"Does the storybook look good?" He seemed to have completely changed in one breath. Just a moment ago, he still had a pure and innocent appearance. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to be possessed by a monster. Even the small mole on his nose bone showed the ultimate expression.

Charming.

Wen Ning subconsciously stepped back, but he used both hands to hold her directly to the table.

With a slight movement, he squeezed her legs apart and got closer to her.

"Does it look good?" Pei You leaned over slightly and asked again.

This posture...

Wen Ning felt like she didn't know where to look, and nodded randomly, trying to avoid Pei You's surrounding aura, but he was closer to her and his voice became softer: "Have you used incense today?"

"Yes... it was dad who picked roses today." Wen Ning's voice couldn't help but soften, soft and thin, "I... I used their petals to take a bath."

"Shall I smell it?" Pei You leaned closer.

Wen Ning's heartbeat was beating like a drum, her cheeks were as red as smoke, and she wanted to hide, but Pei You's breath had already touched her neck, causing her to itch so much that her fingers curled up, and she only held onto the edge of the table tightly.

"If you go any further, your husband's official documents will be pushed down."

Pei You held the back of her neck with his palm and pushed her forward, so that she pressed against his forehead.

At such a close distance, they were almost forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and it was hard to tell who was breathing.

It was still spring, but Wen Ning felt like it was summer. Her breath was hot, her cheeks were hot, and her whole body was hot. Her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and she didn't dare to look up at all. She only lowered them slightly, just in time to see Pei You's pair of

Red lips.

Then she wondered why her lips were swollen every time, but his lips were fine.

She looked at the pair of lips and suddenly felt a little thirsty.

"Want to kiss me?" Pei You raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice like a layer of maltose, sticky and greasy.

The heat on her cheeks burned into her brain, and Wen Ning could hardly think. When those lips touched her, she closed her eyes subconsciously.

Lips and teeth meet, sucking carefully, kissing gently.

Only then did Wen Ning realize that Pei You, such a cold and hard person, actually had such soft lips and teeth. When he became gentle, he wanted to turn her into a boneless willow branch and cling to him completely.

Wen Ning almost forgot what night it was.

It wasn't until Pei You's breath became a little unstable that he let her go temporarily. When she opened her eyes and saw the thick ink in his black eyes, she suddenly woke up, pushed him away and ran back to the bed.

It's over.

what to do.

She couldn't stand it anymore.

Until Pei You fell asleep, Wen Ning pretended to close her eyes, but her heart was still "thumping" and "thumping" without stopping at all.

And that night, Wen Tingchun didn't sleep so well either.

With the recent quarrel between the two parties in North Korea and China, officials are all in danger, and his heart is indeed not as stable as it seems on the surface.

At a quarter of an hour, Butler Qin appeared in his room on time, and he understood: "Here you are again?"

Butler Qin remained silent and just nodded.

Wen Tingchun sighed, wondering what those two were causing trouble! After the last time he and Pei You almost had a fight in the palace, Wen Qi came to him and said that the prince had a gap in his chest and everything might not be as it seemed.

He is not in a hurry.

After a while, he noticed something strange in the backyard. His good son-in-law was visiting the boudoir day and night.

"Don't tell anyone." Wen Tingchun told Butler Qin.

Butler Qin bowed: "Master, please don't worry."

After Butler Qin left, Wen Tingchun washed up, changed clothes, and read at the desk as usual. He couldn't help but think of Wen Ning's questions during dinner.

"Dad, tell me, will our Wen family be in danger of being killed one day?"

No way.

He sighed.

Although the battle to seize the rightful son was often brutal, it did not involve Honglu Temple.

If anything happens...

No, there is no chance.

Wen Tingchun closed the book and closed his eyes heavily.

If the Queen wanted to kill him and silence him, she should have taken action twenty-three years ago.

It’s really a dark room when I write about kissing... The water was so clear yesterday...
Chapter completed!