Quick Wear: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

The Little Princess in the Palace (34)

  The next day.

  It was bright outside, but the bedroom was silent.

  Ruan Ruan closed her eyes and slept soundly on the bed.

  A slender arm stretched out from between the layers of curtains, hanging down naturally. The fair skin was dotted with dense red marks, which had fermented overnight and turned dark purple.

  Perhaps because the quilt was wrapped too tightly, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the neck, with a few strands of hair stuck on it.

  Ruan Ruan frowned and moved her calves slightly, looking like she was about to wake up.

  Sure enough, her eyelashes trembled and she slowly opened her eyes.

  There was still some sleepiness in his eyes.

  She was so hot that she tried to kick off the quilt, but accidentally pulled the wound which became even more serious after a night of abuse.

  I lost my strength in an instant.

  Ruan Ruan took a break and lifted up the hair that was pressed down like a waterfall on the back of her head. The cool breeze from somewhere faintly filled the wetness of her neck, bringing a bit of coolness.

  After doing all this, she began to look around.

  There was a faint black shadow behind the layers of curtains, in the shape of a human.

  Ruan Ruan asked tentatively, "Your Majesty?"

  "Um?"

  Ruan Ruan was certain that the black shadow was Qi Guanyao.

  "What are you doing there?" she asked confused.

  Qi Guanyao lifted the curtain, and his figure suddenly came into her sight.

  Ruan Ruan was stunned. She didn't expect that he was kneeling.

  "You've really been kneeling until now?"

  His back was straight and he was kneeling in a very standard posture, which gave people a feeling of leisure and relaxation.

  "Not really," he said, teasingly, moving closer to her, "I just went to the morning court."

  It's almost noon now.

  Ruan Ruan was overworked and slept soundly, and didn't notice any movement in the house.  

  Come to think of it, I have been kneeling for quite a few hours now.

  She thought for a moment and said, "Get up. I forgive you for now."

  Ruan Ruan paused, "In the future...if you make me angry, I will bring up the past."

  Qi Guanyao looked at her trying hard to keep her fair and tender face straight, her lips opening and closing, revealing her white teeth vaguely, and he just thought she was adorable.

  His heart itched slightly, and his head rested fragilely on the back of her hand on the quilt, "My legs are numb, and I can't get up. Can you help me up?"

  Hearing this, Ruan Ruan moved her hand away and looked at him angrily.

  "I can't get up either. It's all your fault..."

  "Who told you to do... that?" His voice became lower and lower as he spoke.

  The bases of her ears couldn't help but turn slightly red, but it wasn't too noticeable because of the fine marks on the ear bones.

  Qi Guanyao was not unable to get up as he had said just now. He stood up from the ground swiftly, with only his legs trembling slightly.

  This is an effect that can only be achieved under extreme control.

  If it were someone else, they would probably kneel down again in the next second.

  Qi Guanyao leaned over to Ruan Ruan, with his hand on the bed, almost half of his body weight resting on that hand. The veins on his back bulged and throbbed slightly, as if you could see the blood flowing inside. With a bit of desire.

  With his other hand, he pulled open his collar to show her the evidence of his crime.

  Most of the chest was exposed, along with a section of delicate collarbone and the marks on it.

  It's not a sight to behold.

  He said aggrievedly, "You are obviously too much."

  Ruan Ruan coughed lightly and pushed him away.

  "I suddenly feel very hungry, can you eat something with me?"

  Her way of changing the subject was a bit clumsy, but Qi Guanyao was reluctant to give in to her, as he was also afraid that she would really starve.

  ...

  (End of this chapter)