Xiao Chengyou's gaze fell lightly on Fu Ling's ankle, his eyes reflecting the sparkling waves of the water.

His angular profile was surrounded by white mist, and the small scar at the end of his eyebrows trembled faintly with his movements. His usually cold and cold aura seemed hazy and gentle at this moment.

He patiently rubbed her injury, his long and well-jointed hands slightly holding her ankle, and his rough fingertips slowly grazed her skin.

The strange touch was mixed with the faint pain in the wound, and a numb shiver spread down Fu Ling's calf to his body. His gentle caress was like a seductive caress, making it seem intimate.

If he wasn't still injured, such a good opportunity tonight would be really rare.

Fu Ling seemed to have thought of something, a shy blush appeared on his cheeks, and his whole body felt slightly hot.

The flirtatious words she had prepared lingered in her throat, but she could never say them out. She bit her lip and fiddled with the rose petals on the water as if to cover up. Sometimes she brushed them towards Xiao Chengyou, and sometimes she slowly gathered them in front of her chest.

As if secretly teasing, even if Xiao Chengyou always lowered his head and lowered his eyes, following Fu Ling's movements, the outline of her looming body in the water inevitably broke into the peripheral vision.

The charming scene made Xiao Chengyou's mind dizzy for a moment, as if he was falling into a whirlpool. Unknown emotions surged in his eyes. A wave of heat rose from his lower abdomen. The urgent desire accumulated in his body was as hot as lava, as if He will break out of his body in the next second.

But Xiao Chengyou just lowered his head, his slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, suppressing a suppressed tremor. Apart from his uncontrollable hot and rapid breathing, he showed almost no flaws.

"The water is a little cold." Fu Ling suddenly said after an unknown amount of time.

Xiao Chengyou coughed softly in his throat, and then whispered, "I will help you get up."

When Fu Ling stood up from the water, Xiao Chengyou closed his eyes without hesitation.

He followed the path of memory and half-supported her towards the door, hearing the rustling sound of her brushing against her.

"Husband," suddenly, Fu Ling's voice echoed in his ears, soft and delicate, "don't you dare to look at me?"

Xiao Chengyou's Adam's apple rolled obviously, but he did not answer or open his eyes.

"...Have you changed your clothes?" After a while, he asked.

There was no response from Fu Ling. She just leaned against him gently, not knowing what to do.

At such a close distance, the warm and moist breaths were entangled together. He felt that the warmth was getting closer, as if it wanted to hug his body and press against him.

The surging blood rushed straight up to his head, and the beating in his forehead seemed to be a vague reminder not to go astray.

Xiao Chengyou's jawline was tense. If Fu Ling really hugged him, he would definitely turn around and leave.

However, after waiting for a long time, she didn't get closer.

"Husband, I've changed." Fu Ling seemed to be smiling.

Xiao Chengyou was injured and couldn't do anything tonight. It was enough to have such an opportunity to get close to him. She just wanted to stop there and was not in a hurry.

Xiao Chengyou slowly opened his eyes and lowered his gaze. Seeing that she had indeed put on her clothes neatly, he raised his eyes to look at her.

"My ankle doesn't hurt so much anymore," Fu Ling said with a sweet smile on her cheeks, looking at his eyes that were blowing across the lake in the spring breeze, shining with clear light, "I thank you husband."

Fu Ling's smiling face appeared in front of her, charming and charming, as if she trusted him wholeheartedly.

Such an appearance made Xiao Chengyou feel at a loss for a moment, and he didn't respond to her for a long time.

The thought of leaving her that flashed through his mind just now made him feel guilty.

Fu Ling's hair was still wet, and Xiao Chengyou was stunned. He twisted a piece of messy hair with his slender fingertips and slowly rolled it behind her ear.

As if remembering something again, Xiao Chengyou took off his outer shirt, put it around Fu Ling's shoulders and put it on her.

The man's loose clothes immediately enveloped her completely, and his warm and dry breath spread throughout her body.

"Dry your hair before leaving."

Xiao Chengyou reached out and picked up the dry towel on the side, picked up the ends of Fu Ling's hair, and wiped it quietly to absorb the moisture, with familiar movements as if they had done the same thing thousands of times.

Fu Ling stood motionless and let him manipulate her, her hair was held up by Xiao Chengyou, and her fair neck was exposed to him, slender and weak, rising and falling slowly with her breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, her hair was almost completely dry before Xiao Chengyou let her go and said, "Let's go."

"Yeah." Fu Ling responded.

Her injured foot couldn't bear the strength, so she held Xiao Chengyou's uninjured arm and leaned slightly on him.

The gauze she wore was too thin and soft. As the steps bumped, the soft and delicate touch of her upper body fell clearly on his arms. The warm skin was scraped and crushed intentionally or unintentionally. Xiao Chengyou stepped out of the threshold, and the soothing feeling in his body The raging flames almost drowned him.

Finally he couldn't stand it any longer and suppressed his breathing, "It's windy late at night. It's easy to catch a cold if you walk like this."

Before Fu Ling could speak, he paused slightly and said, "I'll carry you back."

"My husband is still injured, how can he..."

Fu Ling was about to refuse, but as she spoke, the soft curve of her chest was once again imprinted on Xiao Chengyou's arm. He interrupted her almost helplessly and said forcefully, "It doesn't matter."

After that, he didn't give Fu Ling a chance to refuse, and jumped up to carry her on his back. The moment his body was in the air, Fu Ling subconsciously hugged Xiao Chengyou's neck, folded his hands on his neck, and snuggled tightly on his back.

There was nowhere to escape, the soft touch of her body falling on his back like soft clouds.

There was a faint pain from the wound, but he seemed to be barely aware of it and walked straight to the bedroom carrying Fu Ling on his back.

Xiao Chengyou's eyes were dark and his steps were fast. The attendants backed away along the way.

Fu Ling's rapid breathing hit the base of his ears, and the hot feeling stirred up a dizzy numbness. He knew that his earlobes were inevitably burning red, but he had no time to take care of it, hoping to hide it under the night.

The clear moonlight flows in the quiet air, as if they are the only two people in the world, nestled tightly together.

He felt he had made a mistake.

Seeing the outline of the bedroom from a distance, what Ashu said to him suddenly flashed through Xiao Chengyou's mind.

"Your Highness is very kind to the Crown Princess."

Xiao Chengyou silently carried Fu Ling into the room, almost half-hugging her and placing her on the bed.

Surrounded by the faint fragrance, the room was dimly lit by candles, and Fu Ling's slightly opened lips were coated with a glint of water.

His body tipped over the edge of the bed, pressing her petite body beneath him. As his breaths mingled, an urge to kiss her quickly occupied his mind without warning.

He was wrong about so many things.

Xiao Chengyou thought to himself.