Su Mo'er sat steadily in front of him, her legs crossed on either side, her arms tightly wrapped around his strong and broad shoulders. The distance between the two had never been this close, just a palm's width apart, their breaths overlapping, intertwining into an invisible, lingering scent. Although she was slender and delicate, she still appeared diminutive and delicate in comparison to him. Lowering her head, only her blushing cheeks and long, thick eyelashes fluttering like feather fans were visible to him. Like a butterfly fluttering among the vibrant flowers of spring, trembling, yet delicate colors and intoxicating fragrance filled one's heart and eyes. Zhao Jinghuan's Adam's apple rolled a few times, reaching out to pinch her chin, forcing her to lift her head and meet his gaze.
"Let me ask you, in your opinion, if I refuse to touch you, does it mean that I despise you?" Su Mo'er trembled in her heart, but at this moment, she had no choice but to endure her fear and nervousness. She forced a smile and said, "Your Highness, I know my own status better than anyone. I don't dare hope for much in this lifetime, only hoping to bring a smile to Your Highness with my appearance. If it weren't for those messy matters, I wouldn't have any other thoughts. But since I've been by Your Highness's side for so long, I'm confident that my appearance can compare to others. But Your Highness has never touched me, not even a bit, how can I not feel anxious? I can only think that it's because of the matter with the Liu family that has made Your Highness unhappy. If not, could it be that I have done something wrong and failed to please Your Highness? If that's the case, why doesn't Your Highness speak to me clearly? I will make amends if there is an issue, or improve if there isn't, just to make Your Highness happy."
She spoke with genuine emotion, full of grievance and pleading, appearing to smile but causing aching in one's heart. Zhao Jinghuan became increasingly uncomfortable, his gaze gradually shrouded in emotions that were indiscernible, making people feel anxious at the sight of it. "So, today, you won't stop until you achieve your goal?" This was the first time he had openly expressed his thoughts after being in contact for so long. Su Mo'er was momentarily flustered, but then steeled herself and said bluntly, "Your Highness, since I arrived at the Commander's Mansion, you have been the focus of my heart and eyes. If I can't win Your Highness's favor, I won't have any expectations in the future." Her eyes filled with tears and her slightly biting lips left a bright and delicate color. "If Your Highness truly despises me, please give me a clear answer so that I can understand."
"You're bold." Zhao Jinghuan looked at her deeply and suddenly chuckled, "It seems that today you're determined to capture me, aren't you?"
With this statement, the thin, translucent veil between them that had been nearly torn open for so long was finally pierced. Su Mo'er's already crimson cheeks deepened a bit further, appearing akin to being intoxicated. But when she glanced up with shyness, her tender and enchanting face was more captivating than usual, exuding an even more alluring and seductive charm. "Your Highness, you've misunderstood," she coquettishly said. "What kind of position does a person like me have that would allow me to capture you? If anything, it's the other way around. I've long since been captured by Your Highness."
Zhao Jinghuan's voice lowered even more, "By acting in this way, aren't you afraid of angering me?"
"I am fully devoted to you, inside and out. Even if you hate me, or are tired of me, my feelings for you will not change."
Knowing that it was a critical moment, the entire carriage was filled with an increasingly intense atmosphere. With just a little more, she could completely succeed. Thus, while speaking, her hand propped against his shoulder slid softly like a boneless movement, slowly reaching his robe hem.
However, at that moment, Zhao Jingran's voice suddenly came from the outside, "Brother, are you there!" The suddenness of the voice startled the two inside, but luckily they managed to control themselves. Su Mo'er did not scream, but her movement was stalled by Zhao Jinghuan's suddenly raised hand.
With eyes darkened, Zhao Jinghuan glanced at Su Mo'er. She could see clearly that a storm was brewing in his eyes, waiting for a moment of thunder and torrential rain.
“What is it?” his hoarse voice came out, surprising Zhao Jingran outside.
“Brother, are you feeling unwell? Why does your voice sound off?” Listening to their conversation, Su Mo'er was tactfully making a move. Taking advantage of Zhao Jinghuan's full focus, she managed to push his grasp aside and slipped into the interior side of the carriage.
Suddenly, Zhao Jinghuan could feel the unusual sensation gradually spreading throughout his body, almost making him unable to control himself. At that moment, Su Mo'er leaned beside him, her words gentle as a breeze brushing over his heart, "Your Highness, do you truly not want me?"
