MTL - Marrying The Villain-Chapter 68 jam

Couch?

Yu Lingxi blinked her eyelashes very slowly, she was familiar with this.

Besides, she was really tired.

Yu Lingxi got up, took off the cloak and carefully hung it on the wooden frame at the side, let her black hair hang down her waist, and climbed onto the couch from the other side.

Ning Yin glanced at her slumped waist, and before she had tasted enough, she saw her roll over, and rolled lightly into the quilt, leaving only the tip of her nose and clear eyes.

The movements were all done together, and even the hair was neatly placed on both sides of the pillow.

Ning Yin was speechless for a long while.

For a moment, he actually felt that the scene in front of him seemed to have been seen a long time ago, and it was extremely familiar.

The hall was filled with warmth, and the smell of blood oozing out from her body was in stark contrast to the faint scent of flowers on the girl's body.

Ning Yin frowned in disgust, got up and went to the clean room next door to take a shower.

The door opened, and the ground was covered with snow and light.

The door closed, and the sound of wind and snow stopped.

Ning Yin went to the corridor and called for the broken halberd.

"Three hundred corpses of Wang Lingqing will be whipped and slaughtered for public display." He said coldly.

It was a bit of an accident to break the halberd, and it was already a heavy punishment to make Wang Lingqing "devastated". Unexpectedly, even the corpse would not be spared, which shows that the master was really angry.

Folding his halberd and cupping his fists, he wondered: What stupidity did Wang Lingqing do to offend His Highness?

In the bedroom, Yu Lingxi lay motionless.

As soon as Ning Yin left, the whole hall fell silent.

She relaxed and yawned.

After all, the little lunatic in this life has a bit of humanity, and he doesn't have so many hobbies in his previous life. He doesn't even know that he can't wear clothes on the serious "warm couch", and has to use his delicate skin to warm himself.

He was dressed neatly, and he didn't say anything, which was very coaxing.

The corners of Yu Lingxi's mouth curled up, and she turned her body inward, her clamorous heart finally settled down.

I have been worrying about the palace change for a long time, and it is exhausting.

She closed her eyelashes, and fell into a gentle dream within a short while.

When Ning Yin entered the hall with a fresh and damp body, Yu Lingxi had already fallen asleep.

He stood beside the couch, his black hair was loose, and his large, firm and cold white chest was exposed, and he didn't feel cold.

Yu Lingxi always likes to sleep on her side, curled up slightly, her shoulders are slender and thin, she is as quiet as a shy flower.

Ning Yin leaned over, took Yu Lingxi's shoulders, and stared at her face for a long time.

She fell into a deep sleep and didn't even wake up.

Tsk, what a big heart.

Ning Yin blew on her eyelashes, and seeing that there was no movement, she picked up the ointment on the side and rubbed it on her wound.

Then he lifted the quilt to get on the couch, adjusted his posture, and wrapped his warm and soft body in his arms.

Raising his sleeve to extinguish the candle, he folded his arms expressionlessly and folded them into two matching bows with her.

…

Yu Lingxi felt as if she was going to suffocate.

Her waist seemed to be bound by a pair of iron clamps, and she couldn't break free and couldn't escape, causing her to have a nightmare all night.

When he woke up, it was broad daylight, the quilt beside the bed was cold, and Ning Yin was no longer there.

She rubbed her eyelashes, only to find that the scar on her wrist had subsided a lot, the pain was gone, and there was still a faint scent of medicine.

Yu Lingxi woke up attentively, the broken wedding dress was still lying on the ground, reminding her of the **** turmoil yesterday and the thieves who broke into the mansion, everything was like a dream.

I didn't see anyone all night, so I don't know what happened to my family members.

When Yu Lingxi got up, several low-key and introverted palace maids brought copper basins, clothes and other things into the hall one after another, lined up.

The leading maid gave a salute and said, "Girl, please stay here, wash and have a meal."

Yu Lingxi got down on the bed and took a look, and saw that the clothes, skirts and capes in the tray were all available, except for the hairpin that was missing.

"Is something missing?" she asked.

"Back to the girl, there is no less."

The leading maid said, "This is what His Highness ordered."

What does Ning Yin mean?

This is the matter of the jade hairpin that was mentioned yesterday, and it hit him sorely, so a little "punishment"?

But he clearly forbade her to go home to get it, Yu Lingxi didn't quite understand.

The maid put down her things and left, her attitude was more than respectful, but she was not warm, presumably she really regarded her as the servant girl of Israel's servants.

Yu Lingxi had no choice but to pick up an ivory chopstick on the table, and simply put it in a low bun, matching it with the apricot red winter clothes and skirt, which was quite feminine.

After eating, she tried to poke her head out of the bedroom.

The green eaves hid the snow, and the cold fog was thick. The servant stood bowed in the corridor, and no one stopped her.

So she became more courageous, put on her skirt and walked out the door, wandering around the mansion.

The snow is very thick, and as far as the eye can see is a vast expanse of white, but some familiar outlines can still be discerned.

Yu Lingxi called a servant who was passing by with an empty food box, and asked, "Where is your Highness?"

