C118 What is in your mind

When Xie Qingrong heard Xuanyuan Chen's low and clear voice, she immediately retracted the foot she had lifted up.

He knocked on the door and said, "It's me."

When Xuanyuan Chen heard Xie Qingrong's voice, he was still in a daze, thinking that he had heard wrongly. Following his instincts, he said: "Come in."

Xie Qingrong pushed the door open and entered confidently. Upon entering, he saw a huge screen, on it hung the red embroidered robes that Xuanyuan Chen had worn in the daytime.

A burst of huge water sounds came out, but before Xie Qingrong could react, she found herself sitting inside the bath barrel, and the water in the barrel instantly wetted her clothes.

Due to the fact that he was wet, he was sticking closely to his body. Under the cover of the black suit, he had an extremely slim and weak waist, and his chest was still heaving. The lower part of his body was covered up by the hot water, making it hard to see.

Xuanyuan Chen loosened the rope tied around Xie Qingrong's head. His long hair drooped down, and stuck close to his wet cheeks as droplets of water dripped down.

Xie Qingrong only felt a burst of scorching aura slowly approaching before it was pulled into her arms by Xuanyuan Chen's long arms. The water that was originally used for bathing was extremely hot and right now, it was boiling hot close to Xie Qingrong's body.

Xie Qingrong raised her head and looked into Xuanyuan Chen's eyes. Inside, there was a rolling black Qi, Xie Qingrong nervously swallowed her saliva, her intuition told him that something unexpected was going to happen.

Yet he didn't realize how enticing he was at this moment.

Her jade-like skin was covered with droplets of water, bright and alluring cherry lips, and her enchanting almond eyes looked like they had been dipped in water, like that of a little deer. Her eyes were wet and pitiful as she looked at Xuanyuan Chen.

It was obvious that he wanted to refuse.

Even though Xuanyuan Chen had an extremely strong self-control, he couldn't resist the temptation of his beloved woman acting on her own.

Moreover, the appearance of A Rong here was a trace of his secret imagination.

If he didn't kiss now, then when?

Lowering his head, Xuanyuan Chen kissed the alluring cherry lips that he thought of day and night, and like a violent storm of kisses swept over …

The string in Xie Qingrong's mind suddenly snapped. After a flash of white light, pink petals danced in the wind.

Xuanyuan Chen and Xie Qingrong's previous kisses were gentle and patient, like the kiss of a hunter who had hunted down his little prey, bit by bit.

Xie Qingrong's lips were already bitten by Xuanyuan Chen, so blood dripped into her lips. Xuanyuan Chen tasted the taste of rust, and the invasion became more intense.

Its tongue nimbly sucked the juice from Xie Qingrong's mouth and intertwined with Xie Qingrong's lilac tongue.

As she kissed him, Xie Qingrong only let Xie Qingrong go when he felt that she was about to suffocate. He waited for her to take a few breaths, then gently licked the wound on Xie Qingrong's lips and swallowed it.

After he finished kissing her, Xie Qingrong's face, which was originally as white as jade, was covered in a blush, and even his neck was completely red.

The desire in her eyes was still churning as her low and hoarse voice sounded out, "A Rong, wait for me to calm down."

Xie Qingrong nodded her head in a daze, only to hear Xuanyuan Chen chuckling, with a satisfied tone.

Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Chen's slowness lasted for a long time.

The water in the bath had already become somewhat warm and cold. However, the two people who had kissed each other just now were completely unaware of the problem with the temperature of the water.

Xuanyuan Chen carefully carried Xie Qingrong in his arms, his forehead resting on Xie Qingrong's shoulder.

Her deep and melodious voice carried a bit of nostalgia and love as she chuckled: "Why is A Rong here?"

Xie Qingrong also returned to hug Xuanyuan Chen. As she extended her hand, she touched Xuanyuan Chen's long hair that was as smooth as silk.

"I'm worried about you."

Today, when they parted ways at the city gate, Xie Qingrong was anxious and worried that Xuanyuan Jing would fall into his trap. Even though she knew that Xuanyuan Chen was not as calm and polite as he appeared, even though he had told her countless times in her heart that he could settle this issue, she still couldn't help but come over to meet him.

Before she came, Xie Qingrong's heart was full of drafts. But after she came here, she suddenly discovered that she could only say the words "I'm worried about you" in the end.

The corner of Xuanyuan Chen's eyes revealed a hint of a smile, as his heart was extremely moved by Xie Qingrong's worry and concern for him, and he was also very clear about the unspoken words in Xie Qingrong's heart.

It was just that when he went to Nanping with him to tend to the water, A Rong had been injured. Although it was only a light injury, he felt extremely apologetic in his heart.

Originally, he had thought that he could handle the true mission that his royal father had given him by himself. But he never would have thought that A Rong would actually come to look for him.

This sudden surprise and emotion was enough for him to reflect on it for a long time.

"A Rong, thank you."

Xuanyuan Chen was like a believer as he piously kissed Xie Qingrong on the forehead. Xie Qingrong closed her eyes and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Xuanyuan Chen and Xie Qingrong embraced each other, and just like that, they tenderly hugged each other until the temperature of the water completely cooled down, and goosebumps formed on their skin that was exposed.

Xuanyuan Chen stretched out his long arm, took off the clothes hanging on the screen, and carefully put it on Xie Qingrong's body.

As he carried Xie Qingrong to the bedside, he no longer cared about his priceless attire. Inside and out, he carefully wiped Xie Qingrong's body, then took out a clean cotton handkerchief to gently wipe off Xie Qingrong's long, drenched hair.

Wiping her long hair was extremely troublesome, but Xuanyuan Chen patiently helped to wipe it off.

After wiping for a long time, Xie Qingrong suddenly stopped Xuanyuan Chen from moving. Her expression was somewhat serious, and her pitch black eyes were also somewhat dark as she said: "Tell me honestly, what exactly are you thinking in your heart? I thought I could guess you, but now I find I can't figure you out. "

After saying that, the corner of his mouth pulled up, revealing a somewhat bitter smile.

Xuanyuan Chen stopped what he was doing, placed the cotton handkerchief at the side, curled his lips, and said with a faint smile: "What is A Rong thinking, can you tell me about it?"

Xie Qingrong helplessly shook her head, indicating that she did not know, "I don't know how to start, I want to ask too many questions, and I also want to say too many things."