After entering the book, the cold prince begs for favor

Chapter 390 I'll be scared

Clean room.

The air was filled with mist, and the rising steam swirled like gauze in the candlelight.

Lu Jiangnian was immersed in the bathtub, his long, dark hair cascading over his shoulders, water droplets sliding down his taut muscles.

He stared at the warm candlelight shining through the screen, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the bathtub.

"Haining has been kidnapped, and her situation is critical. I have no choice but to rescue her..."

The handwriting on the letter suddenly surfaced on the water, its delicate strokes concealing a terrifying danger.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he abruptly submerged his head in the water, the warmth enveloping all the lingering fear and trembling.

If the guards had been even a fraction of a step too late that day, if Wanwan had misjudged Murong Xiao's reaction...

"Wow--"

As he burst out of the water, he wiped the water off his face, but he couldn't wipe away the crimson in his eyes.

Lu Jiangnian had several hideous arrow wounds on his body, marks of his years of fighting on the battlefield. There were two extremely dangerous times when he almost lost his life, but he was never afraid.

But ever since he received his wife's letter, he dreamt that she was reaching out to him in the rain. When he woke up, he crushed the teacup in his hand.

Because of love, fear arises.

-

Liu Yan closed the door and turned around, almost bumping into Xuan Qing's arms.

He smiled broadly, holding up a brocade box, the moonlight making the intertwined floral patterns on it gleam: "The most famous rouge in Qingzhou, the shopkeeper says it's called 'Drunken Hibiscus,' what do you think, does it suit..."

"Shh-"

Liu Yan tugged at his sleeve and led him deeper into the covered walkway, her almond-shaped eyes wide with surprise. "The masters have just retired for the night."

Xuanqing, however, shoved the box into her hand, his fingertips casually brushing against the red string on her wrist: "Smell it; it's said to be mixed with Western Region flower dew."

Liu Yan was naturally happy to receive the gift.

She readily complied, lowering her head to smell the fragrance. Xuanqing's fingers itched slightly as he watched, wanting to pinch her cheek, but he was afraid of upsetting her.

Xuan Qing coughed lightly and lowered his voice, "Actually, I also bought some candied fruit. I asked them to hold it for me, and I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

Liu Yan's ears immediately turned red.

This person really is thinking of her in every way.

"Thank you very much."

"What interesting things happened on the way to Qingzhou?"

"Tell me about it properly when you have time..."

Xuanqing felt that his teeth were itching, nothing else mattered, the most important thing was to listen to the story.

That clueless, shrewish girl.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Liu Yan looked at him suspiciously. Xuan Qing took the opportunity to move closer to her: "Alright, alright, I'll tell you tomorrow..."

-

A sliver of moonlight shone into the quiet dormitory, landing lightly on Yuan Wanru's loose, dark hair.

Lu Jiangnian stood by the bed, his inner robe collar slightly open. He leaned down and said, "My wife."

The moment his fingertips touched her rosy lips, the sleeping girl suddenly trembled her eyelashes. Lu Jiangnian froze, only to see her unconsciously rub her face against his palm, just like a kitten.

Lu Jiangnian's breathing became erratic, and he flicked his finger across the tip of her nose: "Awake?"

Yuan Wanru suddenly opened her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight and him. Before she could speak, her lips and tongue were sealed by a passionate kiss.

He had a familiar, fresh scent of soapberry emanating from him, which lingered between my teeth.

Only now did she realize that she also missed him in the same way.

When she climbed onto his neck, she knocked over the book "Qingzhou Customs and Scenery" on the pillow—a book she had been occasionally flipping through in her spare time recently.

The sound made Lu Jiangnian glance at it, and when he saw the large words on the cover, his heart softened.

"My lady is thinking of you because she saw this object."

His tone was very confident, with a rising tone at the end, indicating a very pleasant mood.

Yuan Wanru's eyes reddened, and she gently pushed his shoulder with her fingertips, but he grabbed her hand and pressed their fingers together into the brocade quilt.

