle and smiling look when he looked at Su Ruotang.
Indifference.
Jun's beautiful and magnificent face is like an ice sculpture carefully carved by Nuwa, exquisite but with a chilling air.
Mo Ronyan's elegant wrists firmly clasped Su Ruotang's soft waist.
He rested his chin on her shoulder, closed his eyes slightly, and the faint fragrance of crabapple lingered in his breath.
Su Ruotang was hugged by him and couldn't struggle away at all.
She leaned against the man's tight chest helplessly, silently calculating how long Mo Ronyan would last.
The next moment, she gave up.
With the amount of time a dog man has, he can't make it dark.
After she was done, why not just stay in the carriage until dark before getting off?
