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Chapter 50 (Revised)

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    Yu Nuan felt that she was already very embarrassing now anyway, and it would be even more embarrassing if she didn't care about the broken jars.

    In fact, she was indeed drunk, but because the purity of the fruit wine was too low, she did not completely lose her mind.

    And her own body, in fact, is no different from Miss Yu, both born with weak constitution and easy to get drunk.

    The difference is only the difference in the acquired treatment, so Miss Yu's body was completely ruined, but she herself was not so extreme.

    However, these days, perhaps because of being forced to take medicinal food, she feels much better.

    So she was still able to harass her husband energetically.

    Yu Nuan blushed with drunkenness on his face, tilted his head, and looked at him with a little confusion.

    I don't understand why, this person ignores me.

    What a disgusting man.

    She wrinkled her nose at him, and when she pursed her lips, she made a pair of long-lost small dimples.

    He looked at her soft white cheeks, his eyes darkened, but he still had no expression, just looked at her, without moving.

    Not at all, for the sake of the little wife in front of him, he meant to be gentle.

    They looked at each other, but the atmosphere became vaguely ambiguous.

    Or maybe it was just her illusion, because he was still so cold.

    Yu Nuan felt a pain in her neck.

    Why is she so short? The cervical spondylosis is about to be cured.

    He silently watched her drunken state.

    Under the moonlight, the eyes of the young woman were a lighter amber color.

    And her hair color is naturally a little brown, which can't be seen in daily life, but it is only a little bit under the moonlight, which makes her complexion white and clear.

    It doesn't look like a woman in the secular world.

    Seriously speaking, she just doesn't look like a Central Plains woman.

    Due to geographical reasons, her grandfather's Southwest King's family actually mixed with some foreign blood a hundred years ago.

    Therefore, all men are tall and powerful, brave and good at fighting, and all women have fair complexion and light-colored eyes.

    It's just that after a few generations, all the characteristics are all diluted by the strong blood of the Central Plains people.

    Even the Princess Nanhua looks like a standard Central Plains woman.

    When it came to Yu Nuan, there were slight traces due to her natural sickness and paleness, and her slightly pale pupils.

    Yu Nuan didn't know whether it was a coincidence or something, she didn't know her own background in the original world.

    But in this world, it all makes sense.

    When she lowered her eyelashes, the moonlight shone on the straight bridge of the nose and the playful dimples, she was full of subtlety, and she still looked like a lady in Chang'an.

    Yu Nuan plucked up her courage, looked at the man with her eyes wide open, her waist thrust forward, her tongue out, and she said stupefiedly: "Don't, don't think that I don't know about the screwdriver behind your back. II still  You have father, mother, and elder brother! You are a bastard, so you can ask for more blessings!"

    "You and Qin Wanqing, I, I hate you so much!"

    When she was drunk, she lost the condensed pride of being Miss Yu, and even her questioning voice was soft and gentle.

    It's just because of Yu Nuan's natural personality, he can't raise much momentum.

    As she spoke, her eyes turned red.

    Chest heaving and falling, I don't know if it's because of the pot of fruit wine, or something.

    She remembered the fragments about Emperor Qianning and the Qin family in the original book.

    ? Without love, at least they have been together for decades, and the moods of each other are the most compatible.

    The same perverted paranoia can understand each other.

    She lowered her eyes.

    The man still didn't open his mouth, but his eyebrows lost their original coldness and became slightly gentler.

    Yu Nuan didn't even know why he didn't talk to her.

    It is also very tiring for her to talk so much by herself.

    She indulged herself in grievances through her drunkenness, pouted and said in displeasure: "Why don't you speak? You must be guilty, right? You"

    She organized the sentences in her mind, and felt that the bastard was still a bit common, not enough to make him feel any emotion.

    However, she really couldn't find any other curse words.

    So after struggling for a while, she finally spit out a few words: "an annoying person!"

    He seemed to be a little overwhelmed, the corners of his lips curled slightly, but his face was still cold, and he didn't speak.

    Yu Nuan doesn't even know why.Gently pressing her, Weiliang's fingers moved down again, and pressed and pressed on the next place.

    This time the feeling was even stronger, sore, numb, and painful.

    She half-stretched her arms, Xingxing's eyes were still full of alcohol, but she refused to admit defeat, and her voice was already crying: "Please, don't"

    He smiled, and with a doting voice, he said paranoidly again: "Say, don't run around again."

    She stiffened her neck and stopped talking.

    Yu Nuan thumped twice, his collarbone was wet with sweat, and his neck was covered in cold sweat, but it was in his palm, and he couldn't break free at all.

    With a muffled voice, she finally said very softly: "II will never run around again."

    He finally let go, allowing her to face up.

    He slowly raised the corners of his lips, and continued to remind: "Husband."

    She looked at him with wide eyes, pursed her mouth and did not speak, sweat dripped on her cheeks, like teardrops, pitiful.

    However, he raised her chin and said in a cold voice, "Husband."

    Yu Nuan wanted to kick him, but he kicked him, but his ankle was caught.

    Feeling his slightly sharpened hand rubbing gently on the delicate ankle, her itchy eyes were foggy, but she still shut up and refused to scream.

    As if being forced to scream at this moment, it would be different.

    She didn't want to compromise easily.

    He forced her jaw to lift up, stared deeply at her red eyes, and stroked her soft chin with the edge of his finger: "Huh?"

    Yu Nuan was in a stalemate with him for a while.

    She soon discovered that a perverted paranoid like His Majesty would very likely be in a stalemate with her until tomorrow morning.

    His arm seemed to be made of iron, restraining her without feeling tired at all, while the other hand pinched the back of her delicate neck.

    He may know that she is really too short, and it may be extremely uncomfortable to keep her head up like this without any support.

    He is really a heart-warming person among perverts.

    Feeling moved.

    But she is really tired.

    So he was a little unwilling, but he could only droop his slender eyelashes, and said in a soft and soft voice, "husband."

    After finishing speaking, her face suddenly turned red, and even her snow-white neck was covered with pale pink.

    Trembling, ashamed.

    The next moment, the man's thin lips were printed on hers.

    It was a cold, ascetic kiss.

    There is no embellishment of desire, but it is different from the previous paranoid and tough.

    She was in a daze in her head, but she was still persistent, thinking about going through the plot.

    So Yu Nuan tried her best to climb along the pole, rubbing against his arms, soaked in the cool and elegant cedar smell of his collar, and narrowed her almond eyes comfortably.

    She stretched out her hand, trying to pull his skirt.

    But it doesn't matter, the man's long and slender hands slowly covered hers, his fingertips were slightly cool and abstinent.

    Slowly, but firmly, he could not refuse, tore off her hand, pinched it in the palm of his hand, and locked her tightly.

    Yu Nuan was dumbfounded and didn't speak.

    He hung the broken hair behind her ears for her, smiled softly, and whispered softly in her ear: "It's not the time yet."

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