Marry a Villain ( 嫁反派 ) - Chapter 68

[Chapter 68 Chapter 68]

Warm couch?

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

Besides, she was really tired.

Yu Lingxi got up, took off his cloak and hung it carefully on the wooden frame beside him, letting Wufa meander down his waist, and climbed onto the couch from the other side.

Ning Yin’s eyes swept across her slumped waist, and before she could taste enough, she saw her roll over and lightly rolled into the quilt, leaving only the tip of her nose and clear eyes.

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

Ning Yin was speechless for a while.

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

The inside of the hall was filled with warmth, and the bloody smell on the body also seeped out, in stark contrast to the light floral fragrance on the girl’s body.

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

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The door closed, and the wind and snow stopped.

Ning Yin went down the corridor and summoned the halberd.

“Let Wang Lingqing whip three hundred corpses and show them to the public.” He said coldly.

Broken halberd was a bit unexpected, and Wang Lingqing’s “liver-brained” was already a severe punishment. Unexpectedly, even the corpse was not spared, indicating that the master was really angry.

Folding the halberd and clasping his fists, he wondered: What kind of stupidity did Wang Lingqing commit to offend His Highness?

In the bedroom, Yu Lingxi lay motionless.

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

She let go and yawned.

After all, the little madman in this life has a bit of humanity. He doesn’t have as many annoying hobbies in his previous life. He doesn’t know that a serious “warm couch” can’t wear clothes, and he has to use his delicate skin to warm it.

He was neatly dressed, and he didn’t say anything, so he was very coaxing.

The corners of Yu Lingxi’s mouth twitched, and she turned inward, her noisy heart finally calmed down.

Because of the palace change, I have been worried for a long time, and I am very tired.

She closed her eyelashes and fell into a gentle sleep after a while.

When Ning Yin entered the palace with a fresh body of moisture, Yu Lingxi was already asleep.

He stood on the edge of the couch, his black hair was loose, and his large, strong, 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, as quiet as a shy flower.

Ning Yin leaned over, turned over Yu Lingxi’s shoulder, and stared at her face for a long time.

She slept soundly and didn’t wake up.

Gee, really big heart.

Ning Yin blew 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 and put on the couch, adjusted his posture, and hugged the whole soft body in his arms.

Lifting his sleeves and extinguishing the candle, he closed his arms expressionlessly and folded them into two bows that fit together with her.

…

Yu Lingxi felt that she was about to suffocate.

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

When he woke up, it was already bright, the bedding was cold, and Ning Yin was no longer there.

She rubbed her eyelashes, but found that the scar on her wrist had swelled a lot, and the pain was no longer there, and there was still a faint medicinal fragrance.

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

I remember that I didn’t see anyone all night, and I don’t know what the family is anxious about.

When Yu Lingxi got up, a few low-key and restrained palace maids brought copper basins, clothes and other items into the palace one after another, lining up.

The head maid Fu Yi bowed and said, “Miss, please stay here to wash and dine.”

Yu Lingxi took a look at the bed, and saw that the clothes, skirts, and capes were all available in the tray, but the hairpin accessories were missing.

“Is something missing?” she asked.

“Back to the girl, no less.”

The leading palace maid said, “This is what Your Highness ordered.”

What does Ning Yin mean?

This is the matter of the hosta that I mentioned yesterday, and it pokes him in the sore spot, so is it a little “punishment”?

But he clearly did not allow her to go home to fetch it, and Yu Lingxi didn’t quite understand it.

The palace maid put down her things and left. She was more than respectful, but not enthusiastic. She must have really regarded her as the favored maid of Israel’s servants.

Yu Lingxi had no choice but to pick up an ivory chopstick on the table, and simply pulled up a low bun, matching it with apricot red winter clothes and skirts.

After the meal, she tried to stick her head out of the bedroom.

The green eaves hide the snow, the cold fog is shrouded in mist, and the servants bowed and stood under the porch, and no one stopped her.

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

The snow was so thick that everything was white as far as the eye could see, but some familiar outlines could still be discerned.

Yu Lingxi called out a servant who was passing by with an empty food box and asked, “How about your highness?”

The servant stepped aside and said respectfully, “His Royal Highness is handling affairs in the side hall.”

Yu Lingxi thanked him and walked towards the side hall, unhindered all the way.