As she spoke, she lightly brushed against his earlobe, and then gradually progressed further. The stirring sensations, combined with previous occurrences, gathered like a storm, and in a moment, a downpour came pouring down.
But at this moment, the long-awaited response from Zhao Jinghuan did not come, and Zhao Jingran, who had been waiting outside for a while, began to wonder. He even made as if to get on the carriage, frightening the guards outside.
Inside, however, Su Mo'er was suddenly pushed away and rolled back, involuntarily letting out a cry that alerted the people outside quite clearly. Startled, Zhao Jingran's action came to a stop, immediately understanding what had happened. Then, he heard Zhao Jinghuan's voice, more low and hoarse than usual, "No need to worry. I'm going to bed." Though the voice was trying to suppress its emotion, as a fellow martial artist, how could Zhao Jingran not hear the deep-seated suppression within it?
Astonished, he couldn't help but cast a strange look at the carriage, glaring as if he could see past it, nearly believing his own brother had indeed had a realization!
Thinking to himself, Zhao Jinghuan's impatient voice came again, "Are you not leaving?!" Clearly irritated, Zhao Jingran's stiffened, immediately replied, "Alright, I'll come find you tomorrow!”
He left in a hurry.
Inside the carriage, Zhao Jinghuan stared tightly at Su Mo'er on the bed, looking down at her with increasing intensity in his eyes. "Regret it?" he asked.
Su Mo'er blushed and reached out her hand, responding to him with her actions.
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Soon, the carriage was filled with the sound of faint moans like a gentle breeze, gradually dissipating in the thick night.
And the guards outside, one by one, with unchanged expressions, slowly moved away from the carriage.
"Ow!" Su Mo'er had heard before that a woman's first night in the bridal chamber was not easy, but she had never expected it to be so difficult.
It felt like her body was being torn apart, and she couldn't help but tense up all over.
But in front of the Crown Prince, she couldn't show any of this, except for the initial shock and the involuntary furrowing of her brows. She trembled and accommodated his every impact.
She had never expected that, although she appeared to be indifferent and austere, like a saint, in this matter, she was like a never-satisfied beast, seeking more in each exploration.
Apart from the first time giving in quickly, she then...
Until the end, she didn't know how she had made it through this long night.
At one point, she had woken up in a daze and found herself tightly embraced by the Crown Prince, and looking up, she could see the stars twinkling in the sky.
Another time, she woke up to find herself enveloped in warm water, feeling so comfortable that she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and fall back asleep.
Seeing the girl in his arms fall into unconsciousness once again, Zhao Jinghuan quickly held her, fearing that she might fall into the water.
Then, he couldn't help but think of what had happened tonight and felt restless, even having some thoughts...
But seeing the exhaustion in the girl's brow even as she slept peacefully, his emotions finally calmed down.
Then, he bathed her himself, unable to stop his mind from wandering.
Was he too rough tonight?
Thinking of this, he felt at a loss.
Although he had lived two lifetimes and had taken a Crown Princess and various concubines in his previous life, all those people had been sent into the palace by those around him.
Initially, he had wanted to get rid of those people, but later he kept them.
Because he knew that until his own foundation was completely stable, even if he got rid of those people, there would still be endless means to come to his side, better to keep these people under his nose.
Therefore, Zhao Jinghuan, even though he had lived two lifetimes, was particularly careful in his approach to emotions.
This was also why, despite his liking for Su Mo'er for so long, he had never touched her.
His intention was to let things develop naturally with Su Mo'er and wait until the opportune moment arrived, and everything would naturally fall into place.
So, if one were to calculate, Su Mo'er was the first woman in his previous and present life to move him, and it was the same for intimate matters. It was not difficult to explain why he was so clueless in this matter.
Unfortunately, Su Mo'er was unaware of this, and she had her own thoughts and was not willing to wait for his opportune moment.
Naturally, the events of tonight were devoid of any finesse, and it was all based on the instincts of a man.
But this had made it difficult for Su Mo'er.
Men and women were fundamentally different, and even though both were experiencing it for the first time, in the end, Su Mo'er was the one who had been tossed around, while he was still full of vitality.
He looked at the deeply sleeping Su Mo'er and felt some self-reproach in his heart.
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