To prevent her from saying anything that would anger him, Huangfu Mi sealed her lips with a kiss.
Her body was pressed against the door frame, and she felt a little uncomfortable. Her thin shoulders trembled slightly, but she still couldn't escape his hold. She could only make whimpering sounds from her throat.
It seemed that only then did they realize something was wrong. The two were pressed tightly against the protruding part of the door frame, against her back, which explained her resistance.
Huangfu Mi chuckled softly, but did not spare her. He lifted her up by the waist with a slight effort, and Meng Wan could clearly see the glint in his eyes.
He wouldn't be trying to punish her in this way..., would he?
As expected, the man's rapid breathing betrayed his intentions. He was inexplicably irritable and didn't have time to put her on the bed.
Behind them was a large table. He bent over slightly, and the two of them fell down together.
"Mmm—" Meng Wan gasped softly, her whole body already dizzy from his kisses. She looked at him breathlessly, "Huangfu Mi, what are you doing?"
"Need I say more?" His dark eyes gleamed with laughter. With a slight movement of his long, slender fingers, he ripped open the sash on his robe and tossed it aside. The robe slipped down, revealing his well-defined chest.
"Here?" Meng Wan's eyes widened. "No way!"
"Of course, you can also choose to be somewhere else, wherever you like?" With a wicked smile, Huangfu Mi placed his hands on either side of her, looking down at her.
For no apparent reason, Meng Wan recalled the blood-pumping scene she had just witnessed in the Imperial Garden, and her body suddenly felt hot.
Huangfu Mi chuckled softly: "Actually, you want to too, don't you? I know." With an almost inaudible laugh, he leaned down and kissed her soft lips deeply until they were both breathing heavily.
He sat up and gazed at her flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. Fine strands of hair fell on her neck, so distinctly black and white, that they almost made his blood boil.
He had been drinking, and he couldn't resist the slightest temptation. He reached out and touched her, his long, slender fingers sliding down her neck and then, with a slight movement, landing on the bra straps in front of her chest.
"Is it okay?" His fingers caressed her chest, but didn't go any deeper.
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"Is it okay?" His fingers caressed her chest, but didn't go any deeper.
He always took the initiative, while she seemed to be half-heartedly going along with it. He had gotten used to this feeling, but today, he wanted something new.
Meng Wan's breathing became rapid, and a tightness gripped her chest, as if she were about to suffocate. She gasped for breath and then shook her head: "No...no..."
"Really?" His large hand maliciously reached into the bodice and gently pinched the nipples on her chest. Seeing Meng Wan's eyes suddenly darken, his smile deepened.
"Ugh..." Meng Wan was going crazy. She knew he was drunk and wouldn't care about anything, but she herself seemed to be drunk too. Her body was so sensitive that it couldn't withstand his teasing. A surge of heat flowed out from below, and she twisted her body uncomfortably.
"I...I want to rest..." she said haltingly, as if all her remaining rationality was being used to speak. After uttering this sentence, she couldn't help but gasp for breath.
A low moan welled up in her chest, but she tried her best to hold it back, her eyes fixed on him with a deep, unwavering gaze, determined not to let it escape her lips.
Huangfu Mi chuckled softly, "What's the rush to rest? The night is still so long..." His tone was ambiguous, and he deliberately breathed softly into her ear.
"Huangfu Mi—" Meng Wan called out through gritted teeth, but he gently pinched her waist, which immediately made her giggle.
Her words of refusal turned into coquettish reproach, and Meng Wan's cheeks immediately flushed red.
This man...
"Do you want it or not?" His deep voice revealed an undisguised temptation, and his dark eyes deepened as she twisted and turned, but he desperately held back. Today, he had to wait for her to nod and beg him.
"I..." Meng Wan bit her lip, her lips still carrying his scent, a faint aroma of wine. She only licked them once, but she felt as if the wine had reached her.
Huangfu Mi could no longer bear it. If things continued like this, it wouldn't be her who was suffering, but herself.
With a low growl, he ripped open her dress and reached inside her panties. His large hand restlessly moved from her chest to her buttocks, kneading them lightly or heavily. Meanwhile, his other hand slowly slid down, lifting her fair and smooth legs little by little.
"Mmm..." he murmured softly, his burning hot member rubbing back and forth against her flower cave, but refusing to enter. His lips slid down her chest, and with one gulp, he took her peach blossoms into his mouth.
"Say it now, I want you—" What a persistent man, he tormented her with both words and actions, determined to get her to say those words.
Meng Wan was almost crying out loud, her brows furrowed tightly, and her flushed cheeks were slightly red from the torment of lust.
She bit her lip tightly, then nodded: "Mmm...I want to..." The words, almost enough to make her want to disappear into the ground, were barely out of her mouth when something entered her body.
Huangfu Mi leaned forward, and his burning hot erection entered her tight flower cave. The immense feeling of being enveloped made both of them gasp.
"Mmm--" When passion reached its peak, Meng Wan felt her mind go blank. The immense pleasure she felt was unprecedented. It was as if all her pores had opened up, and the feeling was extremely comfortable.
She unconsciously arched her back, her hands unconsciously clasping his strong waist. This action only made their bodies press closer together.
Huangfu Mi's body trembled, his eyes, filled with lust, blazed with fire. He held her waist tightly and began to move slowly.
Feeling her body gradually relax, he dared to continue, his movements intensifying, a torrent of pleasure slowly bringing them both to their peak.
--
As the saying goes, "One autumn rain brings a chill," and after several days of continuous rain, the sky suddenly cleared up, and the bright sun hung in the sky, bringing an indescribable warmth.
When she woke up early in the morning, Huangfu Mi was nowhere to be seen. After washing up, she sat in front of the bronze mirror and let Mu Ci dress her up.
Since she was only going to wander around the small area of the Prince Heng's residence, there was no need to dress up too extravagantly. So she said to Mu Ci, who was taking out flower ornaments to stick on her head, "Those are not necessary. A simple side bun will suffice."
Mu Ci had originally planned to style her hair into a flowing cloud bun, but upon hearing her smile and refusal, she put down the floral hair ornament. Instead, she deftly moved her fingers and loosely gathered up her long, black hair, securing it with only a wooden hairpin. Then, she praised herself repeatedly in front of the bronze mirror: "Miss is indeed beautiful. Even without makeup, she can outshine all other women. No wonder the Prince dotes on you so much."
"Ha, all you have is a silver tongue, using sweet words to coax me." She glared at her, Meng Wan's cheeks already flushed red, as if her heart would pound wildly at the mere mention of Huangfu Mi.
What a spineless person!
"They weren't trying to fool me, they were just telling the truth. If you don't believe me, think about it yourself. Which prince or nobleman doesn't have three wives and four concubines? But this prince only has Miss, and he doesn't care about any of the other women..." Mu Ci said with a smile, her little face full of joy.
Meng Wan gave her a reproachful look, but didn't say anything more. After getting ready, she put on her coat and went out.