After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 132 He kissed her again: I love you!

Lin Qianqian and Shen Wanqing hurried towards the restaurant.

Shen Wanqing, her face full of doubt and worry, broke the silence first: "Is something on Ninth Prince's mind? Why is he so drunk? He seems very troubled!"

Lin Qianqian's eyes darted away, and she lowered her head slightly, saying softly, "I...don't know." Her hands unconsciously clutched the hem of her clothes, and her brows furrowed slightly. Her feigned composure could not conceal the turmoil within her heart.

Before long, the two arrived at the restaurant. However, the scene before them left them stunned and speechless, only able to stand there dumbfounded.

Murong Yi's face was flushed, his eyes filled with rage and sorrow. He seemed to have lost his mind, frantically smashing everything around him. Tables and chairs were overturned, cups and plates were shattered, and wine spilled everywhere.

Du Hai was terrified, his face ashen, his voice trembling as he pleaded, "Your Highness, please, don't drop it! Ouch!"

Murong Yi seemed shrouded in a fog of anger, completely ignoring the waiter's pleas for mercy, and continued to smash things as if only in this way could she vent the endless frustration and pain in her heart.

"Murong Yi!" Lin Qianqian's eyebrows shot up, and she shouted at him in a fierce voice. Her serious expression seemed to freeze the surrounding air. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes were like torches, and she stared intently at Murong Yi. Her shout was like a thunderclap, startling everyone, and the restaurant fell silent instantly.

Murong Yi was completely numbed by alcohol. He swayed like a candle in the wind, his cheeks flushed red with the effects of the alcohol, and his eyes were glazed over as if obscured by a thick fog, making it difficult to make out what was in front of him.

Hearing Lin Qianqian's call, he struggled to lift his eyelids, his eyes blurry as he tried to make out who it was. After rubbing his eyes, Lin Qianqian's silhouette gradually appeared in his blurry vision. Once he confirmed it was her, Murong Yi felt as if a surge of fiery magma was boiling inside him, and excitement and joy instantly broke free from the shackles of his drunkenness.

He staggered, yet resolutely moved towards Lin Qianqian step by step, each step unsteady, as if he would fall at any moment.

Seeing this, Du Hai hurriedly reached out to help, but was stopped by Lin Qianqian. Finally, he stood in front of Lin Qianqian, and the moment he saw her, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, revealing a silly smile.

However, before the smile could last, Lin Qianqian waved her hand, and the crisp sound of a slap echoed in the restaurant.

Everyone expected Murong Yi to fly into a rage, and a storm was brewing. But no one anticipated that Murong Yi would suddenly sob like a helpless child. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face, instantly blurring his vision, and his eyes became red and moist.

He sobbed between sobs, still wearing that silly grin, and then suddenly opened his arms and hugged Lin Qianqian tightly, as if he was afraid she would disappear if he let go. He cried like a child who had suffered a great injustice.

Shen Wanqing and Du Hai were dumbfounded. They looked at each other, both seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.

Lin Qianqian was also caught off guard by Murong Yi's sudden action. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes were filled with surprise and helplessness. She said softly, "Murong Yi... what are you doing..."

Despite her words, seeing Murong Yi so heartbroken and sad, her sorrowful appearance was like a sharp hook that pierced the softest corner of her heart, and she ultimately couldn't bear to push her away.

She slowly reached out her hand, which trembled slightly, and gently placed it on Murong Yi's back, stroking it lightly, again and again, as if trying to convey a sense of comfort with this gentle movement, like soothing a wounded little animal.

Murong Yi felt as if he had grasped the only warmth in this dark abyss of intoxication. He nestled tightly against Lin Qianqian, feeling the warmth emanating from her. That warmth seemed to possess a magical power, gradually soothing the restlessness and sorrow in his heart. Gradually, his sobs subsided, his breathing became steady, and he fell into a deep sleep in her arms.

Du Hai stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, his lips twitching slightly, and he stammered, "This..."

Shen Wanqing also looked troubled, her eyes shifting between Murong Yi and Lin Qianqian, before hesitatingly speaking, "Your Highness, the Prince..."

Lin Qianqian tilted her head slightly, sighed softly, her eyes filled with helplessness, yet unconsciously tinged with a hint of doting as she looked at the sleeping Murong Yi. Her voice was gentle and soft: "Miss Shen, I'm sorry to have troubled you. The Prince must be in a bad mood, that's why..." She paused, her gaze sweeping over the messy, shattered items on the ground. An embarrassed look appeared on her face as she said apologetically, "Don't worry, I'll compensate you for these! It's just that right now... sigh, he's so drunk, he probably can't walk back. Could we stay here for a while..."

Shen Wanqing quickly waved her hand, a warm smile on her face, and hurriedly replied, "Of course! I'll arrange accommodations for you right away!"

Du Hai nodded repeatedly, his face full of ingratiating smiles: "Yes, yes, Your Highness, please don't be so polite." As he spoke, he quickly walked over, bent down slightly, and lowered his voice: "Let me help you help the Prince up to rest!"

Lin Qianqian looked at Du Hai, a grateful smile spreading across her face: "Yes, thank you so much, boss!"

Du Hai straightened up, his smile widening, and said nonchalantly, "Don't mention it, it's only right!"

Du Hai laboriously laid Murong Yi down on the bed, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. He composed himself and said to Lin Qianqian, "Your Highness, the Prince has drunk a lot and won't wake up for a while. This…"

Lin Qianqian said softly, "Thank you, boss. I'll take care of the rest. Thank you for your help!"

Du Hai bowed slightly: "Your Highness is too kind. Please do not hesitate to ask me for anything you need."

