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Chapter 119. Active Temptation

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    Chuyao closed his eyes and touched Rong Shaoyang's lips, and Rong Shaoyang stared at her with his eyes open, but she boldly opened his lips with the tip of her tongue, and nimbly barged in.

    Her tongue touched Rong Shaoyang's tightly closed teeth a little clumsily. After a long time, she didn't pry them open. She seemed a little displeased. She reached out and pinched Rong Shaoyang's cheeks, forcing his mouth to open.

    The tip of Chuyao's tongue hooked Rong Shaoyang's, and she opened her eyes in a daze, looking at him out of focus but very seductively.

    Rong Shaoyang pushed her body away a little, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll talk about it, go down, otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen."

    Chu Yao raised her lips and narrowed her eyes, "I know what I'm doing."

    "You know what you're doing, but you're just escaping. You want to numb yourself with pain and temporarily forget something." Rong Shaoyang raised his hand to caress her messy hair, and said in a low voice, "You just want to  It will make you hurt even more."

    Chuyao lowered her eyes, her blurred eyes became sober, she paused for a moment, she stared at Rong Shaoyang seriously, with a smile on her lips and said: "What if I don't regret it?"

    Rong Shaoyang was silent for a long time before saying: "You will definitely regret it."

    Chuyao stretched out his hand to hook Rong Shaoyang's neck, turned his body over again, and said in a low voice: "I will never regret it, I'm afraid it's you. You said that Li Guo's successor is reserved for me, is it just a lie?"

    Her breath sprayed on Rong Shaoyang's face, warm and alcohol-smelling, making one a little intoxicated.

    "Li Guo's heir is still reserved for you. If you are willing, then I can marry at any time, but this kind of thing should not happen under such circumstances." Rong Shaoyang looked at her, and stretched out his hand to take her away.  Hands around his neck.

    Before his hand touched hers, she had already stretched her hand into his lapel, her cold hand, weak and boneless, cruising on his warm skin.

    "You're lighting a fire." Rong Shaoyang's hoarse voice sounded like a warning, but Chu Yao didn't hear it, smiled foolishly, and continued to slide under his clothes.

    Rong Shaoyang closed his eyes, and when Chuyao's lips touched his again, he turned over and pressed her down.

    Thick curtains hung down layer by layer, black belt, white outer skirt, inner garment, socks, one by one, fell on the ground one by one, overlapping in piles, just like the two people inside the bed curtain.

    The clear sky suddenly snowed, and the fine and dense snow fell to the ground and sprinkled on the branches.  The white plums on the branches have already bloomed several cold pistils, blooming in the wind, and the bone-chilling winter scene cannot hide the spring in the palace.

    Liu Shu pushed open the door of the hall, but seeing the bed curtain hanging down, the messy intersecting clothes and two pairs of familiar shoes under the bed, she suddenly turned pale, settled down, and quietly exited the door.

    Ye Mao stood behind and wanted to go in, but Liu Shu held him back and said, "Miss is not feeling well and is resting, let's not disturb her."

    Ye Mao nodded, and led the snow wolf away. Liu Shu was still standing outside the door. She looked at the lacquered door with a blank gaze.

    The snow has been falling, and a thick layer has accumulated on the ground, and it is getting bigger and bigger. It seems that it will not stop for a while.

    Chuyao woke up in the middle of the night, the sky was gray and bright, she frowned, her headache was splitting, her whole body was sore and limp, and it was difficult to move.  She raised her hand to touch her forehead, opened her eyes, and saw a blue silk curtain.

    She turned her head and saw Rong Shaoyang lying beside her, breathing steadily, what happened during the day flooded her mind, she frowned again, her lips pursed into a line.

    Sober after being drunk, she won't forget that she was the one who lured him into bed. Rong Shaoyang gave her a chance to repent, but she didn't.

    Chuyao closed her eyes, she has been living too clearly, which is rare and absurd.  Do you regret it?  No, she has never been a person who likes to regret.

    After this rare absurdity, she will live a more sober life, and will count every day until she kills Xiao Jing and avenges her mother.

