Chapter 60: King Meng Yuan [III]
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Meng Yuan's cold fingers stroked her cheek, and she felt a little awake.
"Meng Yuan, hurry up." Zhao Ling was about to cry. Could he stop looking at her with such gentle eyes, could he stay away from him when she was not completely out of control? She was afraid that she would not be able to bear it, so she threw him down desperately.
Meng Yuan saw bloodstains on her raised left arm, his face turned cold in an instant, and his anger was mixed with deep distress.
Yin Zhan, this king will surely make you regret it.
He lowered his head and leaned closer, kissing the bloodstains gently. The gentle and moist touch made Zhao Ling tremble uncontrollably.
"Meng Yuan, don't."
But to Meng Yuan's hearing, this rejection was so powerless, it seemed like a kind of refusal and welcome. His eyes darkened, he left her arm, and turned to place a light kiss on her forehead.
Meng Yuan, you bastard! Zhao Ling cursed inwardly. What time was it, you still wanted to tempt me? Do you know how much this girl had suffered in order to endure the poison of Bi Luohua that killed like a thousand knives?
"Get out of the way!" Zhao Ling glared at Meng Yuan angrily and said through gritted teeth.
Meng Yuan smiled softly. "Ling'er, you are so beautiful." He approached Zhao Ling's ear, his voice was low and hoarse, with a natural charm that made Zhao Ling unable to extricate herself from the fall.
She seemed to know what Meng Yuan was going to do next. If he went ahead, the poison would kill him. With faint tears in her eyes, she used all her self-control to push him away. "Go away, or you'll die."
Meng Yuan's eyes were as gentle as water. "Ling'er, don't be afraid, we will be fine."
After saying that, he kissed her lips.
When the two lips touched, Zhao Ling let out a satisfied "um". This light hum was like a catalyst, and Meng Yuan's self-control collapsed in an instant.
He deepened the kiss gradually, with a force that couldn't be denied.
"Meng Yuan, don't." Zhao Ling murmured while retaining the last trace of her sobriety.
"Call me Ah Yuan." Meng Yuan bit her earlobe lightly and said dissatisfiedly.
Zhao Ling trembled all over, and couldn't help but murmured. "Ah Yuan."
Hearing her intimate whisper, Meng Yuan's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand slightly, the bed curtain slowly lowered, separating the charming scenery inside the tent...
"Ling'er, Ling'er." Zhao Ling could only hear his low, hoarse voice whispering in his ears. When Meng Yuan made a little effort to break through the last line of defense between the two, she finally couldn't resist her body's instinct, raised her hand around his neck, and a line of tears fell from the corner of her eyes.
When Zhao Ling regained consciousness and woke up, she opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar top of the bed, and was stunned for a moment. What was this place?
She remembered that she was hiding in the cave of Wuji Sect, and it seemed that Meng Yuan had found her. What happened afterward? Why are you lying here?
Zhao Ling tapped her head and tried to get up, but she felt pain and weakness all over her body. She was startled, but the memory flooded in like a tide at this moment.
Last night, she and Meng Yuan had...
She turned her head to the side, and next to her was Meng Yuan's handsome sleeping face.
Looking at him up close, this guy was simply handsome, despite being unreasonable atimes. Three-dimensional features, clear contours, perfect lip shape, and long eyelashes. Unexpectedly, the always cold and stern King Xuan looks like a child when he falls asleep, looking innocent and cute.
The corners of Zhao Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and she was stunned for a while.
But why was he sleeping like an innocent corpse?
She suddenly remembered the method of detoxification that Yin Zhan said at that time, and she was shocked. Could it be that her poison has been transferred to Meng Yuan?
She leaned in and probed for his breath. He was breathing evenly and should be fine. But why wasn't he awake yet?
"Meng Yuan, Meng Yuan." Zhao Ling called softly.
But Meng Yuan seemed to be having a very beautiful dream and never wanted to wake up.
She was a little flustered. She didn't understand the toxicity of Bi Luohua, and she wasn't sure whether her poison was really extradited to Meng Yuan.
She quickly got out of bed and got dressed, before shouting out, "Someone."
