They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 328 Just one minute of sleep

"Bo You".

She called his name, and when she opened her eyes, she saw him looking down.

His features are so deep and strong, every single detail perfectly matches her aesthetic.

She touched his ear with her hand behind his back, then touched his chin, and tapped the tip of his nose.

I touched his eyebrows again. With looks like that, how could others think he's ugly? They really don't know how to appreciate beauty.

My hand stopped at the tip of his lips as he was thinking, and I felt my fingers being gripped by something hard.

It turned out he was biting me; I suddenly felt a tightness all over my body, and my heart started beating faster.

But he only bit down lightly, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was enjoying it.

Wu Ziyan moved slightly, and he released his teeth, staring at her with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes.

At that moment, his lips looked bling bling.

If you really want to take a bite, then you should just do it, after all, this is a otome game.

She pulled his neck to her side and gently took his lips into hers, her touch tender and soft.

There was no aggression whatsoever, nor any desire to possess the other; they were simply enjoying this moment of tranquility.

They closed their eyes and intertwined, until their breathing gradually became heavy, and she leaned against his chest.

You can also feel a hard object protruding; a real man reacts.

If there's no reaction... then it just means she's not charming enough.

"Miss...don't move."

But Wu Ziyan stood up from the chair and sat on his lap in a princess carry.

Hanging around his neck, the friction between their skin made him unable to control his desire.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, and her hands were moving uncontrollably behind Wu Ziyan's back.

I was already wearing one side of my clothes, and suddenly I felt something cold on my skin.

It wasn't that Wu Ziyan's body had become cold, but rather that his fingertips had become extremely hot due to the increased blood flow.

"Miss, you should put your clothes on properly so you don't catch a cold."

But his voice was low and hoarse, as if he was trying hard to restrain himself.

"Stop talking and kiss me."

She grabbed his cheeks forcefully and kissed him deeply, her tongue even feeling a little numb.

Before he could react, she moved down his chin to his collarbone.

Then, her fingers roughly untied his belt, lifted his inner shirt, and her hands began to wander.

"Miss, no."

"Didn't you say it wasn't fair? This is fair now, isn't it?"

"No, I don't want fairness without recognition."

It turns out this jerk wanted a formal title; she had been too forward.

In this era, a man's chastity is undoubtedly his life; she almost killed him just now.

After saying those two sentences, her anger dissipated, and she gradually loosened her grip on his neck.

The dazed look in his eyes gradually cleared.

"Boyou, I offended you just now. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

Changsun Boyu actually enjoyed it quite a bit, but he knew very well that without a formal title, he couldn't take that step.

Otherwise, his mother would beat him to death, and he didn't want to be that kind of man.

"I'm the one who enjoys life while pretending to be virtuous. Someone like me isn't worth your affection."

“I like it, but you should know that being in the royal family means you have no choice in what you do. But I will do my best. I think you must be tired too, so go and rest.”

"Ah."

To maintain his goodwill, she left a kiss on his forehead before leaving.

Her eyes were smiling, but... she's such a jerk.

It was still early after seeing Changsun Boyu off, so she took off her clothes.

Because he knew that more people would definitely come next, and if nothing unexpected happened, it should be Chu Qiu, right?

But after waiting for a while, no one came. She was too lazy to go out, so she lay down on the bed without even taking off her shoes.

I pulled the blanket over my stomach, squinted my eyes, and felt most relaxed at that moment.

There was a knocking sound on the door, and I don't know how much time passed before I opened my eyes again.

It was already dark outside. She was asleep in bed when she vaguely called out "come in," but she didn't know who came in.

It was Fang Yuerong. Seeing her sleeping posture, which was completely unseemly, it was quite in line with her personality.

"Dongjia? Dongjia."

He walked to the bedside and called softly. When there was no response, he sat down on the bed and tried to shake her awake.

She was a little impatient, frowned and pushed his hand away, but Fang Yuerong shook it twice more.

He reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling hard. Fang Yuerong was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Without any support, his body tilted and he fell down next to her.

She rolled over and pinned him down with her legs, and most importantly, she hadn't even taken off her shoes: "Don't make a sound, just take a nap for one more minute."

"Master, I wanted to wake you up for dinner."

"I won't eat unless I'm hungry. Tell them to save it for me as a late-night snack."

"Then I'll get up."

As she spoke, she tried to break free from Wu Ziyan's legs, but she didn't dare to use force, afraid of hurting her.

He slowly pushed her away, and just as she was about to get up, Wu Ziyan rolled over.

Fang Yuerong's hand, which was supporting her on the blanket, slipped, and she almost fell headfirst onto her.

Fortunately, she managed to brace herself with her hands, and only when her hair, which was hanging down her back, brushed against Wu Ziyan's face did she finally open her eyes.

Still half-asleep, with double vision, she raised her hands and touched Fang Yuerong's face.

"Can't I sleep for just one more minute?"

Her nose was buzzing, and she spoke in a soft, coquettish voice.

Fang Yuerong strained to sit up, then tapped her nose with her finger.

"Get up, master."

Wu Ziyan impatiently sat up cross-legged on the bed, one foot dangling outside.

Her clothes were hanging loosely, revealing Fang Yuerong's entire white and pink undergarment.

He couldn't help but be moved by this naturally innocent and adorable scene.

In the end, I pulled her clothes up to her shoulder and turned her face to the side.

"It's not like you're naked, why are you shy?"

"I naturally wouldn't dare to look without the employer's permission."

"See? It doesn't matter. I'm wearing clothes. Ouch, my hands are a little numb from sleeping."

"Then I'll give the master a massage."

Wu Ziyan leaned her head close to his chest and said, "Mmm, keep rubbing me, I'll take a nap for one more minute, really one minute!"

Although he didn't know how long a minute was, and Wu Ziyan always used a different way of keeping time than they did.

He had no choice but to pull her into his arms while massaging her arms, even though there weren't many layers of clothing between them.

I squeezed her arm; it was so soft and delicate.

Most importantly, there was also a strange fragrance that kept wafting into his nose.

Had I never interacted with her like this before? That's why I didn't notice.

As I massaged him, I slowed down because I heard his breathing become calm again, as if he had fallen asleep again.