Strange, it was the first time that he had come to Ning Yin’s mansion, so why was he so familiar with every brick and tile here?

When he walked to the side hall, Yu Lingxi understood where this familiar feeling came from.

This mansion is the prototype of the Regent’s mansion in the previous life, and even the decoration of the side hall is almost exactly the same as that in the previous life.

Ning Yin was dressed in a dark purple brocade robe, and his black hair was half tied with a jade crown. He was leaning on the couch with a memorial to observe.

Glancing at the beauty who was quietly probing her head at the door, Ning Yin’s thin lips twitched and called, “Come here.”

Yu Lingxi walked in generously, her skirt swayed as she moved, and two strands of hair fell down by her ears, which added a bit of tenderness and beauty to her.

She was actually ingenious, using ivory chopsticks to tie her hair in a bun.

A small punishment made her play with flowers.

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

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

Her apricot eyes curled, as clean and bright as when she was in the Yu Mansion, and she took the initiative to ask, “Have you had your meal, Your Highness?”

Ning Yin didn’t answer, but withdrew his stubborn gaze and threw the memorial into the charcoal basin.

Seeing that the flames rose up and turned the thing into black ashes, Fang Shun pushed the chestnut flour cake on the table to Yu Lingxi.

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

Ning Yin looked at her, and her expression became subtle.

He raised his beautiful eyes and asked, “What did you come to do when you were sent to this palace?”

Yu Lingxi was startled, remembered and then realized that she was a “gift” that was offered to please.

I’ve been a young lady for so long, I almost forgot what it’s like to serve someone.

Yu Lingxi smiled without hesitation, without any self-consciousness to make a “gift”.

Anyway, there are only a few days of free time to pass, it is better to have fun in time.

“Okay.”

She put down the half-eaten cake, twisted another piece and handed it to Ning Yin’s mouth, “Your Highness, please.”

Ning Yin changed his posture and said critically, “No dipping sauce.”

Yu Lingxi had to dipped in the jam carefully, and as soon as she delivered it, Ning Yin grabbed her by the wrist.

It was useless, and the warm palm pressed against her bruise, a little itchy.

“It’s not like that.”

Ning Yin laughed, picked up the hawthorn sauce with her index finger with her other hand, and slowly smeared Yu Lingxi’s soft lips.

Yu Lingxi’s lips are full and beautiful, with bright red jam, like a layer of glossy mouth grease, which complements the snow-white skin, and is even more charming and attractive.

When Ning Yin came over, Yu Lingxi forgot to breathe for a while, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

I saw him leaning over to the side, first his lips touched the two pieces of tempting sweetness, and then he traced it with the tip of his tongue, slowly licking the hawthorn sauce clean bit by bit.

Ning Yin half-drooped his eyelashes, deliberately slowing down his movements, delicate and long, as if tasting more than just jam.

“His Royal Highness, Xue Shilang and Xue Erlang ask to see you.”

The attendant’s voice came from far in front of the steps.

Yu Lingxi woke up from the charming, and was about to back away, but was held down by Ning Yin and hugged him into his arms.

Ning Yin opened his eyes, his eyes darkened.

During the interval of ventilation, Yu Lingxi heard him say in a low voice, “Xuan.”

Xuan?

Yu Lingxi didn’t want to see Xue Cen under such circumstances – to be precise, she didn’t want to face the marriage that she managed to escape briefly.

The door of the hall opened wide, and footsteps could be heard from the corridor, but Ning Yin still showed no sign of stopping.

Unlike the gentle wind and drizzle just now, this time it seems to have gone beyond the scope of tasting hawthorn sauce. The hot breath is like a vortex, pulling Yu Lingxi down.

“rather……”

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

What does Ning Yin want to do?

She opened her eyes, her heart was beating wildly, and her blood was painful.

The footsteps sounded like stepping on the heart, and the sound was getting closer.

Ning Yin’s hand went up and grabbed the back of her head strongly, as if her soul had been eaten away.

He’s crazy, he’s going to pull her crazy together.

Yu Lingxi tensed up, and her whole body was about to burn.

Her heart was beating fast and she couldn’t breathe.

The sound of footsteps had reached the door of the palace, and she was completely empty, and she clenched Ning Yin’s clothes tightly.

Ning Yin raised his hand, and the half-rolled gauze curtain in front of him fell, blocking the sight outside.

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

[End of This Chapter]