Phi-Fic Chapter 70 He'll hide, so I won't wear it!
Chapter 70 He'll hide, so I won't wear it!
Zhongli Yueluo gradually loosened her grip on his collar. This man was incredibly stubborn and rational.
Zhongli Yuelu grabbed his hand and stared intently at him.
With a firm tone: "I'm going to your room tonight!"
With a hint of helplessness, she sighed softly, "Princess."
Zhongli Yueluo went even further, lightly tapping his ear with her finger and then pinching his earlobe.
Su Fengjun's ears turned slightly red, but he did not dodge, his voice low and restrained.
"Princess...don't be silly." She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
Zhongli Yueluo loved seeing him like this, so she grabbed his collar and pulled him closer to her, saying, "Look at me."
His breathing quickened slightly as he slowly met Zhongli Yueluo's gaze, his eyes seemingly burning with fire.
But he restrained himself with great effort: "Princess... what exactly do you want to do?"
"You are my son-in-law, what can I do?"
She shrugged, thinking to herself, "So this is how Su Fengling feels every time he teases me. Interesting!"
Su Fengjun's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he tried his best to suppress his emotions, his voice a little hoarse.
"Princess, please be mindful of your manners." Although he refused verbally, his eyes grew increasingly ardent.
Seeing that his face and neck were red, Zhongli Yueluo slowly let go of him. If she continued to tease him, things would get out of hand.
When Su Fengling returned from outside, she saw that both of their faces were flushed.
What exactly happened to make even his usually icy older brother change his expression?
He walked in and sat down very naturally next to Zhongli Yueluo.
He pulled her hand over and rubbed it against his face: "Sister, your little brother missed you so much."
Zhongli Yueluo pinched his cheek: "I haven't been gone for long, doesn't it hurt to say such things?"
He blinked innocently: "Then, sister, do you feel heartache?"
There really wasn't, but she just never believed what he said.
She tried to break free, but he held her tightly, his smile undiminished.
She pulled hard, and he hissed.
Zhongli Yueluo glanced at his other shoulder; there was a tear in his clothes, and blood was seeping through.
She was somewhat worried. Could it be that someone in Taiyuan City would dare to attack them?
Should we still send someone to protect them?
"What happened?" His eyes were concerned, and his tone was gentle.
Su Fengling glanced at the wound on his shoulder, his eyes darkening slightly, before he put on a pitiful expression.
"It's nothing serious, I just got hurt by some stupid thing. It hurts so much, sister. Could you come to my room and put some medicine on it for me later?"
Judging from the wound, it seems to have been caused by Emei thorns, but there must have been no fighting, so there were no other injuries.
Zhongli Yueluo pulled open her sleeve with her hand, thinking it best to treat the wound first, and instructed the maid to bring water to clean it.
"Oh dear, sister, let's go to the room. Brother is still outside."
He pulled Zhongli Yueluo towards the room again, and Su Fengjun did not stop him.
His eyes were dim, and there was a hint of disappointment in them.
The maid brought the water into the room, placed it aside, and left, closing the door behind her.
It's just treating a wound, it's not like it's anyone shameful, why close the door?
She stared at him, but he didn't move: "Take off your sleeves."
"Sister, please help me, my shoulder hurts." He brought his face close to hers, his eyebrows furrowed, looking very aggrieved.
Helpless and not wanting to argue with him any further, she unbuckled her belt and took off her coat for him.
The inside of his shoulder was a deep red, which looked shocking. It must have been very painful, and it wasn't as light as it appeared on the surface.
She cleaned the wound with water, and he frowned, his lips turning pale.
"Oh, sister, don't you know how to be gentle with your little brother? It hurts so much."
Zhongli Yueluo blew on it for him, and perhaps because they were face to face, his hands started to wander and touch her face.
Finally, his thumb lingered on her eyebrows, gently tracing her features with a hint of fascination in his eyes.
Apply the medicine and wrap it with cloth. With the help of the elixir, the wound should heal quickly.
She took a clean set of clothes and prepared to put them on him.
He put his arm around her waist, and she sat on his lap, still holding her clothes in her hand.
"Sister, I finally managed to get you into the room, and you want to leave again? Hmm?"
His face drew close, foreheads pressed together, his voice filled with madness.
She pushed him, asking, "Does the wound not hurt anymore?" She tried to sit up, but he held her tightly in his arms.
"Sister, don't go. You should come to my room tonight." He said, sounding a little aggrieved, burying his head in her neck.
"It's not even evening yet!"
She wanted to pull harder, but was afraid of aggravating his wound. She tapped his head with her hand: "Can you let go first?"
"Will my sister run away after I let go?" He took a deep breath through her hair, his nose gently touching her earlobe.
"No, I won't leave."
He slowly released her, staring intently at her with a triumphant smile.
Zhongli Yueluo wanted to put the clothes on him, but he hid and refused to wear them.
"Sister, look at me." As he stood up, his clothes fell down and hung around his waist, revealing his good physique and well-defined muscles.
Zhongli Yueluo's lips trembled slightly; she wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words.
Su Fengling bent down and leaned close to her eyes, her large eyes filled with innocence: "Sister?"
He casually took her hand, placed it between his waist and abdomen, and then pinched her hand and moved it upwards.
"Sister, isn't she much younger and stronger than Yan Ruoyu?"
She shook her head. His eyes were dark, and his voice was low and hoarse: "What, does my sister mean I'm inferior to him? Hmm?"
His eyes blinked slowly, and she could feel his hot breath on her face.
She shook her head again, but fearing he might misunderstand, she quickly withdrew her hand.
She clenched her hands: "I mean, I don't know what he's like."
He laughed and put his clothes on properly, even tying his belt neatly.
He gently stroked the tip of her nose with his finger: "So, you haven't seen him before, sister."
He seemed to be in a great mood and opened the door, leaving Zhongli Yuelu somewhat embarrassed.
Her hands still seemed to retain her warmth. She turned around and met Su Fengjun's eyes.
His eyes held a mixture of longing and melancholy, then he looked away unnaturally. Was he perhaps envious of Su Fengling?
She walked out and sat down next to him naturally, with Su Fengling holding her hand.
He leaned his head close to hers, raising an eyebrow at Su Fengjun, as if to say, "Brother, have you learned it yet?"
Su Fengjun asked, "Would the princess like to stay tonight?"
Zhongli Yueluo nodded, but she really didn't want to go to Su Fengling's room.
If I go, something might really happen. He's so charming, it's impossible not to be tempted.
"What would you like to eat tonight, sister? Do you want to go to the kitchen and see? There's some freshly delivered cod. Would you like some?"
"Okay." She pulled her hand away, her eyes glancing at Su Fengjun's chest every now and then.
If the younger brother is this good... then the older brother must be just as good, right?
Thinking of this, she bit her lip and looked down at her fingers.