Chapter 470 - Jealousy, Came out of nowhere (2/2)
Feng Yuran couldn’t help accelerating his breath and staring at her keenly. Before Mo Xuetong reacted, he directly reached out, pressed her back on the couch, and covered on her body. His lips attached to hers, and blocked her exclamation which was about to come out of her mouth.
Her lips were sweet and fragrant, not the smell of rouge but a faint natural floral fragrance, which made his breath more and more rapid.
Mo Xuetong’s face seemed to be burning, and she did not expect that he would be so impulsive. Just now, they still had a nice talk, but how could he now be so… She tried to push him, but he seized her tender hands to put them on top of her head. She only felt she was soaked in his masculine smell, and almost collapsed with embarra.s.sment under his body. Her mind, which used to be well-organized, went blank at that moment. Nothing but pa.s.sion burnt her from head to toe, and she did not know how to react…
Feng Yuran held her tightly and kissed her intently. A sense of accomplishment suddenly ran through him when her soft and tender body was beneath him.
Hugging her in reality, kissing her in reality, and even the real touch that filled the vacancy in his heart, made him involuntarily let out a low sigh. If he had known that she could be so obedient today, he should not have said too much just now, but be domineering and he could have kissed her already.
The woman in his arms never took the initiative. Even though sometimes she got ablush and her heart beat fast, she did not dare to look at him, but still pretended to be calm and restrained. If he just followed her steps, he could get nothing, not even a kiss. Looking at the slight flush on her white face, Feng Yuran was overjoyed and kissed her more intently.
Mo Xuetong almost suffocated from the kiss, only finding it difficult to breathe. Her chest was palpitating sharply. The moment she felt she was about to lose breath, he released her finally. He reached out to pull her on his body, while he lay on the bed, panting hard.
He was hot. Lying on him, Mo Xuetong could sense the changes of his body, which made her even more ashamed. She drilled into his arms with a red face, and dared not move or speak again. She knew how dangerous it was at this time. If he had not restrained himself, she and he would not remain what they were now.
She was his legitimate wife through a formal wedding. She knew he loved her and he had no other women besides her. In fact, he did not need to forbear himself. But for her, for her to observe mourning for her mother, he had to control himself. They stayed with each other day after day, and she could feel that he tried his best to keep restrained. She knew he was a person with strong self-control, and he controlled himself for her…
But looking at him, it… Mo Xuetong did not know how long he could control himself!
She closed her eyes tightly, but couldn’t help thinking the women in his back garden. Mo Xuetong once saw them in the distance. They’re either tender, pretty, beautiful, charming, or elegant, so forth… Those women were good-looking with nice figures. Had they been kissed by him like this?
Had their lips been so keenly lit? Although most of the women were said to be secret spies sent by other manors, he actually took in a few of them himself, or had they had such a relations.h.i.+p with him…
The thought disgusted her, and her mouth pouted involuntarily. She hated the thought, and even hated the pictures that she drew in her mind that those women pandered to him under his body. The feeling depressed her a lot.
She had never had such an idea before. But since the idea emerged, its sporadic fragments were joined into clear pictures one after one and flashed in front of Mo Xuetong’s eyes. The pictures were so messy and staggered that the flush on her face faded away immediately, making her almost breathless.
That feeling was annoying and disgusting…
Sensing Mo Xuetong’s stiffness and coldness, he turned his handsome head to her and asked, “Tong’er?”
“Your Highness, I’m not feeling well. If you want to find a woman, go to the back garden.” The words burst out with a little resentment.
“Why did you mention them?” Feng Yuran blinked his eyes, confused. Obviously, he did not get it.
“Why not mention them? Those people are being restrained in the back garden. It is not a permanent arrangement. You should give a plan, otherwise, will you plan to restrain them for life? How about picking some out and opening a new garden for them? Then, arrange some people to serve them so that Your Highness can have a place to go if you want.”
Mo Xuetong said sourly and yanked the clothes on his chest. Overwhelmed with a grievance, she said it out without thinking, regardless of whether it sounded hurtful or not.
Feng Yuran calmed down his excited pant gradually. He was at a loss by her sudden anger at first, but soon found the key point in Mo Xuetong’s depressed voice. Then, he smiled and pulled Mo Xuetong’s hair till Mo Xuetong grabbed the hair with pain, and she tried to seize his hand ferociously. He said in a leisurely manner, “Tong’er, are you jealous?”
He could not conceal his amus.e.m.e.nt in his voice.
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