The scent of sandalwood hit her nose, and Jiang Ling's hands trembled with nervousness, fearing that Bu Zhan would coldly push him away.

She hugged him very tightly. In the eyes of outsiders, she was like a cute little lady who was reluctant to say goodbye to her husband.

Bu Zhan paused slightly and lowered his head.

The snowflakes fell into the girl's neck and instantly melted into crystal clear water.

When Bu Zhan was carried back to Zhengrong Pavilion, she didn't know if it was due to the cold wind, but her body was trembling. Faintly, Jiang Ling seemed to hear someone asking from behind: "Master, are you planning to set off?"

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The only answer to the other party was the howling wind and snow that filled the courtyard.

The wind was blowing hard in the evening, and this snowstorm came in a hurry. The shadows of the trees were rustled by the cold wind, and reflected on Jiang Ling's meticulous makeup through the window slats and screens.

This was the first time she lay down on the couch in Zhengrong Pavilion.

Zhengrong Pavilion was warmer than Tingyun Pavilion, with warm mist floating around. Bu Zhan took off his outer cloak and pressed it down involuntarily.

The two haven't seen each other for a long time.

Jiang Ling closed her eyes, the snowdrops on her eyelashes melted completely, and the undetectable water droplets slid down the corners of her eyes and silently melted into her ears.

Bu Zhan touched her cheek and kissed her red lips.

The other party almost pressed her down on the couch, not giving her any chance to regret or resist. In fact, Jiang Ling would not resist pointlessly like before. She just never thought that all this would go like this.

easy.

Did Bu Zhan notice her little thoughts?

Did he realize that she was deliberately tempting and catering to him?

Jiang Ling wanted to open her eyes, but there was no light in the bedroom, and the surroundings were too dark. The loose curtains hung down, blocking the already dim nightlight. She couldn't see the man's expression at all, she could only feel it.

When his cold fingers unbuttoned her shirt with familiarity, Jiang Ling felt his fingers pause for a moment when she saw the alluring bellyband. Maybe it was an illusion.

The man's eyes moved from the lower part of her neck to her eyes, and he looked at her.

Feeling guilty as a thief, Jiang Ling was afraid that he would notice something strange, so she quickly held his finger and called out delicately: "Husband."

She sat up, her black hair hanging down like a waterfall, gently hooked the man's finger, and whispered softly: "I know I was wrong, I miss you."

The man raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Ling took a deep breath, brushed the hair off her chest, took the other person's hand, and gently covered her body with it.

There is a callus on his palm.

Through the thin layer of gauze, the touch is particularly clear.

Even though she was prepared, her body still trembled uncontrollably.

Bu Zhan lowered his head and saw that she was obviously very embarrassed, but she still tried her best to seduce him with a red face. She had been admonished since she was a child, so she naturally knew that Meng Lang was uncomfortable with this move, but she still bit her white lips tightly.

Give him a bright smile.

Her eyes were restless, and there was a layer of cold sweat on the back of her hands.

Bu Zhan's eyes were calm, his hands slowly slid to her shoulders, and he unbuckled the belt with ease.

Thin pink alms are given and then fall.

Her chin was pinched and she was forced closer.

Fortunately, there was no light in the master bedroom, so Jiang Ling couldn't see what he looked like now, nor could he see the subtle light flashing through Bu Zhan's originally deep eyes.

This confusing trick started with her, but it was completely led by that person.

She hummed softly, pretending, and called him: "Husband."

Perhaps it had been a long time since I had seen him, and the sound of the wind outside the window was louder than before. There was a lot of rain and snow in Shengjing, and I didn't know when the heavy rain was going to fall. Jiang Ling only felt that the rain was falling on the eaves of the corridor, forming a continuous line with no end.

She tried her best, but she couldn't break through the coolness and self-possession in him.

After an unknown amount of time, the man finally stood up. The moment the lamp turned on, Jiang Ling subconsciously tightened her grip on the quilt, and then she heard a rustling sound of getting dressed.

