Chapter 1293 - You're Still Thinking of a French Kiss?
Chapter 1293: You’re Still Thinking of a French Kiss?
Murong Jiancheng had just ascended the throne and was busy administering the country. He simply had no time to communicate with her, let alone coax her, so he just assumed that giving her some time would be the best thing to do.
Though she seemed like a seductive and passionate type from the outside, she was extremely romantic inside. She had an easy-going personality and would be easy to coax.
But he hadn’t expected her to keep low for the rest of her pregnancy, giving birth to his son and completing her confinement period. The day that she could get off the bed, she put on a black cloak and left, not leaving a single word for him at all.
He chased after her till it was a thousand miles away from the Palace. But she just disappeared before his eyes.
She didn’t turn back for him.
She was decisive, leaving without giving him a chance, not even leaving him some ground to reconcile their relationship.
Like that, she had gone for 24 years.
Murong Jiancheng pushed her away. “Stop messing around.”
Bei Yuewu looked at him, the corners of his lips had been bitten by her, blood rushing out of the wound. It had been so long and now he was in his 40s, a dignified and mature man.
She loved it when he was old-fashioned. Countless girls were head over heels for him back then, but he was just like a block of wood who knew nothing about love and lust. He really wasted that suave appearance and powerful status of his.
Back then, she had fallen for this block of wood.
A smile suddenly graced her lips and Bei Yuewu leaned closer, her tongue licking the blood around the corners of his lips.
Murong Jiancheng’s breathing started to quicken, but he continued protesting, “Aren’t you going to stop?”
“You’re a hypocrite. You claim to not want it but your body is really honest!” Bei Yuewu swayed her hips against him again.
Thump. Murong Jiancheng pulled her over, wanting to kiss her lips.
But Bei Yuewu avoided him and he froze.
“Are you so open now? We’re outdoors, you really want to have outdoor sex?”
With her reminder, Murong Jiancheng’s ears turned red.
Bei Yuewu still loved him for his innocent ways. If she hadn’t married him, he would probably only know one position in bed. This hypocrite Dongfang Wanqing really lucked out.
She grabbed his reddened ears and ordered, “Carry me to the room.”
“…”
Murong Jiancheng was frustrated, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He had planned to teach her a lesson after getting hold of her but things completely spiraled out of his control. She was so good at seducing men, not changing her ways even after many years and now she had the upper hand.
Again.
It was ludicrous. He was Murong Jianxheng and reigned over an entire country, how could he let her climb over his head and grab his ears?
“Let go! What if someone sees us?!”
“I’m not letting go. I want my husband to carry me!”
“…”
Murong Jiancheng wanted to push her down, but she wrapped herself around him like an Enhydris, rekindling his dormant desires.
Why didn’t she seem to have aged at all?
Murong Jiancheng looked at her face while holding her waist. If anything, he found her to still be as charming and attractive as she was before.
Stretching out his legs, he carried her directly into the room.
…
In the room, Murong Jiancheng placed Bei Yuewu on the bed.
She looked around her surroundings, this was the same room from all those years ago. Nothing had changed and he continued sleeping in this room all these years. There were a set of pillows on the bed and she found them to be strangely familiar. It seemed to be the pillows they used when they were married.
There was a clean, masculine scent in the blankets, there wasn’t any other smell belonging to anyone else. It pervaded all of her senses.
Bei Yuewu’s gaze turned gentle. Taking one pillow, she buried her face in it and started reminiscing about the past.
Murong Jiancheng looked at her. She was lying on her stomach and the manservant outfit was too big on her, sliding down one side of her shoulder and her red bodice could be seen.
She had an amazing figure, with feminine curves in all the right places and fair skin. She was the owner of Ah Jiao’s Room, and as the legendary vixen, she was incredibly seductive even when she did nothing, just lying down with her curvy hips and long legs.
Good lord. Murong Jiancheng could feel his blood rushing, his nose was almost going to bleed.
It was then that Bei Yuewu looked over at him. “Why are you standing there? Come over.”
She patted the space beside her.
Murong Jiancheng hesitated for a bit. He shouldn’t do this, things shouldn’t be happening like this.
So he stood beside the bed, not moving. With a stern voice, he said, “Can we now talk about your mistake? If you didn’t run away and make me chase after you, Ming’er wouldn’t have gone missing. Country A lost her Crown Prince and this caused political instability. From then on, the power was divided among the dukes and rivalry continued, even until today. Bei Yuewu, do you admit that you’re wrong?”
Sitting up with wide eyes, Bei Yuewu looked him straight in the eye. “Murong Jiancheng, you’re really muddle-headed. You’re obsessed over me escaping back then, but you didn’t investigate who took Ming’er away while you were out of the Palace. Shouldn’t you have expended resources to find the culprit behind it?”
Murong Jiancheng’s brows knitted in consternation. Back then, he had executed hundreds of people just to find out the identity of the person who abducted Ming’er. It was only then that he could get some form of closure.
“What do you mean?”
Bei Yuewu raised her brows. “Dongfang Wanqing!”
Murong Jiancheng’s almond-shaped eyes sharpened. “Why are you mentioning Wanqing again? It can’t possibly be her.”
“Let’s not talk about it anymore.” Bei Yuewu got off the bed, helping him take off the black coat he was wearing.
Murong Jiancheng held her hand. “You can just talk with your mouth, there’s no need for you to move your hands all around me.”
But Bei Yuewu continued taking off his coat, as if those hands of hers had a mind of their own. With her hands on his chest, she pushed him and he fell onto the bed.
Then she got on the bed and lay down in his arms. “I will never use my mouth if I can just use my hands.”
“…”
Forget it. Murong Jiancheng knew that she was the best at arguing and he would never be able to win so he just let it go. Now that she was in his arms, behaving well and not arguing with him, he enjoyed it exceedingly.
Possibly too much.
He used to love her, he loved her for her gentleness and how passionate she could get.
“Murong Jiancheng, don’t you miss me?” Bei Yuewu stretched her finger out, drawing circles on his muscular chest.
“I don’t miss you,” Murong Jiancheng answered without even giving a second thought.
“You really don’t?” Bei Yuewu’s hand traveled down, even lifting her head to kiss his chin.
Murong Jiancheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed, he rolled over, pinning her underneath him. Then he leaned closer, kissing her on the lips.
Bei Yuewu didn’t push him away, hugging his neck instead.
It was a closed-mouth kiss before Murong Jiancheng tried to push his tongue inside her mouth.
This time, Bei Yuewu pushed him away. “How old are you now, you’re still thinking of a French kiss?”