Chang Dong and Situ Gong, who had been guarding the door all night, were in a drowsy state when they suddenly heard a call from inside, stood up immediately, pushed open the door and walked in.
Zhao Ling saw Situ Gong, her eyes lit up, and she quickly said to him, "Mr. Situ, you came just in time. Come and have a look, what's wrong with your lord?"
Situ Gong took the order and stepped forward a few steps to check Meng Yuan's pulse. After a long while, he withdrew his hand and pondered.
"How's the situation? Was the prince poisoned by Biluohua?" Zhao Ling asked anxiously when he saw that he was silent.
Situ Gong shook his head, "Please rest assured, princess. The cold poison in Wang Ye's body is extremely toxic, and it can suppress the toxicity of Bi Luo Hua. So, in a certain respect, Wang Ye's current physique can be said to be invulnerable to all poisons."
It was because of knowing this that Situ Gong was relieved to let Meng Yuan detoxify Zhao Ling last night.
"Then why didn't he wake up?" Zhao Ling was puzzled.
"Your Highness is fine." Situ Gonglue replied a little embarrassedly, "It's just... too tired."
What? too tired? When Zhao Ling heard the words, she only felt a boom in her brain, and two red clouds rose on her face.
Wasn't it because she was too needy last night that she tired out Meng Yuan, the detoxifier?
Thinking about this, Zhao Ling felt that she had never been so embarrassed in her life.
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Meng Yuan's cold fingers stroked her cheek, and she felt a little awake.
"Meng Yuan, hurry up." Zhao Ling was about to cry. Could he stop looking at her with such gentle eyes, could he stay away from him when she was not completely out of control? She was afraid that she would not be able to bear it, so she threw him down desperately.
Meng Yuan saw bloodstains on her raised left arm, his face turned cold in an instant, and his anger was mixed with deep distress.
Yin Zhan, this king will surely make you regret it.
He lowered his head and leaned closer, kissing the bloodstains gently. The gentle and moist touch made Zhao Ling tremble uncontrollably.
"Meng Yuan, don't."
But to Meng Yuan's hearing, this rejection was so powerless, it seemed like a kind of refusal and welcome. His eyes darkened, he left her arm, and turned to place a light kiss on her forehead.
Meng Yuan, you bastard! Zhao Ling cursed inwardly. What time was it, you still wanted to tempt me? Do you know how much this girl had suffered in order to endure the poison of Bi Luohua that killed like a thousand knives?
"Get out of the way!" Zhao Ling glared at Meng Yuan angrily and said through gritted teeth.
Meng Yuan smiled softly. "Ling'er, you are so beautiful." He approached Zhao Ling's ear, his voice was low and hoarse, with a natural charm that made Zhao Ling unable to extricate herself from the fall.
She seemed to know what Meng Yuan was going to do next. If he went ahead, the poison would kill him. With faint tears in her eyes, she used all her self-control to push him away. "Go away, or you'll die."
Meng Yuan's eyes were as gentle as water. "Ling'er, don't be afraid, we will be fine."
After saying that, he kissed her lips.
When the two lips touched, Zhao Ling let out a satisfied "um". This light hum was like a catalyst, and Meng Yuan's self-control collapsed in an instant.
He deepened the kiss gradually, with a force that couldn't be denied.
"Meng Yuan, don't." Zhao Ling murmured while retaining the last trace of her sobriety.
"Call me Ah Yuan." Meng Yuan bit her earlobe lightly and said dissatisfiedly.
Zhao Ling trembled all over, and couldn't help but murmured. "Ah Yuan."
Hearing her intimate whisper, Meng Yuan's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand slightly, the bed curtain slowly lowered, separating the charming scenery inside the tent...
"Ling'er, Ling'er." Zhao Ling could only hear his low, hoarse voice whispering in his ears. When Meng Yuan made a little effort to break through the last line of defense between the two, she finally couldn't resist her body's instinct, raised her hand around his neck, and a line of tears fell from the corner of her eyes.
When Zhao Ling regained consciousness and woke up, she opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar top of the bed, and was stunned for a moment. What was this place?
