eurekapd Chapter 163: Saving the Crazy Mistress in Sheep's Clothing
Chapter 163: Saving the Crazy Mistress in Sheep's Clothing
Since today was also the day of his wedding, Ling Han accepted the wine toasted by many court officials in the hall. Although his steps looked steady on the surface, Wen Yang, who was supporting him, knew that his steps were actually a little unsteady.
Wen Yang then looked up at Ling Han and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
Ling Han stopped, glanced sideways at Wen Yang, and said "hmm" softly.
Although he was a little drunk at the moment, his eyes were still very gentle when he looked at Wen Yang. Then he sighed softly and said, "Today is truly the happiest day of my life."
A warm feeling surged in Wen Yang's heart. Today was also a day of great significance to her. However, there were palace servants beside her at the moment, so Wen Yang did not say anything. Instead, she used the hand hidden behind her wide sleeves to quietly hold one of Ling Han's hands.
Then she looked at Ling Han with a sly smile on her face.
The moment she raised her eyes, she found that Ling Han was also looking at her with the corners of his lips curled.
Wen Yang also felt the hand she was holding gently holding hers back, and the sly smile on her face became even sweeter...
After returning to the bedroom, Wen Yang raised his hand and ordered the palace servants to leave.
The bedroom was brightly lit and red candles flickered, creating a festive and warm atmosphere.
Wen Yang helped Ling Han sit on the edge of the bed, removed his heavy dragon robe and imperial crown, and then bent down to take off his shoes.
Ling Han leaned against the headboard, gazing at Wen Yang with a dazed look in his eyes. A satisfied smile played on his lips. "Ayang, I saw you wearing this wedding dress before at the Princess's Mansion. Back then, I thought, if you could marry me wearing this dress, I would have no regrets in my life."
Wen Yang chuckled softly, walked to the table and poured Ling Han a cup of tea. He then walked over to Ling Han and said softly, "You've drunk a lot today. Drink some tea to sober up first."
Ling Han took the teacup, but did not drink it immediately. Instead, he put the cup aside and gently took Wen Yang's hand, placing it on his chest.
Perhaps because he had touched the bed, Ling Han felt drowsy at the moment, his eyelids slightly closed. Although there was already sleepiness in his voice, he still used a soft voice that was inconsistent with his usual image to express his feelings word by word: "Ayang, marrying you is the greatest blessing in my life.
Wen Yang sat on the edge of the bed, one hand tugged at Ling Han's chest, unable to be pulled free. So she could only raise her other free hand, gently caressing Ling Han's cheek, and whispered back, "Me too. Being with you is my greatest blessing."
After saying that, she slowly approached Ling Han's cheek and gently kissed him on the lips.
Ling Han, who had been a little drowsy just now, was suddenly awakened by Wen Yang's gentle kiss. His eyes, which were half closed just now, suddenly widened, and the haziness in his eyes disappeared, instead a hint of clarity emerged.
The drowsiness caused by being drunk was suddenly replaced by a strong desire.
The moment Wen Yang pulled his head back, Ling Han suddenly pulled Wen Yang's hand in his arms and pulled Wen Yang back to his side.
Before Wen Yang could figure out why the person on the bed suddenly woke up, she felt Ling Han's face suddenly enlarged in front of her. Before she could figure out what was going on, her position with Ling Han had instantly switched.
At this moment, she was just like the last time in Yuhua Palace, being firmly held under Ling Han.
But last time it was pitch black, and she could only see Ling Han's vague outline in the darkness.
But this time it was different. The entire bedroom was brightly lit with pairs of big red candles, so there was no way to hide the shy expression on her face.
She could only raise her hands to cover her face, and secretly look at Ling Han through her fingers.
Ling Han saw Wen Yang actually covering his face with his hand. He smiled and moved his hand away. As he did so, he asked, "Ayang, why are you covering your face from me? I want to keep looking at you..."
Hearing Ling Han's still soft voice, Wen Yang knew that Ling Han was not sober at the moment and was still drunk.
She took her hands off her face and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I won't block it, I won't block it, but can you let me get up first? I haven't changed my clothes yet."
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Ling Han did not stand up. Instead, he chuckled and said, "Ayang, you don't need to change your clothes yourself. I will help you change."
As Ling Han spoke, he reached out and untied the belt around Wen Yang's waist. His nimble fingers lightly hooked the complicated knot of the belt, and the originally tight wedding dress was freed from its restraint and slid gently to the sides, revealing the thin white lingerie underneath.
Wen Yang subconsciously raised her hand to block it, but Ling Han was drunk at the moment and his strength was so great that she couldn't block it at all, and the blush on her face became even deeper.
Ling Han lowered his eyes to look at the blush spreading across Wen Yang's face, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
Then he stretched out his hand, slowly touched the lapel of Wen Yang's inner garment, and easily unbuttoned it.
As his skin was exposed to the air, Wen Yang felt a hint of coolness and his body trembled slightly unconsciously.
When Ling Han saw the light red bellyband under Wen Yang's inner clothes, a dark color immediately welled up in his eyes, and there was an undisguised burning desire in his deep eyes.
The fabric of the red bellyband looked extremely delicate, soft and fitting the curves of Wen Yang's body, highlighting her graceful figure.
Ling Han couldn't help but raise his hand and touch him. Feeling the warmth and softness of Wen Yang's body, the tense string in Ling Han's mind finally broke.
He couldn't help himself and leaned over to kiss her. In an instant, the overwhelming smell of desire swept over the senses of both of them. The usual tenderness seemed to be out of control, and the kiss was no longer gentle. Ling Han held Wen Yang's lips and pinched Wen Yang's chin firmly with one hand, not allowing her to turn to the side or clench her teeth.
This kiss seemed aggressive, and at the same time, it was also wrapped in a bit of intoxicating alcohol. It invaded the territory between Wen Yang's lips and teeth inch by inch, as if he wanted to swallow Wen Yang whole...
He sucked and bit it inch by inch, as if to vent, but also as if to possess.
Until Wen Yang felt that he was slightly short of oxygen and his head was dizzy.
Suddenly, a pair of cold hands reached under her bellyband and covered the softest part of her body.
The thin and slender hand was not only cold, but also had calluses on it from Ling Han's childhood martial arts training.
Such a pair of cold hands covering the most delicate part of Wen Yang's skin made her shiver unconsciously.
However, the next second, the breath of the person pressing on her became even hotter...