Twist a strand of hair between your fingers, it's hard to cut the strands of love.

Chanting a curtain of dreams, warming a piece of ink.

Wrapped in a touch of worry, when will I be able to understand your passionate eyes? I can always connect with you in the plain rhyme of poetry.

Looking at the hand he was holding, he never let go of himself along the way. He said, 'This way, I can keep walking with you';

The elegant fragrance of his body always makes me gradually attracted to him inadvertently. But I no longer interlock with his fingers, holding his hand and leaning against his side, with a smile on the corner of my mouth: "I think this is good.

of."

"Nonsense."

After hearing this, I thought he would be angry, but instead I saw the corners of his mouth raised slightly, without any sign of embarrassment or anger. Ye Yilan slowly put her hand down and whispered: "Don't you like me sticking to you like this?"

."

"No." He liked that she stayed close to him and held her hand again. This time he would not let her let go of his hand. "If there is nothing in the hand, I don't have a problem with it."

"Are we going to Ningxuan Pavilion?"

She was extremely familiar with this road, but when she saw the way he smiled and said nothing, she felt extremely sure in her heart.

"You must be curious, why is it here?"

Seeing him staying outside the door, Ye Yilan couldn't help but look into his eyes. She seemed to see a different kind of him in them, and her deep eyes gradually turned sad.

When she was stunned, his voice sounded again.

"I lived in that place for a while. I would go to Qing'en Temple every year. Over time, I became accustomed to staying here for a few days."

The bitter taste lingers in my mouth.

How many days are you staying? Is it possible that he has planned everything for today?

I saw him today. He was selecting ingredients in an orderly manner, but he didn't look like a member of the royal family at all.

His gentle eyes shifted to her. Seeing her looking at him so absorbedly, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"You are different from other princes."

Upon hearing this, the light in his eyes dimmed, with a hint of coldness and arrogance: "I never need to be cared for by others, so I am naturally different from them."

After hearing what he said, I felt that I had said the wrong thing again. Just when I was about to speak, I twitched my hand and said, "Let's go."

At first glance, the petals of purple cherry blossoms were all flying around at this time, but now everything has become empty, leaving only the stone table in the courtyard.

"I'll put these in the kitchen."

Just as Murong Haochen was about to stretch out his hand, her sleeve passed through his fingertips again. The corner of his mouth raised a happy smile, and he stared at her petite back affectionately.

While she was cleaning up the kitchen, Murong Haochen hugged her directly from behind. His lips kept moving under her earlobe, and they kept kissing her.

"What's wrong?" There was a numbness in her ears, and she couldn't help but avoid it.

"I want to take you somewhere."

A meaningful smile gradually spread out.

As soon as she finished speaking, Murong Haochen picked her up in his arms. She looked at his move in bewilderment, and beat him with her fists angrily: "Put me down quickly."

And that smile rose slightly, but she was silent.

The moment Murong Haochen carried her into the room, she immediately understood what he was talking about. She hugged his neck tightly and buried herself deeply in his arms.

He put her on the bed, but she refused to let go at all. Murong Haochen grabbed her wrists with both hands and spread them on both sides. He raised his eyebrows playfully and warned coldly: "Now,

You have no reason to refuse."

Seeing him pressing down, he looked away and saw that his hand couldn't move at all. He bit his lip and said slowly: "You hurt me."

He leaned over and whispered in the ear, "Then I'll be gentle."

Ye Yilan could feel that the strength on her wrist had loosened a little, but he still held on. The throbbing in his heart was like numbness. His lips gradually came closer, and his nervous heart could not help but tremble.

The two of them looked at each other, and Ye Yilan looked at him with affectionate yet gentle eyes, in which she felt his desire.

His frowning eyebrows relaxed, and he slowly closed his eyes. Everything he brought to him seemed to be so deep that he couldn't extricate himself at that moment.

When Murong Haochen felt her whole body relax, at that moment he couldn't control his feelings for her at all, and even more wantonly demanded all her breath.

He let go of her hands, but he personally held her hands around his neck. However, he could no longer control his hands. Her belt had long been separated from his hands, and his hot palms touched her skin slowly.

up.