She remembered that she was hiding in the cave of Wuji Sect, and it seemed that Meng Yuan had found her. What happened afterward? Why are you lying here?
Zhao Ling tapped her head and tried to get up, but she felt pain and weakness all over her body. She was startled, but the memory flooded in like a tide at this moment.
Last night, she and Meng Yuan had...
She turned her head to the side, and next to her was Meng Yuan's handsome sleeping face.
Looking at him up close, this guy was simply handsome, despite being unreasonable atimes. Three-dimensional features, clear contours, perfect lip shape, and long eyelashes. Unexpectedly, the always cold and stern King Xuan looks like a child when he falls asleep, looking innocent and cute.
The corners of Zhao Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and she was stunned for a while.
But why was he sleeping like an innocent corpse?
She suddenly remembered the method of detoxification that Yin Zhan said at that time, and she was shocked. Could it be that her poison has been transferred to Meng Yuan?
She leaned in and probed for his breath. He was breathing evenly and should be fine. But why wasn't he awake yet?
"Meng Yuan, Meng Yuan." Zhao Ling called softly.
But Meng Yuan seemed to be having a very beautiful dream and never wanted to wake up.
She was a little flustered. She didn't understand the toxicity of Bi Luohua, and she wasn't sure whether her poison was really extradited to Meng Yuan.
She quickly got out of bed and got dressed, before shouting out, "Someone."
Chang Dong and Situ Gong, who had been guarding the door all night, were in a drowsy state when they suddenly heard a call from inside, stood up immediately, pushed open the door and walked in.
Zhao Ling saw Situ Gong, her eyes lit up, and she quickly said to him, "Mr. Situ, you came just in time. Come and have a look, what's wrong with your lord?"
Situ Gong took the order and stepped forward a few steps to check Meng Yuan's pulse. After a long while, he withdrew his hand and pondered.
"How's the situation? Was the prince poisoned by Biluohua?" Zhao Ling asked anxiously when he saw that he was silent.
Situ Gong shook his head, "Please rest assured, princess. The cold poison in Wang Ye's body is extremely toxic, and it can suppress the toxicity of Bi Luo Hua. So, in a certain respect, Wang Ye's current physique can be said to be invulnerable to all poisons."
It was because of knowing this that Situ Gong was relieved to let Meng Yuan detoxify Zhao Ling last night.
"Then why didn't he wake up?" Zhao Ling was puzzled.
"Your Highness is fine." Situ Gonglue replied a little embarrassedly, "It's just... too tired."
What? too tired? When Zhao Ling heard the words, she only felt a boom in her brain, and two red clouds rose on her face.
Wasn't it because she was too needy last night that she tired out Meng Yuan, the detoxifier?
Thinking about this, Zhao Ling felt that she had never been so embarrassed in her life.
Meng Yuan's cold fingers stroked her cheek, and she felt a little awake. "Meng Yuan, hurry up." Zhao Ling was about to cry. Could he stop looking at her with such gentle eyes, could he stay away from him when she was not completely out of control? She was afraid that she would not be able to bear it, so she threw him down desperately. Meng Yuan saw bloodstains on her raised left arm, his face turned cold in an instant, and his anger was mixed with deep distress. Yin Zhan, this king will surely make you regret it. He lowered his head and leaned closer, kissing the bloodstains gently. The gentle and moist touch made Zhao Ling tremble uncontrollably. "Meng Yuan, don't." But to Meng Yuan's hearing, this rejection was so powerless, it seemed like a kind of refusal and welcome. His eyes darkened, he left her arm, and turned to place a light kiss on her forehead. Meng Yuan, you bastard! Zhao Ling cursed inwardly. What time was it, you still wanted to tempt me? Do you know how much this girl had suffered in order to endure the poison of Bi Luohua that killed like a thousand knives? "Get out of the way!" Zhao Ling glared at Meng Yuan angrily and said through gritted teeth. Meng Yuan smiled softly. "Ling'er, you are so beautiful." He approached Zhao Ling's ear, his voice was low and hoarse, with a natural charm that made Zhao Ling unable to extricate herself from the fall. She seemed to know what Meng Yuan was going to do