When Morong Gan entered, Bai Qianfan had already finished her bath. She sat on the side of the bed with her hair half dry, and lowered her head slightly, looking a little nervous. As she twisted her fingers, a faint layer of pink floated on her face, bringing out a bashful expression.
He stood there, looking at her. In this half a year, she had undergone a great change. She was no longer the little girl in his impression of her. When she wore Qi Hong's clothes, she did not feel that they were big. The light and thin clothes hung in the air, outlining the girl's beautiful figure. Once light eyebrows, now like a pen and ink outline, thick and light appropriate. Her eyebrows were like a distant mountain, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised. Her eyeliner was as thick as a painting, making her large eyes seem even darker.
He couldn't help but sigh. It was a pity that he had missed out on her growth so far. This kind of Bai Qianfan was clearly a little unfamiliar to him, but the moment she nervously twisted her fingers, he felt that it was familiar and familiar to him. No matter how it changed, she was still his Little Princess, his little wife that he loved down to his very bones.
She was a sixteen year old girl, and no longer a childish girl. She was like a flower that was slowly blooming, appearing so coquettishly in front of him.
Morong Gan took a deep breath and slowly walked over. The light flickered, appearing exceptionally tranquil. One could hear the sound of the soles of his shoes rubbing against the ground, low and heavy.
Her heart skipped a beat and she stood up in panic. His big hand reached over and gently pulled open her belt, and his silk shirt, which was straight and sleek, slid to the sides, falling down from his shoulders. Inside, there was a white lotus apron embroidered with a white lotus root embroidered on the pink bottom, and he stared at her snow-white shoulders without stopping his gaze as he moved his hand to the back and untied the thin ribbon.
She felt her chest turn cold and instinctively used her hand to cover it. He held her arm, his voice low and low, "Let me see, let me see if you've grown up yet."
Two pairs of burning eyes stared intently at her chest, as if trying to discern a flower.
She was so embarrassed that a blush spread down her face and even her chest turned pink. She said in a low voice, "I'll probably let you down. You didn't grow into the watermelon you wanted."
"You look like this, and they think you're a man?"
"I usually tie it up with a piece of cloth."
He let out an "Oh," as if regretting it. "If I don't tie it up, it might be bigger."
"You still think I'm not big enough."
"No," he said, lowering his head, and with a kind of worshipping piety, burying his face in the gully, his muffled voice came. "Just right, I like it."
He could not wait any longer. Now, immediately, immediately, he wanted her to truly belong to him, to be branded with his mark on her. From now on, he would never lose her again. It was said that as long as a woman gave herself to a man, she would be dead set on him. He wanted to become her man so that she could no longer run away.
In the confused night, he pestered her, his blurred eyes locked onto hers. Somehow, the two of them fell into the same bed.
he asked hoarsely. "Are you afraid?"
The girl shook her head with a determined look on her face. "Come on," she said.
His eyes were as dark as a pool. "If it hurts, you tell me."
"I'm not afraid of pain," she said, putting her hand on his neck and pulling gently.
He was so touched that he made up his mind to get things done. It was his first time, and he was very nervous, but he couldn't let her see it. He had to be as firm as a rock and make her depend on him wholeheartedly.
The strong arm followed her exquisite curves and touched her hand. The ten fingers intersected and held tightly. His body sank down bit by bit.
He was always worried. "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." She gave him a bright smile in return, but in fact … It was truly painful, as if his body was being torn apart in order to allow him to enter.
He was already mesmerized to the point where he couldn't tell if her words were real or fake. His breath was in disorder as he shouted, "My darling …"
If it was before, Bai Qianfan would definitely laugh, but now, her eyes had suddenly turned wet. A cold-blooded and cold-blooded Prince Chu hugging her and shouting "darling", this was simply unthinkable, it was her mistake, she shouldn't have run, she shouldn't have left him for so long, he was so depressed, so eager, and so eager to be one with her …
He was sweating profusely while she was covered in steam. His eyes never left her, not even for a moment. He didn't allow her to look away as they stared at each other, wanting to enter their hearts …
The house was full of spring and the night outside was intoxicating. Jia Tong and Ning Jiu stood silently at the bottom of the porch, like two King Kong.
Ning Jiu was a little surprised by Jia Tong's calmness. He looked at him in surprise, then sighed as if he was about to cry.
Ning Jiu smiled, it was not easy at all, but it was also fate, otherwise, he would not even be able to find his, and suddenly, he delivered himself to her.
In the light, a slender figure quickly walked over. He slightly bent his body and saluted, "Crown Prince Palace."
The Crown Prince nodded his head and walked inside, but was stopped by him, "Prince, it's not convenient for the Crown Prince to see guests right now."
The Crown Prince was surprised, "Am I a guest?"
Ning Jiu's hand did not fall, his attitude was neither haughty nor humble, and he said, "Prince should return first.
The Crown Prince didn't show any anger on his face. Instead, he smiled and asked, "Is your master seeing a guest?"
"Yes."
"I wonder who it is …"
"Prince, please take care. My princess has returned, the prince is talking to her right now."
The Crown Prince was surprised, but his face remained impassive as his smile grew gentler, "So it's Princess who has returned. Congratulations. Since it's like this, let them gather more, I'll look for him tomorrow."
Jia Tong bowed as he accompanied her, "Prince, take care."
The Crown Prince walked all the way to the back yard. Looking at the lights of the embroidery building, he hesitated for a moment before walking up the stairs.
When Huangfu Zhuer saw that he was coming over at this time, she could not help but be confused. "Crown Prince Brother came over at this time, is there something important?"
The crown prince did not say anything and only looked at her, causing her to feel weak in her heart. "Why is Crown Prince Brother looking at me like that?"
"Is there something you're hiding from me?"
"No, what can I hide from Crown Prince Brother?"
"You and Prince Chu, are you two … "Is it no longer the same as before?"
Huangfu Zhuer's face changed slightly: Did Third Brother tell you anything?
"The princess is back, did you know?"
"Huh?" Huangfu Zhuer's legs went soft as she fell onto the chair and muttered, "She, why is she back?"
He looked at her, "Zhu'er, don't forget your blood feud. Now that the Prince Chu is not willing to head north, how long will it take before our plan succeeds and you can take care of him?"
Huangfu Zhuer suddenly covered her face and started crying, "What if you ask me, Third Brother doesn't have me anymore in her heart …"