This Prince Wants You
Jing Rong was unable to shift his gaze away. He wanted to look at this woman for the rest of his life.
It was as if his heart was filled with sweetness just by looking at her.
Ji Yunshu felt a little embarrassed by his gentle gaze and lowered her head.
"This Prince is a little tired. I'll rest in your room."
'Eh?'
He didn't wait for her consent and laid down on the bed.
He seemed to be really tired. As soon as he laid down on the bed, he didn't move. He probably fell asleep.
Ji Yunshu wasn't surprised by this kind of roguish behavior. She let him lie down while she lit a new lamp and placed it on the desk.
The portrait that Jing Rong had drawn of her was still on the desk. She didn't throw it away, nor was she willing to throw it away. She tidied it up and put it in her suitcase, intending to keep it.
She spread a new piece of paper on the desk and opened the sandalwood box that contained her paints and brushes. She mixed a few clean paints, picked a brush, and began to draw on the paper.
Every stroke of her brush was very meticulous.
Under the candlelight, she wore a light gray gown. Her hair was tied up in a high bun, and the ribbon on her crown slowly hung down, playfully resting on her shoulder. The outline of her delicate face was smooth and clear under the candlelight. Her eyelids drooped as she concentrated on the painting.
Her white fingers moved the brush like flowing water, circling around the painting.
Such a person, just standing there, was a kind of beauty.
After an unknown amount of time, the man on the bed woke up and saw this scene. His heart palpitated, and he got off the bed and walked over.
Coincidentally, Ji Yunshu also put away her brush.
When she saw her, she wanted to flip the painting over, but her movements were a step slower than Jing Rong's.
Jing Rong stood behind her. His hands moved from her waist to the front, pressing down on the painting. At the same time, he imprisoned her between his arms.
The person in the painting wasn't someone else, but Jing Rong.
His facial features were clear, and his eyes were gentle. He exuded the temperament of an aristocrat, as well as the imposing manner of a tyrannical prince. He also gazed at Ji Yunshu with deep affection. Such a man was undoubtedly perfect.
He was exactly the Jing Rong in her heart!
Looking at his portrait that was vividly drawn on the paper, he smirked and inched closer to the ear of the woman in his arms. "This Prince likes this painting very much."
A warm breath lingered by her ear. She shrank her neck, as if someone had discovered a little secret.
"I'm just drawing casually."
He laughed.
Suddenly —
Grabbing her slender waist, he exerted some force and flipped her over. She fell right into his embrace, and her back was pressed against the edge of the table.
The two of them were very close!
She instinctively pressed her hands against his chest the moment she turned around.
Jing Rong smirked mischievously. "If you want this Prince, then this Prince will give it to you. Why do you need to yearn for it on paper? From now on, this Prince will always be by your side, watching over you at all times. "
She looked at him with her watery eyes and pouted. "I … When did I say that I wanted you?"
"Then, this king wants you."
Ugh!
She was startled, but before she could react, Jing Rong's lips were already moving towards hers.
Lips and teeth collided!
It only took a few seconds.
Ji Yunshu's initial struggle gradually turned into submission.
After an unknown amount of time, Jing Rong also released her, who was about to suffocate.
Her lips were red from being 'bitten'. She panted slightly as she looked at the overbearing man in front of her. She saw him suddenly reach for her head. She lowered her head.
Jing Rong's hand touched the high bun on her head and undid the crown clasp.
Three thousand strands of hair slowly broke free and fell, draping over her back, shoulders, and face …
Without the scholarly air of a man, she now had the charm of a woman, light and elegant.
Jing Rong coiled the hair at the corner of her eyes to the back of her ears, then gently held her palm-sized face.
Their eyes met. It was as if there was a fire burning in their hearts, slowly merging together.
Then …
Jing Rong carried her up and gently placed her on the bed.
"Yunshu, you can only be this Prince's woman for the rest of your life."
Ji Yunshu's eyes moved slightly, but she didn't resist.
The gauze curtains were lowered bit by bit.
The candlelight in the room was blown out by the wind, and the two blurry figures overlapped each other.
…
On the other side, Mo Ruo brought the medicine to Tang Si and the ginger tea. He stood at the door and knocked, but there was no response.
He wondered if the lass had fallen asleep.
Just as he was about to leave, he discovered that the door was not closed, so he pushed it open and entered.
Who knew …
Tang Si was bathing in the inner room. When she saw a figure enter, she was immediately frightened.
"Ah!"
She sat in the wooden tub and screamed.
At the same time, the ginger tea in Mo Ruo's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
It was smashed to pieces.
"You pervert, you slept with me last time, and now you're watching me bathe. I'm going to kill you …" She sat in the wooden tub and cursed.
Mo Ruo widened his eyes in shock.
It was not that he wanted to take advantage of her, but purely because he was shocked.
"You're still looking?"
Pfft!
He came back to his senses and quickly turned around. Someone outside the door heard the shout and ran over. Mo Ruo quickly closed the door.
A voice came from outside, "Miss Tang, are you alright?"
If someone were to find out that Mo Ruo had seen her naked just now, she would definitely die. Tang Si hurriedly calmed her tone and raised her voice to say, "It's nothing, I just … just saw a rat. You guys can go."
“
I thought something had happened to you, Miss Tang. "
"It's fine, it's fine. You guys can leave quickly."
The group of people outside dispersed.
Mo Ruo heaved a sigh of relief. He did not dare to look in the direction of the inner room. He explained, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I really didn't know you were bathing."
"Then why don't you knock?"
"I've been knocking for a long time. You didn't answer, and the door was open, so I came in."
Tang Si glared at him fiercely. "Then why did you come here so late at night?"
"To bring you some ginger tea. Didn't you get soaked in the rain?"
She looked at the floor and saw that it was really a bowl of ginger tea. Her anger subsided a little.
Mo Ruo saw that the people outside had left and was worried that Tang Si would whip him, so he hurriedly said, "Um, I'll leave first. "Well, I'll be leaving first. What happened just now was an accident, an accident …"
"Sigh, you …"
Before Tang Si could stop him, he had already slipped away.
He closed the door.
Tang Si soaked in the wooden tub. She looked at the figure that had slipped away, then at the bowl of ginger tea on the floor. Her heart actually bloomed with joy.
From the first breast protector, to sleeping with him for a night, and now …
Tang Si bit her lip as she thought about it.
"You brat, you lucked out."
Heh heh.
After Mo Ruo ran out, he looked as if he had just escaped from an abyss of fire. He was panting and sweating profusely.
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