    Chuyao opened his eyes again, breathed lightly, Rong Shaoyang's face was very close at hand, he was extremely handsome and handsome, his dark eyes like spots of paint were covered by thin eyelids, eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes,  The nose is straight, the lips are slightly thin, the lip color is a little pink, and the lip beads are a little swollen.

    Chuyao's face turned slightly red, and she frowned in annoyance. It was so ridiculous that she bit his lips like a pork chop.  In annoyance, recalling the process between them little by little, Chuyao's face became more and more red.

    Pain makes her happy, makes her lost, makes her temporarily forget, in the process of her madness, makes herself more painful, so painful that she forgets everything.  The physical fatigue after indulgence made her more sober, she needs this sobriety, and there are other things, she also needs?clear.

    Chuyao lifted a corner of the brocade quilt, went to the ground lightly, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on her body, she quietly opened the door and went out, the sky outside was still gray, and the snow had stopped.

    She stood on the high steps of Fengxia Palace, facing the wind, and the cold wind poured into her thin sleeves. She raised her head and looked at the red light that was about to appear in the gray sky.

    She stood for a long time, the sun finally shone on her face, her slightly pale face was glowing with golden luster, and the whole person seemed to be enveloped in the halo.

    She raised her arms, took a deep breath of the cool air, the pain in her head was gone, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the warm winter sun.

    A pair of arms embraced her from behind, Chuyao's body was slightly stiff.

    Rong Shaoyang put his chin against her ear, put his arms around her thin waist, and gave her the warmth of his body.

    Chuyao moved slightly, struggling a little, even though she was so intimate yesterday, she was not used to such a gesture, she said: "Let me go."

    Rong Shaoyang hugged her even tighter, and whispered in her ear: "The one who hugged her tightly yesterday was you, I just hugged and hugged."

    The slightly teasing tone was spoken in Rong Shaoyang's calm and gentle voice, which had a natural and charming look.

    Chuyao frowned, and the expression on her face changed slightly. Without the comfort just now, she whispered: "Rong Shaoyang, I hope you don't misunderstand."

    Rong Shaoyang's arm around her froze for a moment, his voice changed suddenly: "What's the misunderstanding?"

    Chu Yao lowered his eyes, staring at the melting snow on the ground: "Yesterday, it was just your love and my wish, not my promise to marry you."

    Rong Shaoyang let go of the arm around her, and turned Chuyao's body around, his voice was colder than the ice and snow outside: "Song Chuyao, say it again."

    Chu Yao raised her eyes, looked at him and said, "Say it again, it's still the same."

    "Hehe," Rong Shaoyang smiled coldly, "I don't know, but you treat your virginity so casually, Song Chuyao, Song Chuyao, you are so cruel!"

    Anyone who is told by the tender object on the second day after the tenderness that he was just a one-night affair yesterday, if he tells himself not to be sentimental, he will find it difficult to control his emotions.

    Rong Shaoyang wholeheartedly thought that he had won Chuyao's heart, but he never thought that what he got was just a human being.

    Chu Yao looked away, and she smiled slightly: "It's not the first day you know me, don't you know what kind of person I am?"

    Rong Shaoyang let go of the hands that gripped her shoulders, his face returned to his usual indifference, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he laughed at himself: "I forgot, Miss Song is someone who can betray anything, could it be that yesterday I promised you  The reward for personally killing Xiao Jing? If we talk about the reward, Miss Song¡¯s price is too small, Xiao Jing is the crown prince of the enemy country, and the two countries are at war, so I don¡¯t know how much effort it will take to capture him.¡±

    The sky cleared up, the snow and ice melted, and the snow on the branches slowly melted, turning into snow and dripping to the ground.

    Chuyao listened to Rong Shaoyang's words quietly, without saying a word, as if acquiescing to her actions yesterday.

    Rong Shaoyang stared at her with his dark eyes, a smile gradually appeared in his eyes, and his smile was filled with bitterness, his usual warm voice was covered with a layer of hoarseness: "Song Chuyao, are you acquiescing?  Good! Good! Good! If I capture Xiao Jing alive in the future, I will hand him over to you, and I will pay the price you paid."

    "Thank you." Chu Yao's bland words wiped away everything before like a light dust.

    Rong Shaoyang chuckled, turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves, his clothes were thin, and his back looked a little bleak amidst the white snow.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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