Chapter 1293 - You’re Still Thinking of a French Kiss? (1/2)

Murong Jiancheng had just ascended the throne and was busy administering the country. He simply had no time to communicate with her, let alone coax her, so he just assumed that giving her some time would be the best thing to do.

Though she seemed like a seductive and passionate type from the outside, she was extremely romantic inside. She had an easy-going personality and would be easy to coax.

But he hadn’t expected her to keep low for the rest of her pregnancy, giving birth to his son and completing her confinement period. The day that she could get off the bed, she put on a black cloak and left, not leaving a single word for him at all.

He chased after her till it was a thousand miles away from the Palace. But she just disappeared before his eyes.

She didn’t turn back for him.

She was decisive, leaving without giving him a chance, not even leaving him some ground to reconcile their relationship.

Like that, she had gone for 24 years.

Murong Jiancheng pushed her away. “Stop messing around.”

Bei Yuewu looked at him, the corners of his lips had been bitten by her, blood rushing out of the wound. It had been so long and now he was in his 40s, a dignified and mature man.

She loved it when he was old-fashioned. Countless girls were head over heels for him back then, but he was just like a block of wood who knew nothing about love and lust. He really wasted that suave appearance and powerful status of his.

Back then, she had fallen for this block of wood.

A smile suddenly graced her lips and Bei Yuewu leaned closer, her tongue licking the blood around the corners of his lips.

Murong Jiancheng’s breathing started to quicken, but he continued protesting, “Aren’t you going to stop?”

“You’re a hypocrite. You claim to not want it but your body is really honest!” Bei Yuewu swayed her hips against him again.

Thump. Murong Jiancheng pulled her over, wanting to kiss her lips.

But Bei Yuewu avoided him and he froze.

“Are you so open now? We’re outdoors, you really want to have outdoor sex?”

With her reminder, Murong Jiancheng’s ears turned red.

Bei Yuewu still loved him for his innocent ways. If she hadn’t married him, he would probably only know one position in bed. This hypocrite Dongfang Wanqing really lucked out.

She grabbed his reddened ears and ordered, “Carry me to the room.”

“…”

Murong Jiancheng was frustrated, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He had planned to teach her a lesson after getting hold of her but things completely spiraled out of his control. She was so good at seducing men, not changing her ways even after many years and now she had the upper hand.

Again.

It was ludicrous. He was Murong Jianxheng and reigned over an entire country, how could he let her climb over his head and grab his ears?

“Let go! What if someone sees us?!”

“I’m not letting go. I want my husband to carry me!”

“…”

Murong Jiancheng wanted to push her down, but she wrapped herself around him like an Enhydris, rekindling his dormant desires.

Why didn’t she seem to have aged at all?

Murong Jiancheng looked at her face while holding her waist. If anything, he found her to still be as charming and attractive as she was before.

Stretching out his legs, he carried her directly into the room.

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