An idea flashed through her mind, and almost instantly, she anxiously called out: "Husband——"

Bu Zhan turned sideways and glanced at the mess on the couch with his peripheral vision.

The girl half stood up from the bed, and the quilt on her chest was slightly loose, revealing a large area of ​​alluring spring color. Her eyes were watery, and there was a hint of panic in her eyes. The lipstick on her lips had already been cleaned, and she opened her mouth and breathed lightly.

"You want me to stay?"

He walked against the light and walked over.

Jiang Ling nodded hurriedly.

She no longer knew what she was doing, and no matter how shameful her appeal was, there was only one thought left in her mind - he can't leave!

He can't leave the prime minister's house!

A faint emotion arose in Bu Zhan's eyes.

In just a moment, this emotion turned into interest. He stretched out his hand, pinched the woman's neck, and raised her head.

He asked slowly and calmly: "How do you want to keep me, madam?"

The lights in the room were very bright, and there was a mirror in front of Jiang Ling, reflecting her current wild and wild appearance.

Her eyes were slightly red, her neck was full of red marks, and her hair was disheveled, falling weakly into her neck.

Bu Zhan lowered his eyelashes and stared at her condescendingly.

Seeing her hesitation, the man seemed to have lost his patience, and tightened his grip impatiently, almost suffocating her for a moment.

She bit her lip and said with difficulty:

"Husband, I want to...serve you..."

The cold mirror reflected her flushed face.

The girl rubbed his chin with her chin, and then stood up from the bed. In just a moment, she hugged the man's neck. There was a clean mirror in her peripheral vision, and her whole body was also clean. A faint fragrance swept over her,

It seemed as if the first bouquet of orchids in spring was blooming from between her lips and teeth.

She is blooming with beauty and pity everywhere.

Jiang Ling kissed him, hugged his neck, and asked, "Husband, are you okay?"

Bu Zhan's eyes were dim, and he felt something was burning between his mouthpiece.

The gauze curtain fell, and the room was really bright this time. With her eyes closed, she seemed to be able to feel the other person looking at her - looking at her eyes, her lips, her neck, her...

Her clumsy tricks were all seen by him.

But Bu Zhan did not expose her directly, but instead followed her wishes. Only this time, he became very vicious. He was like a giant beast out of its cage, full of wildness, which made Jiang Ling unable to do anything at all.

Resist.

This time, it was almost midnight.

Bu Zhan withdrew, with a faint sneer in his eyes, and glanced at her who was exhausted.

She seemed to be broken, like a porcelain bottle about to break, or like a rag doll being pulled around.

Just when he was about to get up——

Suddenly someone hooked his finger.

The man turned his head and saw that although Jiang Ling had lost all his strength, she was still hooking his fingers tightly.

There were tears in her eyes, and stubbornness shone in her eyes.

This is not only stubbornness, but also a kind of tenacity to survive in desperate situations. She knows very well what she is doing, and she knows even more clearly that the other party has understood all her thoughts. If she continues to entangle like this, if she offends Bu Zhan, she will die.

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He couldn't help but said coldly:

"Jiang Ling, do the Jiang family really deserve what you do?"

"yes."

"But they abandoned you and sent you into the den of tigers and wolves without blinking an eye."

"Yes," she did not deny it, her voice was weak, "but they are my relatives, the ones who gave birth to me and raised me. I can't watch them die."

A picture suddenly flashed through Bu Zhan's mind.

It was also a snowy night, and someone was kneeling in the bloody water, pointing at his nose and cursing:

"Bu Xingzhi! You are just a beast. The people you killed tonight are all your relatives, your biological mother, your brothers and sisters! And me, I am your biological father! You actually want to kill me

Executed to death - Bu Xingzhi, do you have any humanity? Are you... still not a human being?"

And he was standing in front of his biological father, his eyes colder and more silent than the long night behind him.

The shadow of the snow is crystal white, reflecting the moonlight clearly.

After listening to Jiang Ling's words, he found it funny.

"If they abandon you, do they count as relatives?"
To be continued...