The prince doesn't want to get married

Chapter 93

　　The candlelight in the room flickered left and right, and the cluster of small flames that kept beating seemed to suddenly have a shy mood. It jumped up and down and hid behind the candlestick's light shield, not daring to look directly at the two people in front of it.

　　Qi Yumo felt as if he had been hit by Ruanjinsan, and his whole body was weak. His brain was also groggy, as if it had been muddled, he was dizzy and thirsty, and he could only rely on his body's instinct to desperately look for anything that could cool him down.

　　And the only one who can relieve fever in this bed is Jiang Xiyao. At this point, Qi and Mo were like fish about to dry up and meet water, hugging Jiang Xiyao tightly and not letting go.

　　"Mo'er, be good...Mo'er, do you know who I am?" Jiang Xiyao still suppressed the restlessness of her body, cleared her throat and said soothingly, but as soon as the words came out, even Jiang Xiyao was shocked, so dry and hoarse... The sound made by the collision of wooden blocks actually came from her mouth.

　　Qi Yumo vaguely heard someone calling her, and subconsciously she approached the source of the sound. However, with this approach, she was like a drowning person grabbing the last straw and unwilling to let go.

　　A familiar refreshing fragrance floated into Qi Yumo's nasal cavities with a bit of intoxicating flavor. The unique fragrance was like some kind of alternative catalyst, making the restlessness in Qi and Mo's hearts even deeper.

　　She tightly hugged the only source of cooling around her body, getting closer and closer. But the closer she got, the more her body became unbearably hot.

　　Finally, after a sound of fairy music that seemed to come from outside the sky, Qi and Mo couldn't restrain themselves and moved based on instinct...

　　And Jiang Xiyao had already lost herself under the unconscious and instinctive movements of her sweethearts Qi and Mo.

　　The night was still light, and the gauze curtain was slowly swaying. The bright moonlight fell on the couch through the thin bed curtain. When the wind blew, two figures like glue could be vaguely seen behind the thin curtain.

　　. . . . . . .

　　Their consciousness began to become chaotic. In the darkness, Qi and Mo felt as if they had turned into a fish, tightly entangled in a blazing net, unable to move, and the heat was unbearable.

　　Just slowly, she seemed to have grown legs again and turned into a crawling fish swimming in the warm ocean...

　　The red candles in the room did not know when to cover up the figure, and the moonlight was too shy to hide behind the clouds. In the darkness, a few wisps of sweet and sweet music could be faintly heard...

　　. . . . . . .

　　The first ray of dawn in the morning, with its clean and crisp breath, slowly fell on the messy and unusually messy couch in the palace, clearly showing how intense the situation last night was...

　　Qi and Mo opened their eyes in confusion, and after being stunned for a moment, they slowly raised their hands and tried to get up. Just this movement made her gasp in pain.

　　The shoulders, vagina, and lower abdomen were all sore and tender, as if someone had knocked him out and led him to do hard work all night.

　　Qi and Mo simply gave up their struggle and lay down on the bed again to relieve the pain in their bodies. At the same time, they squinted their eyes and began to think about what they had done last night and why they felt so uncomfortable.

　　Well... She was drunk by the enthusiastic ministers at last night's banquet. When she went to the latrine to return to the banquet, she met Tang Siyu... He wanted to molest her.