The eldest princess is a captive and the abstinent official is seductive

He originally wanted to say cute, so cute that she would care about age like other women, but the word "cute" always felt that it would damage the dignity of His Highness, so Wen Jin thought it would be more appropriate to use "gentle".

"Gentle?" Yan Qing looked indifferent, "I don't like this word, I have to change it later."

Wen Jin: "..."

"I like domineering, not gentle."

Wen Jin pursed his lips: "Your Highness, it's fine, I..."

"What do you mean?"

"I like it." Wen Jin lowered his eyes and finally expressed his feelings completely, "No matter if it's domineering or gentle, I like it."

Yan Qing looked at him carelessly, and made the confession sound like a show of loyalty. Wen Jin was probably the only one.

"Go to bed." Yan Qing lay down on the bed, "Sleep well tonight. If I find you sneaking around again, I will move back tomorrow."

Sneaking around?

Wen Jin frowned. He was not sneaky. He just... just couldn't help wanting to touch her and get close to her, but he didn't dare to be too blatant, so...

It should be more appropriate to say that he was cautious.

Wen Jin looked at Yan Qing's hand on the edge of the bed, thinking of her tacit consent just now, and gently pursed the corners of his lips. Finally, he boldly and actively held her hand, and slowly lowered his head to kiss her.

Originally, he thought that he would fall asleep peacefully after a little satisfaction, but when his lips touched the back of His Highness's hand, Wen Jin's lungs began to palpitate without warning, and then it was out of control. The heat fermented and quickly swept through his limbs and bones, and rushed straight to his eyes.

Wen Jin's eyes were locked on the back of her hand, and he couldn't help thinking that this scene at this moment was an action that he had thought about for ten years in his previous life but didn't dare to do.

Wen Jin's voice was slightly tense: "Your Highness."

Yan Qing frowned and opened her eyes to look at him.

"Your Highness..." Wen Jin's voice seemed to be choked, and his emotions were slightly out of control, "Can your Highness hug me?"

Yan Qing looked at him without saying a word.

Wen Jin's eyes were drooping, and a surging emotion was surging in his lungs, making him eager to get closer to her, closer, and really feel the temperature of her body...

The air was slightly quiet.

Yan Qing slowly sat up and opened his arms to him, "I really spoil you."

Wen Jin was stunned, stood up, and suddenly wrapped her in his arms, his movements were a little out of control, with obvious eagerness, his arms unconsciously tightened, wanting to be tighter, wishing to completely rub this slender body into his arms, and from then on, they would be inseparable and never separate for the rest of their lives.

Yan Qing was almost choked by him, and couldn't help but sigh silently again. Okay, she cared too little about him before, so that even a hug made him lose control.

She had to care more about him in the future.

Feeling the uncontrollable trembling of his arms, Yan Qing originally wanted to ask him if he had hugged enough, but finally gave up temporarily and asked him to hug enough.

Wen Jin really didn't hug enough, and never hug enough.

If possible, he hoped that time would stop and let him feel the joy and happiness that was overwhelming at this time.

Like a dream, Wen Jin gently closed his eyes and suppressed the emotional fluctuations that were out of control in his heart.

Although his arm was not completely loose, he soon realized that his strength was too great and His Highness would feel uncomfortable, so he loosened his strength involuntarily, but was still reluctant to let go completely: "Your Highness."

Yan Qing's voice was a little dull: "Hmm?"

"Is your servant... too much?"

Yan Qing hummed: "It's true."

Wen Jin pursed his lips, as if he finally had the opportunity to complain: "For so many years, I have never even held Your Highness's hand."