Lu Jiangnian chuckled softly, his teeth brushing against her earlobe, his voice hoarse: "You're shy. You weren't like this just now."

After saying that, he glanced at the belt that had fallen to the foot of the bed.

"My wife moves very nimbly."

Yuan Wanru hadn't even realized that she had unbuckled his belt, and now that she was meeting his gaze, her face was burning.

How can this hand move so naturally?

She raised her chin and said haughtily, "You won't let me untie it?"

Before she could finish speaking, the straps of her light purple bodice snapped, and the silky fabric slipped off her shoulders.

Lu Jiangnian looked at her smugly: "Tit for tat."

"Lu Jiangnian..."

Yuan Wanru's breathing became slightly erratic as she avoided his dark gaze.

“Now that my wife is awake,” he said, his fingertips caressing the soft flesh of her waist, his eyes chillingly deep, “let’s have a good talk about what’s happened these past few days.”

The gilded curtain hooks swayed gently, casting shimmering light. Yuan Wanru leaned back, sinking into the soft pillows, her black hair spreading across the bed.

His kiss landed on her brow, and Yuan Wanru still smiled charmingly, "Weren't we going to chat?"

"What are you doing?"

Lu Jiangnian's back tensed, and he deliberately softened his tone, his breath hot: "We've already been talking, hasn't my wife felt how much I miss her?"

His palm slid down her wrist, then suddenly grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him with a smile, still the same look that haunted his dreams.

He kissed her.

The sweetness lingered on her lips and teeth. In a daze, Yuan Wanru remembered that she had drunk honey dew before going to bed earlier that day, which had now become the most tempting poison, making them both intoxicated and infatuated.

"I miss you so much..." he murmured, his voice filled with longing that had been suppressed for more than a month.

Yuan Wanru gently wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingertips threading through his hair, and softly replied, "Me too."

A night breeze brushed past the windowpane, and the candlelight flickered, casting overlapping shadows.

The temperature in the bedroom rose, and the candle wick outside the curtain crackled softly, scattering a sliver of warm light.

Lu Jiangnian suddenly remembered that night in Qingzhou, when he repeatedly stroked her letter home, laughing like a young boy.

Though the letter is short, the sentiment is deep; that's how it is.

A thought flashed through his mind: the sharpest sword can cut through thousands of troops, but it cannot sever this thread of longing, which is deeply ingrained in his bones and blood.

Suddenly, she thought of her last letter again, and a sudden feeling of annoyance arose in her heart towards the person in her arms.

He gripped her waist and pressed her against the carved bedpost; the cold, hard wood made her tremble slightly.

"Sun Haining is in trouble, and you dare to go to Ziyun Temple alone?"

He asked in a gruff voice, his sharp teeth grinding his thin flesh until it turned red, "If something happens to you..."

The last syllable was swallowed by the fierce licking and biting. Yuan Wanru felt a sharp pain as the person bit her collarbone hard.

Yuan Wanru struggled to cup his face, but he held her fingertips in his mouth: "But I... rescued Haining..."

Her intermittent explanations turned into sobs, but Lu Jiangnian wouldn't let her go, his breath burning her.

"I'm fine..."

She turned her head away from his pursuing lips, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

Lu Jiangnian suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest. His heart was pounding rapidly under his palm, like a trapped beast trying to break free of its cage.

"It hurts here."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and beads of sweat rolled down his chin and landed on her collarbone. "I'll be scared..."

His voice trailed off, sounding hoarse and out of tune; his handsome features appeared incredibly vulnerable at that moment.

Yuan Wanru's heart trembled. This fool actually said he was afraid.

Even when he was under the influence of the curse, he never uttered a word of fear.

Yuan Wanru leaned down and kissed his eyelids, the kiss sliding down his nose and lingering on his tightly pressed lips. "I'm... perfectly fine..."

The unfinished words were interrupted.

Lu Jiangnian held her tightly around the waist, his grip so strong it felt like he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

"You're never allowed to scare people like that again."

As dawn approached, those waiting outside could faintly hear the prince calling for water.

Sure enough, the two masters have a very good relationship.