The prince doesn't want to get married

Chapter 97

　　The dim yellow candlelight in the spacious and dim bathroom is ambiguous and gentle, and the rising white mist is like entwining clouds, adding some hazy senses to the room.

　　A thin curtain in front of the steaming pool was slowly blowing in the wind, and behind the gentle gauze, the sound of rushing water floated along the air...

　　I don't know when it started raining outside the window. When the wind blew the small and dense raindrops, they fell uncontrollably in front of the window edge, and then merged and condensed into water droplets that slowly fell along the window edge.

　　As if she had broken into the clouds, Qi Yumo was surrounded by warm and soft senses. Different from the hazy consciousness last time, this time she felt the tenderness that made her heart beat and her face flush with clarity and sinking.

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　　The next day, Qi and Mo were awakened by the sound of howling wind and rain outside. The first reaction when I opened my eyes was to look around me. Sure enough, there was nothing around me.

　　A sense of disappointment rose in their hearts. Qi and Mo raised their eyes to look out the window at the gloomy, windy and rainy weather. For a moment, they couldn't tell what time it was.

　　Fortunately, she had a rest today, so no matter what time she got up, no one would rush her.

　　Turning their eyes slightly, Qi and Mo caught a glimpse of the neatly folded clothes hanging on the screen. A warm feeling came to their hearts. Qi and Mo slightly raised the corners of their lips and were about to get out of bed.

　　Just when his right hand touched the edge of the bed, a feeling of soreness and pain instantly spread from the slender fingers throughout Qi Yumo's body.

With a gentle "hiss", Qi Yumo raised his aching hand and stared at the white fingertips. The madness with Jiang Xiyao last night was instantly recalled in his mind.

　　When Qi and Mo learned that Jiang Xiyao was pregnant and could not do that with her after last night, she pestered Jiang Xiyao all night and could not sleep until dawn.

　　The bathtub, the dressing table, the tables, chairs and benches...everywhere where the two of them could stay had their ambiguous traces.

　　Jiang Xiyao was naturally not a person who cared about lust. Last night, she had asked Qi and Mo to stop several times. But unfortunately, every time the two of them finished and she spoke, Qi and Mo would stand up again like tireless requesting machines.

　　Qi Yumo pursed her lips, and something strange flashed across her eyes. She had never thought of being so out of control last night...

　　She didn't originally want to torment Jiang Xiyao like that, but when she saw Jiang Xiyao lying under her body with moist eyes, letting her ask for her, the fire in her heart that had just been extinguished was instantly ignited.

　　So she worked tirelessly again and again until it was almost dawn and she was exhausted before falling asleep.

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　　Qi Yumo shook his head slightly, pursed his lips and curled his sore knuckles, and walked to the screen with his weak body.

　　Qi Yumo stretched out his still normal hand to undress himself, but as soon as his hand touched the clothes, the door was pushed open from the outside.

　　Jiang Xiyao gently folded the white origami umbrella that was still dripping with water and leaned it against the door. When he raised his eyes, he saw a rather funny scene.