Ye Zhiwei was embarrassed.

It's like a hungry wolf and an innocent white rabbit.

"Are you drunk?" She tried her best to dodge, and she had clearly told him about her physical condition.

But she couldn't withstand the strength of the wind and twilight, and he tore off her clothes in a few strokes, and saw her shrunk there like a little worm.

However, the hungry wolf didn't pounce as directly as she thought.

Twilight couldn't help but laugh and pulled out a medicine bottle from the bedside cabinet.

"What do you want to do......" Ye Zhiwei was a little confused by him.

Twilight raised her hand and patted her buttocks, "What do you say you're going to do for your husband?" If you don't turn around quickly, the medicine on your back will have already been wiped out by your clothes. ”

Ye Zhiwei then understood why he was tearing his clothes just now, she thought he wanted to ...... with herself

While she breathed a sigh of relief, she felt a little lost for some reason.

It's a pity that the candle night of the cave room of the two worlds, they all missed it.

Twilight seemed to sense her slight loss, and after wiping the medicine for her, she tore off a thin veil to wrap her body.

"It's only two years at most, and I can afford to wait for my husband." He blew softly in her ear, "How about you first make a pillow for your husband to sleep on for a year?" ”

Ye Zhiwei itched and shrunk her neck.

Feng Duhan chuckled lightly and got out of bed and went to the clean room.

Listening to the sound of water coming from time to time in the water room, she couldn't help but bite her lip gently.

She didn't know how far he had gotten to his nightmares, and Mr. Cui didn't want to talk to her about it these days, thinking that he had been reminded by the wind and twilight, and he was not allowed to mention it to himself.

The ice silk was cool and slippery, and it felt very comfortable to stick to her body in the summer, and she originally wanted to wait for the wind and twilight to wash back, but she shrank there, and unconsciously lost it.

When Feng Duhan came out of the clean room, he saw Ye Zhiwei leaning on the big red embroidered pillow, her long black hair was half-scattered, flowing past her side like flowing water, she was lying there, faintly revealing the fullness of her chest pressed under her......

Feng Duhan only felt a stream of heat rush out of his heart in an instant, burning his heart in a panic.

It's self-inflicted.

He ran to the table, lifted the teapot, and poured half a pot of tea in one go.

Midnight.

Ye Zhiwei was woken up by the unusual noise around her.

When she opened her eyes, she remembered for a long time that she had now married into the Nanwang Mansion.

She heard a rapid gasp around her, and reached out to the side, her hand falling on her face in the twilight, covered in cold sweat.

She came to her senses.

"Twilight?" She called tentatively, but he didn't respond, as if he was immersed in his own dreams.

He whispered in his dream, his voice growing louder, and his hands jerked into the air as if trying to grasp something.

Ye Zhiwei's heart ached slightly, she really couldn't bear to see him like this, she leaned over and took him into her arms.

"Twilight, I'm here, I'm here......" she whispered in his ear, a hand gently caressing his back.

Wind Twilight's forehead was covered with cold sweat, although he did not wake up, but his body gradually relaxed in her arms, he turned sideways, buried his head in her neck socket, seemed to find a comfortable position, and never moved again.

Ye Zhiwei let him pill on her arm, and in the dark, she heard his breathing gradually stabilize and finally become soft and long, as if he had fallen asleep.

She put her arms around him motionlessly, letting her arm be numb and painful under him, but she never had any intention of letting go of him from beginning to end.

The maids and guards on night duty outside the door were all trembling there, and they heard the noise in the house just now.

They even specially called Mr. Cui, for fear that the prince would have a seizure at night.

But when they stood for a long time, the noise in the room became quieter, and at last it became quiet.

Everyone outside couldn't help but look at each other, but Mr. Cui breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You don't have to stay here, let's go back." As he spoke, he left first with the medicine box on his back.

Tsing Yi caught up and said uneasily: "You really don't have to guard?" ”

Mr. Cui bowed his head, "Not only do you not have to guard it today, but as long as there is a princess in the future, we won't have to work so hard at night." ”

Tsing Yi Qi said: "What is the reason for this? ”

Mr. Cui twisted his beard and thought for a long time, "Maybe this is fate, fate is determined by heaven, and the fate of the prince and Miss Ye must have this fate." ”

Early the next morning.

As soon as Ye Zhiwei opened her eyes, she saw the side face of the wind and twilight sleeping soundly.

The ice-carved side face is angular, and the thick eyelashes hang slightly, hiding the narrow phoenix eyes.

His current appearance looks calm and quiet, but as long as he thinks of his abnormalities last night, Ye Zhiwei feels an indescribable sadness in her heart.

She felt that she had never been greedy, she didn't want much, and neither did he.

But fate always seems to love to be against them, breaking their hearts again and again, leaving them bruised all over their bodies until they are exhausted......

Feng Duhan's body moved, and Ye Zhiwei realized that the arm she was holding around him was all numb.

She couldn't help but let out a low moan.

"What's wrong?" Feng Duhan had just woken up, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"It's numb......" She carefully pulled her arm out of his head, trying to rub it, but it hurt, so she had to hold that arm and breathe in the cold.

"Let the husband come." Twilight reached out and clasped her vein.

She immediately understood what he was going to do.

He injected a trace of internal force into her body, urging the blood veins all over her body, dissolving the qi and blood that had been stagnant in her arms.

"Are you feeling better?" He was concerned.

If she didn't dare to move the place all night, she would feel uncomfortable all over.

"It's fine." Afraid that he would be worried, she didn't even say a word of complaint, just gently rubbed her shoulder.

Ice silk slid down her shoulders, revealing her fair skin.

Ye Zhiwei leaned sideways, she didn't notice that Feng Duhan's eyes suddenly became dark.

On each side of her shoulder, there was a clear finger mark, and although a night had passed, the mark had not disappeared.

He reached out and gently placed his finger on the finger mark on her shoulder.

Exactly fits.

As if he had been burned, he jerked his hand back.

"What's wrong?" Ye Zhiwei didn't notice what he did just now, and when she turned her head, she saw him staring at herself with a stiff expression.

"Last night...... I ......" Before he could finish speaking, Ye Zhiwei's body suddenly leaned forward, kissed him heavily on the lips, and swallowed the rest of his words into his mouth.

Memories of last night gradually came back, and he vaguely remembered that he had lost control again in the frightening dream, and then ...... Did he hurt her at that time? left marks on her shoulders......

His body froze there, his eyes full of annoyance.

“…… The wind is cold. She whispered his name, and her kiss fell like a feather on his cheek, on his neck, and finally on his heart.

He felt her distress, her love, and this sense of fullness mixed with the chagrin in his heart, like an old wine, which made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

His body wanted to covet more, but his heart was telling himself to stop in moderation and not hurt her.