Gradually, Ye Yilan felt something strange, her eyebrows furrowed again, she suddenly opened her eyes, and his lips traveled around her body bit by bit.

Seeing the situation, she suddenly panicked and tried her best to break away. While she was still immersed in the caressing of her, she pushed herself away.

With trembling hands, she hurriedly put on her clothes, not daring to raise her eyes to look at him.

"You must be hungry, I'm going to prepare it right now."

Hiding outside the door, she secretly glanced at him inside, still sitting on the bed and not coming out. She was blushing shyly, and couldn't help but bite her lips, and the corners of her mouth raised a smile involuntarily. This was her first time.

, I got a different feeling from fear.

Before he could say anything, she ran away in fear.

He shook his head helplessly, but the corners of his mouth showed endless affection.

Ye Yilan held the table with both hands, her beating heart never stopping.

Murong Haochen leaned against the railing and looked at the figure in the kitchen, with a warm smile spreading at the corners of his mouth. He walked slowly over and hugged her again.

"How come you..."

He appeared quietly behind her again, and she was even more flustered than before. She didn't dare to move around for fear of...

"I'm so scared before I do anything to you." He turned her body around, flipped her hair, and raised her eyebrows intently. "If in the future, I'm even more scared, where can you hide?

?"

If that day really comes, will he let her go? Perhaps, he will lock her tightly in his arms and will not let her have a chance to escape.

"What did Shiro want to say?" He clearly meant something in his words, but she still couldn't help but want to ask him.

Your throbbing heart can be noticed by him only if you are close to him.

He pressed his head against hers, put his face in front of hers, and said with a joking smile: "Tonight, you should consider whether to give yourself to me."

Hearing this, Ye Yilan's face turned red and she slightly swayed: "Not serious."

Looking at the shy appearance, there are a lot of changes from the past, but is it the beginning of love?

He just likes to see her look like this right now, so that he can protect her by his side and pamper her for the rest of his life. Let her become the happiest woman, even if he spends all the money in the world.

Murong Haochen just smiled, picked up the branches on the ground, and sat in front of the stove fire.

Seeing the situation, she looked at him with confusion and couldn't help but worry for him: "What are you doing?"

"Let me light the fire for you." When he looked up, he saw her worried eyes and said with relief. "Don't worry, I used to cook for myself alone."

one person?

Ye Yilan couldn't help but look at everything around her. Although this place has hundreds of years of history, everything around her didn't seem to have been dusty for a long time. It was as neat as ever. This was indeed his style.

Sitting next to him, holding his arm and leaning on his shoulder. The branches were broken in his hands familiarly and put into the stove fire. He smiled and looked at his charming side face: "Before, you were always a

people?"

Turning his eyes to look at the person beside him, he wished that time would pass slower so that he could have enough time to be alone with her, just the two of them.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, a gentle smile spread out, and a touch of sadness gradually gave off a soft light.

"A person is used to it."

His words were such an understatement.

In fact, there is one sentence she has never said: being alone must be very tiring, right?

"Now that I'm with you, do you still want to be alone?"

After hearing this, he lowered his eyes and slowly raised his eyes, looking at her with conviction, with a hint of joy hidden in his heart.

Seeing his confused look, she hugged him tightly: "I will definitely stay with you and never let you be alone again."

Won't be alone again?

At this moment, he is still alone. He dare not imagine what will happen in the future, but will it still be the same at this moment?

The soft light gradually withdrew and said indifferently: "I hope this is not pity."

"I have never shown mercy to you, you are not allowed to question me." What she said was never false, how could he be so distrustful.

His eyes were so cold and arrogant. When he saw the situation, he silently took his hand back and said softly: "Just pretend I never said it."

In Murong Haochen's eyes, she was like a child who knew her mistakes and needed someone to care for and pamper her. Instead, all of this became his habit of loving her.

How could he pretend that all this had never happened, and that the most important person in his life was her? He naturally believed those words, but he was testing her again. He was just afraid that she would leave him, so he could only use

Such a method.

Seeing her cooking in front of him, he only wished for more days like this. He was afraid that what would happen once he returned to the palace was unknown.
To be continued...