They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 219 Eavesdropping in a Dream

"Has our Chu Yu finally come to his senses? Of course, he's so incredibly handsome, it turns out that ordinary people can't catch your eye."

"Your Highness, please stop teasing me. Do you know what kind of person I am?"

"I know, no one can do what you did: see such a stunning beauty, tie her up, throw her on the bed, and then come out on their own."

"This is not something a strong woman would do."

"Good, good, what a remarkable woman. I'm starting to suspect that Chu Qiu inherited her emotional intelligence from you, one after another... Never mind, it's still early, shall we go to the rooftop for a couple of drinks?"

I do need to cool down now; a couple of glasses of chilled wine might bring me peace of mind.

Wu Ziyan and Mo Baiyun were lying on the same bed in the Holy Martial Division; both were wounded.

However, Mo Baiyun's main injury was to her leg, while the injury to her upper body was not serious. After applying the medicine, she felt much better.

Seeing Wu Ziyan lying there motionless, he had the idea of ​​teasing her.

He brushed her hair into her nose. Wu Ziyan wasn't actually asleep; she had just closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The hair brushed against her nose, making her want to sneeze, but she held it back.

After all, sneezing has a high cost; it could potentially reopen a wound.

With a hint of anger in her eyes, Mo Baiyun immediately let her hair down and asked.

"You've finished dealing with your own business, but you're not exactly busy enough, and you still have the nerve to mess with me here."

"No, I was just resting. I thought you looked so beautiful with your eyes closed, so I wanted to tease you a little."

"You're so different from how you are at home. You're more unruly here. Is it because I can't control you anymore?"

"But didn't you promise me, Master? If the matter is settled, you will spend a day with me alone."

"Today doesn't count, we'll start counting from tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, look how late it is outside, why don't we just go to sleep?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Baiyun immediately sent someone to wash up, since he was a wounded soldier and couldn't do it himself.

After washing up, they lay in bed again, and it was the first time Mo Baiyun had ever lay so quietly beside her.

It felt strange, but I felt at ease.

Wu Ziyan touched his face with her other hand: "Good boy, go to sleep."

"No, Master, it's still early."

"But we're both wounded, so going to bed early is good for our health."

"Actually, exercising before bed will help you sleep better."

"One of them is lame and the other is crippled, yet they're supposed to exercise and just argue?"

"Hey, this one's pretty good."

I don't know if his injuries are painful or what.

He leaned to the side, resting his head against Wu Ziyan's neck, and took a deep breath.

Then hot air blew up behind her ear, and Wu Ziyan felt her ear tickle.

"Master, I want to kiss you."

"Um"

She only made a "hmm" sound from her nose, and Mo Baiyun gently licked her earlobe with the tip of his tongue.

She shuddered; this kid…

She dared not move. He gently kissed the back of her ear, her neck, and her collarbone.

Her throat, her cheeks, her eyes!

She kept swallowing, feeling her mouth dry and her lower abdomen hot.

Her breathing gradually became uneven, and Mo Baiyun used his other hand to support her cheek and gently touch her lips.

You could feel how much he cherished each and every one of them.

She didn't dare to respond, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her back sweating, feeling an indescribable tingling sensation.

When Mo Baiyun pried open her lips, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

That soft, gentle voice seemed to ignite a fire of desire in Mo Baiyun's ears.

He cherished her, but with a hint of possessiveness, knowing that at this moment she belonged entirely to him.

It invaded every inch of the corner, chewy and sweet, and the tongue was surprisingly agile.

He kept swallowing, his cheeks burning.

His limbs were stiff, but he couldn't be; he knew very well that he remembered his identity.

He was tired and buried his face in her neck.

Every breath he took teased Wu Ziyan's heart; she was completely smitten.

Her hand stealthily slipped between his lower abdomen, and wow... it was amazing!

I never expected him to be so robust; you really can't judge a book by its cover.

The slightest touch sent a shiver through her body, even her voice changed: "Master, please don't..."

"I'll just hold it like this and go to sleep."

"Um……"

But how can anyone sleep like this? It keeps sliding up and down.

Mo Baiyun's muscles tensed up, and this time he gripped the bed sheet tightly.

He forced himself to speak, his voice hoarse: "Master, please don't."

"What's wrong with not wanting it?"

"do not stop."

Wu Ziyan's hands aren't machines either; they quickly became sore and numb. She stopped, saying, "I'm tired, my hands are sore."

"Let me give you a massage, Master."

He didn't indulge in pleasure; he still prioritized Wu Ziyan and quickly gave her a massage.

Wu Ziyan had done her exercise; she closed her eyes, calmed her breathing, and soon became calm.

Mo Baiyun listened to her calm breathing, then propped his head up with his hand and looked at her profile. She was really annoying.

His hand was still on her body, and he even tucked the corner of the blanket around her.

He touched her lips with his finger, his heart pounding with anxiety.

He couldn't resist and kissed her lips again, but this time she was asleep while he was awake.

He was aggressive, and her mouth loosened; he could even feel her sucking.

He immediately let go because he heard rustling sounds coming from outside the window.

This is the Holy Martial Division; there's no way a rat could have gotten in. He sat up straight and looked out the window.

"Owl, you're still hanging outside eavesdropping even though you're injured. It seems your injury isn't serious. Why don't you come in and take a look?"

There was no answer from outside, but after a while, there was a knock on the door, and then the sound of someone talking to a lark.

"Come in, push the door open quietly, the mistress is asleep."

The owl came in and looked at him with a jealous expression. What did that mean? Was she jealous of him and Wu Ziyan?

Or perhaps she was ashamed of being caught eavesdropping, for she spoke up: "How could you be in the same room as your lord!"

"She agreed, and they're even sleeping in the same bed. You're just jealous? I already told you there's no chance for you!"

"You, Diao Xiao, do you even remember your place? How could you overstep your bounds like this?"

"Hehe, it's actually quite enjoyable. You weren't just peeking around the corner to listen to these things, were you?"

"Is something wrong outside? You need to tell me right away, even if it's late at night."

"Wu Chengye will definitely target the Fourth Prince in court tomorrow morning."

"It's probably about Qi Zexuan and Qi Zeyun dying."

"Then the master cannot show his face for the time being, at least until the news reaches the Xiao Rong Kingdom."

"You can't go too far. You have to be careful not to overdo it. You need to know who's above you."

"If she knew about your relationship with the Lord, what would she think? She would absolutely not allow you two to be together!"

"But I insist on being with her. Are you suggesting my sister tell on me?"

"I'm just reminding you at all times."

"It's too late, sister. You should go to sleep. My master and I need to sleep too."

"Things that we can't do in reality, we may be able to meet in our dreams."

"Sister, why don't you go back and prop your pillow up a bit, so you can eavesdrop on us in your dreams?"