The servant stepped aside and said respectfully, "Your Highness is handling affairs in the side hall."

Yu Lingxi thanked her, and walked towards the side hall without hindrance.

It's strange, it's obviously the first time for me to come to this mansion of Ning Yin, why am I so familiar with the bricks and tiles here?

After walking to the side hall, Yu Lingxi understood where this sense of familiarity came from.

This mansion is obviously the embryonic form of the Prince Regent's mansion in the previous life, and even the decoration of the side hall is almost exactly the same as in the previous life.

Ning Yin was dressed in a deep purple brocade robe, her black hair was half **** with a jade crown, and she was leaning on the couch with a memorial to observe.

Seeing the beauty quietly poking her head at the door, Ning Yin's thin lips tugged and called, "Come here."

Yu Lingxi walked in boldly, her skirt fluttered as she moved, and two strands of hair hung down her ears, adding a bit of tenderness and beauty to her.

She was ingenious and used ivory chopsticks to tie her hair into a bun.

The small punishment made her play well.

The beauty has already walked in front of her, and seeing that there are no extra chairs and stools, she naturally sits on the other side of the table.

In front of Ning Yin was a plate of golden and sweet steamed chestnut flour cake, and a cup of bright red hawthorn jam.

She rolled her almond eyes, as clean and bright as when she was in the Yu Mansion, and she took the initiative to talk: "Have you eaten, Your Highness?"

Ning Yin didn't answer, she withdrew her gaze, and threw the memorial into the charcoal basin.

Seeing the flames rising and turning the thing into black ashes, Fang smoothly pushed the chestnut flour cake on the desk to Yu Lingxi.

Yu Lingxi thought that Ning Yin gave her chestnut flour cake. Although she had just had breakfast and was not hungry, she politely picked up a piece, dipped it in sweet and sour hawthorn jam, put it in her mouth and took a bite .

Ning Yin stared at her, her expression became subtle.

He raised his pretty eyes and asked, "You were sent to my palace, what exactly are you here for?"

Yu Lingxi was startled, and then realized that she was a "gift" offered to curry favor.

I've been a lady for so long, I almost forgot what it's like to serve others.

Yu Lingxi smiled generously, without the slightest intention of being a "gift".

Anyway, only these few days of free life can be passed, it is better to enjoy yourself in time.

"Okay."

She put down the half-eaten pastry, twisted another piece and handed it to Ning Yin's mouth, "Please, Your Highness."

Ning Yin changed her posture and said critically: "There is no dipping sauce."

Yu Lingxi had no choice but to dip in the jam carefully, and as soon as she sent it over, Ning Yin grabbed her by the wrist.

No effort, the warm palm pressed against her bruise, a little itchy.

"It's not like that."

Ning Yin laughed, picked up a piece of hawthorn sauce with her index finger with the other hand, and slowly spread it all over Yu Lingxi's soft lips.

Yu Lingxi's lips were plump and beautiful. They were painted with bright red jam, as if they had been covered with a layer of glossy lip balm, which made her white skin even more charming.

When Ning Yin approached, Yu Lingxi forgot to breathe for a moment, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

I saw him leaning over, first touching the two tempting slices of sweetness with his lips, and then tracing with the tip of his tongue, slowly licking off the hawthorn sauce bit by bit.

Ning Yin lowered her eyelashes, deliberately slowed down her movements, delicate and long, as if she tasted more than just jam.

"Your Highness, Xue Shilang and Xue Erlang are asking to see you."

The servant's voice came from afar from the front of the steps.

Yu Lingxi woke up from the enchantment and was about to retreat, but Ning Yin held her down and hugged her into her arms.

Ning Yin opened her eyes, and the color of her eyes became darker.

During the interval of breathing, Yu Lingxi heard him say in a hoarse voice, "Xuan."

Xuan?

Yu Lingxi didn't want to meet Xue Cen in this situation—to be precise, she didn't want to face the marriage she managed to escape for a short time.

The hall door was wide open, footsteps could be heard from the corridor, but Ning Yin still showed no signs of stopping.

Different from the gentle wind and drizzle just now, this time it seemed to have gone beyond the scope of tasting hawthorn sauce. The hot breath was like a whirlpool, pulling Yu Lingxi down.

"rather…"

Yu Lingxi put her hand on Ning Yin's thick chest and pushed it, but it didn't move.

What does Ning Yin want to do?

Her eyes were wide open, her heart was beating wildly, and her blood was swollen and painful.

The sound of footsteps is like stepping on the heart, each sound is closer.

However, Ning Yin's hand moved upwards, grabbing the back of her head forcefully, as if eating away her soul.

He is crazy, and he wants to drag her crazy together.

Yu Lingxi tensed up, her whole body was on fire.

Her heart was beating like a drum and she couldn't breathe.

The sound of footsteps had already reached the entrance of the hall, her mind went blank, and she clenched Ning Yin's skirt tightly.

Ning Yin raised her hand, and the half-rolled gauze curtain in front of her fell down, blocking the view from the outside.

Almost at the same time, Xue Song and Xue Cen stepped in.