How can I call myself a Green Tea Princess if I beco a blushing ss rely with a kiss???
Lin Feilu moved her body awkwardly and said in a muffled voice after a while, “I don’t like them.”
Song Jinglan seed to enjoy this position very much as the arms that hugged her beca tighter. From the tip of his nose, he gave her a soft hum of approval, “I will have them sentenced to death upon our return.”
Lin Feilu hurriedly said, “I wasn’t asking you to kill them; you can just drive them out of the palace!”
He stroked her waist to her back with his fingers, “Okay.”
She felt a little itchy and couldn’t help shrinking her body, but she leaned closer to him. After thinking about it, she stated, “You won’t be allowed to marry any other won in the future, do you understand?”
He laughed, “Got it.”
Even after he finished speaking, she still didn’t trust his words entirely. Therefore, she lowered her head and asked suspiciously, “Really? As an Emperor, won’t you feel like it’s a sha not to have 3000 beauties in your harem?”
Song Jinglan finally raised his head, eting her suspicious gaze with his deep eyes and a smile plastered on his lips, “You’re the only one I want.”
Lin Feilu choked on her saliva and blushed again.
Song Jinglan narrowed his eyes slightly before raising his hand to caress her flushed face, gently brushing his thumb across her lips. His gentle voice was low as it bore a deep timbre, “You’re the only one I want, Princess, but you are allowed to only marry as well.”
Lin Feilu blushed even harder as the shivers from her lips extended to her limbs, unable to stand his intense, passionate gaze.
Song Jinglan suddenly raised his hand to hold the back of her head before he stood up and kissed her reddening earlobe. When his soft yet cold lips were pressed against her skin, Lin Feilu ‘exploded’ instantaneously. She subconsciously wanted to struggle, but she was rendered immobile as he pinned her securely to her seat. In the end, the only thing she could do was shut her eyes out of embarrassnt.
After kissing her, he bit her lightly, enveloping her neck with his warm breath as he asked in a hoarse voice, “Do you understand?”
After a mont, the girl’s stamring voice was heard, “Yes…I understand…”
Song Jinglan smiled contentedly, and the convoy continued to press forward.
Lin Feilu buried herself into the crook of his neck for a long ti before finally calming down her heartbeat and breathing steadily. She secretly raised her eyes to look at his handso side profile, humming softly, “Are your legs numb?”
Song Jinglan’s fingers caressed her back, replying to her in a pleasantly lazy tone, “No, it’s not. The Princess is very light.”
Lin Feilu, “Oh, well I’m getting numb.”
He laughed and placed his arm through the hollow gap of her knees and carried her up. Lin Feilu originally thought he would place her down, but who would have thought that he was just changing the direction of where she faced.
Which was how she found herself kneeling on his lap, facing him.
He was still pinching her waist with his hand as he pulled her towards him. Song Jinglan asked calmly, “How about this?”
Lin Feilu was overwheld with embarrassnt.
Her light-coloured dress was fanned out on both sides. Her face was blushing with a bright red hue, and her heart was pounding loudly. If an outsider were to see their position, they would cry out, “What a picture-perfect scenario of a foolish Emperor behaving obscenely in broad daylight!”
She fidgeted a bit and covered her face with her hands, subrging into a breakdown, “Let go, hurry!”
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