next. If he went ahead, the poison would kill him. With faint tears in her eyes, she used all her self-control to push him away. "Go away, or you'll die." Meng Yuan's eyes were as gentle as water. "Ling'er, don't be afraid, we will be fine." After saying that, he kissed her lips. When the two lips touched, Zhao Ling let out a satisfied "um". This light hum was like a catalyst, and Meng Yuan's self-control collapsed in an instant. He deepened the kiss gradually, with a force that couldn't be denied. "Meng Yuan, don't." Zhao Ling murmured while retaining the last trace of her sobriety. "Call me Ah Yuan." Meng Yuan bit her earlobe lightly and said dissatisfiedly. Zhao Ling trembled all over, and couldn't help but murmured. "Ah Yuan." Hearing her intimate whisper, Meng Yuan's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand slightly, the bed curtain slowly lowered, separating the charming scenery inside the tent... "Ling'er, Ling'er." Zhao Ling could only hear his low, hoarse voice whispering in his ears. When Meng Yuan made a little effort to break through the last line of defense between the two, she finally couldn't resist her body's instinct, raised her hand around his neck, and a line of tears fell from the corner of her eyes. When Zhao Ling regained consciousness and woke up, she opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar top of the bed, and was stunned for a moment. What was this place? She remembered that she was hiding in the cave of Wuji Sect, and it seemed that Meng Yuan had found her. What happened afterward? Why are you lying here? Zhao Ling tapped her head and tried to get up, but she felt pain and weakness all over her body. She was startled, but the memory flooded in like a tide at this moment. Last night, she and Meng Yuan had... She turned her head to the side, and next to her was Meng Yuan's handsome sleeping face. Looking at him up close, this guy was simply handsome, despite being unreasonable atimes. Three-dimensional features, clear contours, perfect lip shape, and long eyelashes. Unexpectedly, the always cold and stern King Xuan looks like a child when he falls asleep, looking innocent and cute. The corners of Zhao Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and she was stunned for a while. But why was he sleeping like an innocent corpse? She suddenly remembered the method of detoxification that Yin Zhan said at that time, and she was shocked. Could it be that her poison has been transferred to Meng Yuan? She leaned in and probed for his breath. He was breathing evenly and should be fine. But why wasn't he awake yet? "Meng Yuan, Meng Yuan." Zhao Ling called softly. But Meng Yuan seemed to be having a very beautiful dream and never wanted to wake up. She was a little flustered. She didn't understand the toxicity of Bi Luohua, and she wasn't sure whether her poison was really extradited to Meng Yuan. She quickly got out of bed and got dressed, before shouting out, "Someone." Chang Dong and Situ Gong, who had been guarding the door all night, were in a drowsy state when they suddenly heard a call from inside, stood up immediately, pushed open the door and walked in. Zhao Ling saw Situ Gong, her eyes lit up, and she quickly said to him, "Mr. Situ, you came just in time. Come and have a look, what's wrong with your lord?" Situ Gong took the order and stepped forward a few steps to check Meng Yuan's pulse. After a long while, he withdrew his hand and pondered. "How's the situation? Was the prince poisoned by Biluohua?" Zhao Ling asked anxiously when he saw that he was silent. Situ Gong shook his head, "Please rest assured, princess. The cold poison in Wang Ye's body is extremely toxic, and it can suppress the toxicity of Bi Luo Hua. So, in a certain respect, Wang Ye's current physique can be said to be invulnerable to all poisons." It was because of knowing this that Situ Gong was relieved to let Meng Yuan detoxify Zhao Ling last night. "Then why didn't he wake up?" Zhao Ling was puzzled. "Your Highness is fine." Situ Gonglue replied a little embarrassedly, "It's just... too tired." What? too tired? When Zhao Ling heard the words, she only felt a boom in her brain, and two red clouds rose on her face. Wasn't it because she was too needy last night that she tired out Meng Yuan, the detoxifier? Thinking about this, Zhao Ling felt that she had never been so embarrassed in her life.
