Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Chapter 725 Coveting Father’s Concubine 36

The boy didn't dare to take a breath, he just pretended that he didn't see anything.

Ji Yan's skirt pleats pressed against Xie Yuan's crimson sleeves. The aroma of wine on the young man's body was like the fragrance of flowers, sweet and mellow. That handsome face had always been obedient and gentle in front of her, but today it was a bit cold and solemn, as if The mellow wine was mixed with two slices of bitter coptis.

Ji Yan said nothing and was carried into the carriage by Xie Yuan obediently.

Xie Yuan bent down and put her down, his dark eyes were lowered, and the loose clothes were like bright pomegranate flowers.

He squatted down, took out a clean handkerchief from his arms and wiped her blood. He folded the handkerchief twice, wrapped it around her arm, and tied a knot.

Ji Yan opened her lips and her voice became a little weaker for no reason: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome. It's almost healed."

Xie Yuan ignored her, wondering why he was sulking.

The cold fragrance of his body surrounded him in the carriage, and the fragrance of wine also hit him. Ji Yan clearly did not drink alcohol today, and she felt a little drunk for no reason.

She lowered her eyes and raised her toes. She had a delicate and beautiful embroidered surface, and the toes were decorated with expensive pearls. The thick and gorgeous skirt was all piled up at her ankles. The deep color could not suppress the girl's innate beauty. , Ji Yan suddenly asked Xie Yuan: "What do you think of the prince? Will he be a qualified prince?"

She would never say these words in front of others, and she still had some scruples even in front of the chief minister, but only in front of Xie Yuan, she didn't have to worry about whether those words should not be spoken.

Xie Yuan was stunned for a moment, then answered in his usual way of thinking: "The prince has many supporters in the court."

"I know this." Ji Yan raised her head and looked at him intently with her watery Xing'er eyes, "What I want to know is, in your eyes, whether the prince can be a good heir and can govern the world well."

Xie Yuan looked into her eyes and knew that in such a heart-to-heart moment, the most important thing for each other is trust and honesty.

He replied obediently: "No..."

However, after only one syllable was uttered, the girl's soft and slender fingers touched his lips.

She didn't let him continue. Xie Yuan looked slightly startled, but he saw the corner of her mouth curved a little, and said seriously with him: "Since ancient times, it is difficult for violent people to win the hearts of the people. The prince is doing it for himself, not for the people of the world. And plot."

"Xie Yuan, I know you can't get rid of the prince's control, but if possible, you are so smart, maybe you can try to find a way out for yourself, just in case."

Ji Yan felt that maybe she was really drunk, which is why she said so many stupid words to him in one breath.

But she said it all, and Ji Yan didn't regret it. She raised her sleeves and touched the black gauze hat on Xie Yuan's head twice.

Xie Yuan looked stunned.

In the past, in Qianjia Village, he thought that what Miss Qian pretended to make was a rare emotion in the world. Few people could be sincere and eternal, and would spend their whole lives to protect another person from any grievance.

But it turns out that there is another kind of sincere emotion, one that is willing to sacrifice one's life, to expose one's soft shoulders and neck, and to take out one's heart, liver, and lungs to find a perfect solution for it.

Isn't she afraid that what she said today will turn around and tell the prince, so that she can die without a burial place?

Xie Yuan knew that she knew it, so she would rather say it herself than let him say those disloyal and disrespectful words.

She knew full well that trouble came from her mouth, but she still handed the knife hanging above her head to his hand without any timidity.

In the dim light and shadow, the girl's beautiful face was like the most eye-catching handful of bright moonlight in the world. Xie Yuan's expression calmed down as he listened to her voice.

Ji Yan just thought he had listened and was thinking.

After a while, she tilted her head slightly: "You don't have to listen to me. After all, I come from the countryside and have little knowledge. I may misunderstand you."

"Hmm..." The young man's voice was hoarse, and he was very close to her unknowingly. The corners of their clothes touched each other, and their colors were unexpectedly harmonious.

Xie Yuan's eyes were dark and heart-stopping. Every time we have a heart-to-heart conversation, it feels like we are going through a life-and-death catastrophe.

His fingers touched her temples, and there was a faint cold fragrance all over her body, as if he was testing something. His dark pupils were like a mirror that could reflect people, and the young man's lips were as bloody as if he had applied a thin layer of lipstick. He stared at her. He stared at her eyes and slowly moved closer.

Ji Yan remained motionless, and when Xie Yuan's nose was about to touch her, he covered his thick eyelashes, and his bright red lips seemed to touch her lips.

Cold, soft, with a cold aroma mixed with the mellow aroma of wine...

Xie Yuan thought he would be pushed away, and his eyelashes couldn't stop trembling. However, after he pulled away, he opened his eyes and met those bright and soft Xing'er eyes. His heart trembled for a while, as if a pair of gentle hands were gently touching him. The silent pool was stirred, and ripples spread out in circles... Xie Yuan was slightly startled.

Ji Yan raised her hand and touched his face, and asked softly: "Do you regret it..."

Xie Yuan pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were extremely dark. After a while, the corners of his lips curved up vaguely. He lowered his eyes again, pressed his lips firmly against her, and cornered her.

Ji Yan kept her eyes open and looked at him. He was wearing a red robe today, as if he was getting married. His long-suppressed emotions finally opened up. He kissed her harder every time, pressing towards her carefully, like one kiss after another. A wave of tide.

...

When the carriage arrived at Xie's residence, Xie Yuan also took her out of the carriage and took her to Shaoguang Courtyard in person.

He opened the door, put her on the couch, took ointment, and applied it to the wound.

Xie Yuan became silent again, lowered his eyelashes, and his beautiful eyebrows seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost.

The prince hurt her today. No matter what, Xie Yuan would never be able to "serve the master loyally" again in the future.

He frowned so much that Ji Yan couldn't help but stretch out her hand to smooth it out for him.

Xie Yuan then raised his eyes and saw her soft and clear eyes, and further down, those two bright red lips... Xie Yuan's eyes couldn't help but darken, and he touched it twice with his fingers: "Does it hurt?"

Ji Yan shook her head.

The hot breath between his lips lingered in his fingers. The boy's breath was stagnant for a moment, then he held her cheeks with both hands, and his hoarse voice became softer: "If you do it again, I will do better."

After saying that, without waiting for her to answer, Xie Yuan lowered his head and kissed her again.

Ji Yan grabbed the hem of his clothes with her fingers and her eyes were misty. When he kissed her until she couldn't breathe, he let go of her. He looked at her quietly with his dark eyes. He picked the right time and covered her again. The initial eagerness turned into spring breeze and drizzle.

Ji Yan was too deprived of oxygen, and the drunkenness brought by him was also on her head at this time. Her eyelids were heavy, and she lay on his shoulder and panted.

She couldn't remember much after that. She fell asleep. She vaguely remembered that her fingers were pinched in his palm before going to bed. The surrounding area was as wet as a rainy night, and the moisture spread out from her fingers...

Ji Yan seemed to have returned to Qianjia Village in Jiaozhou. The thin window paper was torn, and the young man dropped a tear on her fingertips. She was so squeamish... But later, it turned into a continuous drizzle, moist, warm and soft, speaking in a vague and bold way. Heartfelt.