The Eldest Princess

Chapter 65

Yun Cen returned to his room and wore a mask even when taking a shower.

Only after he had sent everyone away did he start looking for medicine himself.

After taking off the mask and looking in the mirror, he found that the marks on his face were indeed quite noticeable.

He didn't care about this minor pain, but Asan reminded him to handle it carefully.

If someone sees this, they will definitely become suspicious.

The wound on the lip can be said to be caused by an accidental bite, but the wound on the face is hard to explain.

Apply the colorless ointment to the slightly red and painful area, and a cool feeling gradually covers the skin.

He felt a little secretly happy and muttered, "A-Sang didn't do that much. Even though he was so angry, could it be that he still felt sorry for me?"

He really couldn't imagine that Xuan Fusang was simply afraid that the noise was too loud and would be heard by others.

It was still early in the night, and he was thinking about his complicated and heavy thoughts while observing the slap marks on his face.

Naturally, he thought of her hand, the feeling of holding her hand, and the domination of her hand over his genitals.

Unable to help himself, he touched the scar on his left cheek. After the ointment melted, he could only feel a little cool and smooth.

At that time, when he held her hand, the temperature difference between hot and cold was greater than it is now.

At that time, their fingertips were sticky and slippery, full of his semen.

"A-Sang..."

My body started to feel hot again.

He quickly dealt with everything, immediately stood up, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp.

The tea rushed over his lips and tongue, and the slight pain was amplified by the stimulation, which also evoked the memories of our passionate entanglement and pursuit.

He bit the wound on his lower lip and licked it with his tongue, feeling waves of irritating pain again. Thinking of the culprit, a silly smile appeared on his handsome face with a faint palm print.

Although it was tea, it felt like drinking alcohol.

Feeling that the desire in his lower body was about to awaken, he reluctantly picked up the teapot and wanted to pour another cup.

With a casual glance, he noticed that the mask he took off on the table had more patterns on it than during the day.

Yun Cen stood there in a daze for a long while, and his slowly stretched out hand was trembling slightly.

The burning hibiscus tree before my eyes is so familiar that it is engraved into my soul.

He had sketched it thousands of times in order to make it as a birthday gift for her.

Not only did she remember it, she could also draw it, and it was exactly the same as he remembered.

Caught off guard and overwhelmed by the wave of ecstasy, he began to wonder if he was dreaming.

I want to touch it, but I dare not really touch it, for fear of waking up from the dream, or of causing the painting to be worn away.

Xuan Fusang's plain but still intoxicating whispers rang in my ears.

"This is your birthday gift."

"Happy birthday, Yuncen."

All his thoughts were washed away by the tide, leaving only one thought in his mind.