Mu Xuefu was simply shocked by his scoundrel behavior and frivolous appearance, and looked at him with wide eyes, as if to see if the person in front of him was the ordinary prince of Chen, who was as elegant as spring and snow. She opened her mouth, wanting to refute him, but she couldn't speak for a long time.

Jing Rong licked her lips, saw her stupid and stunned appearance, and smiled lightly, "Since you don't want to sleep with this king, let's do something more interesting." As he spoke, he pressed half of Mu Xuefu's body under him, and teased: "So that you won't think the place is too small?" ”

Mu Xuefu thought that he was such a scoundrel now, and hurriedly pushed him away, and said angrily: "Lord Tangchen, why are you getting more and more reliant now, I see that you are no different from the hooligans outside." ”

Jingrong "sneered" and smiled, nodded her nose, the dark color in her eyes became thicker and thicker, and said ambiguously: "Beauty is in my arms, if this king is not romantic, will he not live up to such Shaoguang." ”

Seeing that his eyes were solemn, Mu Xuefu subconsciously dodged his enthusiastic gaze, clenched his fist against his shoulder, and lowered his eyes: "Don't make trouble, I'll sleep with you for a while." ”

Jing Rong stared at her, his eyes were soft as gurgling spring water, and his eyes lingered on her beautiful face, depicting it over and over again, as if he wanted to keep every place in her heart. His eyes are so focused, so soft, so serious, and even with a burning **.

Mu Xuefu saw that he had been silent for a long time, and when she raised her eyes, she just happened to break into the deep eyes that seemed to make people fall into them. These eyes, like autumn water, like cold stars, like glass, like precious jade, as if all the treasures in the world are not as bright as a little star in his eyes. She never knew that a man's eyes could be so good-looking, so that she could see that even a woman was not as good.

His heart jumped twice violently, and the whole person seemed to be intoxicated in his eyes, unable to extricate himself.

"Sheph." Jing Rong whispered, gentle and tender. He lowered his head slowly, his lips gently resting on Mu Xuefu's forehead, brushing her delicate skin like a feather. First, the forehead, slowly the lip flap moved down, along the center of the eyebrows to the tip of the nose, and then to the cherry red lips. He kissed her delicate lips infinitely and gently, sucking gently, nibbling shallowly, licking and pecking on her lips with the tip of his tongue, twisting and twisting and entanglement, until he opened her teeth with the tip of his tongue, as if made by some kind of magic, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

Jing Rong turned over and directly pressed Mu Xuefu's whole person under him, eagerly deepened the kiss, and vigorously explored the fragrance in every corner of her mouth. This time it was obviously more lean than the last time, he kept teasing and absorbing, so that Mu Xuefu, who was originally resistant, was lost a little bit.

Mu Xuefu put her arms around his neck, only feeling that the whole body was soft from being kissed by him, and she couldn't use any strength, as if he was doing whatever he wanted. She wore only a single coat, and she could clearly feel the shiver of his hand wandering on her back.

Jing Rong hugged her arms harder and harder, kissed her lips and tongue more and more excitedly, and gasped low while kissing, as if to rub Mu Xuefu into his body. When Mu Xuefu's nasal cavity made a "humming" sound, the constant shouting in the body became more intense, and a certain part of the body was also unsettled.

There was a ** thing against his body, Mu Xuefu instantly sobered up, struggled to push away Jingrong, and shouted: "Don't." ”

Jing Rong was pushed away by her, and only then did she come back to her senses. He gasped for air, easing his uncontrollable heartbeat. It was difficult to restrain the shouting **, he put his upper body half on Mu Xuefu's body, buried heavily in her shoulder, and when Mu Xuefu was about to push him away again, Jing Rong said in a calm and hoarse voice: "Good Fu'er, don't move, let me be quiet for a while, it'll be fine for a while." ”

Mu Xuefu clasped the hand on his shoulder, listened to his deep panting, and his heart moved, patting his shoulder to Jingrong's back, and soothing him.

The window paper has a peach blossom pattern that blooms into clouds, and the spring light is infinite. There was a sound of shallow breathing in his ears, and Mu Xuefu's hand stroking his back slowly stopped. Looking at his sleeping appearance, his eyes depicted his face little by little. The skin is as smooth as jade, the slanted eyebrows fly into the sideburns like a sword, the evil and flamboyant, the thin lips of cherry red under the high nose bridge, and the perfectly thin chin, all of which are exquisite. The best thing is that the narrow corners of the eyes are slightly raised, which is even more sultry than a woman. Such a man is called the first beautiful man in Daqin, and he really deserves it.

The warm breath sprayed on her neck, and she had to rub it with her nose from time to time, not at all with the usual majesty of the prince, but like a child. Looking at such a scene, Mu Xuefu's face was unconsciously covered with a gentle smile that even she didn't know about. I don't know if it was because she really didn't have a good rest last night, or if Jingrong infected her, and after a while, Mu Xuefu's eyelids slowly closed as if she was bewitched.

