"So, my bed broke down..."
The little guy stood with his hands on his hips in front of the collapsed bed, dumbfounded for a few seconds.
For a moment, he burst into laughter!
Great!
His bed collapsed, and he had nowhere to sleep tonight, he could only squeeze in with Jiaojiao!
"Brother-in-law, I’m going to take a bath!"
He wanted to wash himself clean and fragrant, and then place himself in Jiaojiao’s bed!
Quarter of an hour later, the handsome little monk emerged from the bath, wearing fresh pajamas, smelling sweet!
"Ready to sleep with Jiaojiao!"
He happily hopped to the eastern room.
But before his little feet stepped in, he was lifted up by Empress Dowager Zhuang.
Zhuang Dowager: "Tonight, you are going back to the palace with me."
The little monk’s body shook: "Why?"
Zhuang Dowager: "I’m lonely."
The little monk protested strongly: "I want to sleep with Jiaojiao!"
Zhuang Dowager sternly refused: "No, if you two sleep together, I won’t have my great-grandson. I want a great-grandson."
The little monk fluttered his small arms and legs in mid-air, complaining: "Why do you want a great-grandson? Am I not cute anymore?"
A barrage of questions followed. Zhuang Dowager couldn’t out-talk him, so she simply didn’t bother. She immediately carried him out of the courtyard and into the carriage.
Because the bed had collapsed, Xiao Liulang could only spend the night in the eastern room.
Gu Jiao didn’t mind.
After cleaning up, the two lay down on the soft bed. The little monk was accustomed to sleeping on hard beds in the temple, so the bedding in the western room was less fluffy than in the eastern room.
Xiao Liulang had slept in this bed before, but for some reason, lying there tonight felt exceptionally different.
The bed seemed softer than before, reminding him of her tender body. Her fragrance and breath seemed to fill the air. Every breath made him feel nervous and his chest grow hot.
She lay flat beside him, her breath evenly paced and slow.
Xiao Liulang couldn’t sleep. He gently turned his head and saw their hair tangled together in an almost unnoticeable way. Suddenly, there was a touch of ambiguity in the night air.
His mind flashed with uncontrollable images from dreams he had before. He tried to erase these inappropriate scenes from his mind but the more he tried, the clearer they became. Even her calm breathing sounded seductive to him.
"My lord." She suddenly turned to him.
Xiao Liulang felt a jolt, feeling guilty for his wandering mind. Keeping his expression solemn, he looked at the ceiling and asked, "What’s the matter?"
Gu Jiao propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him, "Nothing, just wanted to ask if your trip to the countryside went well. Did anyone mistreat you?"
"No," he said.
Gu Jiao curiously asked, "What’s wrong with your throat? It’s hoarse."
He would have been better off if she hadn’t mentioned it. The more she talked, the more he lost control. He swallowed and ultimately didn’t dare look at her, "I think I talked too much today."
"Oh," Gu Jiao lay beside him. He didn’t dare to look at her, but she openly looked at him, "Let me get you some water to drink."
Before he could refuse, she had already slipped out of bed and brought him a cup of cold water.
Xiao Liulang opened his mouth and accepted the water, drinking it.
With a cup of cold water down his throat, the yearning in his mind seemed to fade a bit.
It was strangely stimulating.
Gu Jiao thought.
The puppy she had been raising suddenly transformed into a mature wolf. With an irresistible menacing demeanor and wildness, he stared at her, "Didn’t you say you are still young?"
Gu Jiao blinked, "Huh?"
His eyes deepened, a hoarse voice escaping from his throat: "If you continue to tease me, I’m not going to hold back."
"Oh," Gu Jiao’s eyes shifted slightly, and slowly pulled her wrist out of his strong grasp.
He had gripped her wrist so tightly it was reddened.
Xiao Liulang regretted it a bit, but did not show it on his face.
He had been plotted against by his elders at home tonight, so naturally, he wouldn’t play along. That’s why he didn’t intend to do anything to her at the beginning.
But this girl was just too mischievous.
Did she forget he was already eighteen? Did she still think he was the naive young lad from before?
The growth of a fourteen-year-old girl and a seventeen-year-old boy in one year is completely different.
He had grown up, he was a real man now.
Was she aware that in countless dreams, he was no longer consumed by a raging fire, but instead by an endless moonlit night, sleepless nights, endless entanglement, and possession...
He could not continue to lie on the same bed with her like a year ago and prevent himself from letting his mind go wild.
Gu Jiao massaged her reddened wrist and was silent for a while.
Xiao Liulang thought he had scared her, and that she would finally become more reserved. But the next second, she stretched out her arms, laying sprawled out!
Xiao Liulang:"..."
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