"Hmm~" Lin Qianqian's lips curled up into a slight smile, and then she said, "Could you please fetch a basin of hot water?"

Du Hai immediately replied, "No problem, please wait a moment!" After saying that, he turned around and quickly left.

Before long, he returned with a basin of hot water and said carefully, "Your Highness, the hot water has been brought and placed here for you."

Lin Qianqian gently thanked her: "Thank you!"

Du Hai humbly replied, "You're welcome!" Then, he gently closed the door, leaving only Lin Qianqian and the unconscious Murong Yi inside.

Lin Qianqian looked at Murong Yi, sighed softly, and her eyes were full of complicated emotions.

Lin Qianqian soaked the towel in hot water, wrung it out gently, and slowly unfolded it. She began wiping Murong Yi's forehead with gentle movements, and the warm touch of the towel seemed to awaken his confused consciousness.

Then, she carefully wiped Murong Yi's cheeks, slowly moving down along his high, straight nose, past his slightly pale lips, and gently wiping away the wine stains on his chin. Her gaze was focused and affectionate, as if the person before her was the only one in the world.

"Oh dear, if it weren't for his icy expression, he'd actually be quite handsome..." Lin Qianqian suddenly noticed, gazing at his handsome face, and couldn't help but sigh. But she quickly recovered, patting her cheeks to clear her head, "Lin Xiaoqian, what are you thinking about! This is no time for that!" Then she continued to focus on washing him.

Then, Lin Qianqian moved her hand to Murong Yi's neck, carefully wiping away the sweat and wine stains. Her fingers inadvertently touched his skin, and the warmth made her heart flutter slightly. She continued downwards, wiping his broad shoulders with endless patience.

Lin Qianqian's fingers trembled as she slowly reached for Murong Yi's buttons. Her movements were gentle and cautious, each one carrying the shyness and nervousness of a young girl. Just as she was about to unbutton the first button, Murong Yi's hand shot out like lightning, grabbing her slender wrist.

Lin Qianqian froze abruptly, her body tensing instantly. She stared at Murong Yi in astonishment. "Your Highness~ Ah!!" Before she could finish her cry, Murong Yi, emboldened by the alcohol, flipped her over and quickly pinned her beneath him.

Lin Qianqian's brows furrowed instantly. Her hands instinctively pressed against Murong Yi's chest, pushing him forcefully, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness.

"Your Highness, you're drunk! Let me go!" Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to wake the man who was controlled by alcohol.

However, Murong Yi's gaze was intense and affectionate. He stared intently at Lin Qianqian, as if trying to etch her image into the depths of his soul. "I'm not drunk. I've been running away these past few days, but my heart is filled with nothing but you." His voice was low and hoarse, carrying emotions that had been suppressed for a long time. The smell of alcohol mixed with his unique scent sprayed onto Lin Qianqian's face.

"What?!" Lin Qianqian's eyes widened, revealing an expression of disbelief. But she was still struggling. Although her heart was pounding, she remained rational. She frowned and said softly, "Your Highness, please don't do this. You will definitely regret it when you sober up."

But Murong Yi remained unmoved. He lowered his head, his forehead gently touching Lin Qianqian's, his breathing becoming rapid and erratic. "I will not regret it. From the first moment I saw you, I knew that you were the destiny I could not escape in this life." As he spoke, his lips slowly moved closer to Lin Qianqian's, his eyes filled with longing and deep affection.

Lin Qianqian cried out in alarm, "Your Highness, please don't... Huh?!" Before she could finish speaking, Murong Yi's burning lips pressed urgently onto her soft lips. In an instant, Lin Qianqian felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her eyes widened, her heart pounded with shock, and she felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her throat.

He kissed her again!

Murong Yi's kiss was passionate and domineering. His lips first gently caressed Lin Qianqian's lips, as if testing her, or perhaps awakening the love deep within her heart. Gradually, his kiss became more intense, his tongue gently yet irresistibly prying open her teeth, plunging deep inside, entwining and playing with her delicate tongue.

His hands also became restless. One hand tightly gripped the back of Lin Qianqian's head, pressing her even closer to him, while the other hand slowly slid down her hair, across her fragrant shoulders, along her soft curves, finally resting on her waist. With a slight pull, he drew her soft body into his arms.

Lin Qianqian was initially taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm, but soon, a wonderful feeling spread through her heart.

This time, she didn't resist pushing him away as she had before. Instead, she felt an indescribable flutter of excitement and anticipation. The feeling was like a flower quietly blooming in spring, slowly unfolding its petals in her heart, exuding an alluring fragrance.

Murong Yi's kiss grew increasingly passionate, and Lin Qianqian finally could no longer contain her surging emotions. She slightly raised her arms, her hands slowly encircling the back of Murong Yi's neck, her fingers gently threading through his thick hair. At first, she responded to his kiss with a touch of shyness, but then gradually became bolder.

She deepened the kiss, her cherry lips parted slightly, and her tongue entwined with Murong Yi's. Her kiss carried the shyness of a young girl and the deep affection of a woman in love. This sudden initiative surprised Murong Yi slightly, but that surprise was instantly replaced by joy.

After a night of passionate love, they were completely immersed in this vortex of intertwined affection.

All the misunderstandings, suspicions, and pain of the past vanished in that one night. They seemed to be in a world that belonged only to each other, expressing their love and longing for one another with passionate kisses and tender caresses. Outside the window, the moonlight, like water, spilled onto the windowpanes, as if silently blessing this couple who had finally found happiness after enduring so much hardship.

Murong Yi hugged her tightly and whispered "I love you" in her ear. Lin Qianqian nestled in his arms with a happy smile, her lips slightly upturned, and peacefully drifted off to sleep, as if all the beauty in the world had stopped at this moment.