Outside the window, the plum blossoms are as red as rain, intertwined with the sound of the wind sweeping the leaves, like the whispers of men and women. The warm fragrance warms the house, and a pair of men and women on the soft collapse fall into a light sleep peacefully, and the room is full of beautiful spring light.

When Mu Xuefu opened her eyes again, a gentle and doting look came straight into her eyes.

"Awake?" Jing Rong stroked her sideburns, rubbing her thumb back and forth on her cheek, "I said that I slept with this king, and I slept so fragrantly." ”

Mu Xuefu frowned, how could she fall asleep, she was still sleeping so soundly, she didn't even know that Jing Rong woke up. Sure enough, he neglected to practice, and even his vigilance became worse and worse.

"Why didn't the prince wake up and watch me do something?" Mu Xuefu sat up with his arms propped up, rubbed his forehead, and asked.

Jing Rong followed her and sat up, hugged her, and said, "The coquettish is growing at the beginning of the day, and the light skirt is cool for the time being." The desert tent smoke cage jade pillow, powder skin sweat white lotus fragrance. Gently blew on Mu Xuefu's neck, "Beauty is beauty, even sleeping is beautiful like a fairy who came out of the painting, this king is afraid that you will enter the painting and become an immortal, where will this king find you?" ”

Mu Xuefu scolded him, pulled off his hand and walked out of bed, "Rhetoric." She walked to the window and opened it, and a ray of cold sunlight broke through the window and illuminated the room.

Jing Rong leaned lazily on the soft collapse, his eyes kept following her, and his mouth was smiling. The fine golden light is like a light mist on Mu Xuefu's body, today she is wearing a magnolia-colored regular dress, embroidered with a few light pink acacia flowers, only holding an ordinary bun on her head, and a pink jade peach blossom drip dew hosta is inserted in the sideburns, plain and pure, simple, gentle and elegant.

Jing Rong is really strange sometimes, Mu Xuefu's dress in the East Courtyard is always bright colors like red and purple, just like the flamboyant personality she shows, bewitching and bright. As long as he is in the room, he never wears bright clothes, but chooses to decorate himself with light and elegant clothes, whether it is a headdress or clothes. Is this just like her personality?

The smile on his lips slowly retracted, his brows couldn't help frowning, and Jing Rong's heart sank. The choice of such a two-sided dress is not the embodiment of Mu Xuefu's external and internal appearance. Although the two of them are now a lot closer, the one who takes the initiative is him, the one who is emotional is him, and the one who is tempted is also him. Where's Mushef? Is it that even though she accepts herself on the surface, she still doesn't have him in her heart? Yes, she never had him in her eyes.

A thin layer of anger accumulated in his chest, and the more Jing Rong thought about it, the more angry he became. Originally, he was more interested in Mu Xuefu than he expected, but the initiator didn't put his mind on himself at all, how could he not be angry, and in addition to being angry, he was helpless. He raised his head and looked at Mu Xuefu's delicate and perfect side face, a firm seed germinated in his heart, from childhood to adulthood, when did he not get what he wanted, how could he not get a woman's heart!

With a thought move, Jing Rong got out of bed with long legs, picked up a thick coat on the hanger, walked to Mu Xuefu and put it on for her, and then hugged her into his arms, and said gently: "Fu'er, let me stay overnight tonight, okay?" ”

Mu Xuefu was stunned, her fingers unconsciously clenched into fists, she lowered her head more and more, and even felt the secret pattern on the collar on her chin.

Jing Rong saw her like this, her brows furrowed, and a look of displeasure flashed in her eyes. The anger in his chest kept churning, sweeping over like a river and a sea. Without any tenderness, he grabbed Mu Xuefu's shoulder and straightened her body to face him, his nails rattling, and his shoulder cracked.

Mu Xuefu was in pain, twisted her eyebrows and said, "You let go of me, it hurts." ”

Hearing this, Jingrong trembled slightly, released two strengths in his hand, stared at her for a moment, and slowly stroked his hand down her arm, unconsciously, sighed, and a wry smile appeared on his lips, "When will Xuefu's heart be on this king?" His eyes gradually dimmed, he shook his head helplessly, and took Mu Xuefu into his arms again, his fingers rubbed gently on her cheeks, his fingers were still very cold, and she couldn't help but tremble when she touched Mu Xuefu, "It's okay, this king can wait, wait for the day when you want." ”

The entanglement and contradiction in his heart are like the vines and branches on the trees, Mu Xuefu fell on his shoulder, his eyebrows relaxed, and he cut off the vine branches in his heart.

Heart? Let's go in the next life!

Jingrong, now you want my heart when you are tempted, and you want me to serve you, but have you forgotten that in order to draw a clear line with King Rui and Mu Zhaolin, you spread rumors about me before marriage, and you neither greeted my relatives nor visited the church on the wedding day, causing me to become the talk of the whole city before and after dinner? Even now, even though it is rumored that you love me, there are still people who laugh at me about these things, so that I sometimes can't even lift my head. Hmph, it's enough to let you take advantage, and you still want me to dedicate yourself, you can't help but think too well. Even if I want to be captured, how I want to be captured, and when I want to capture it is up to me.