I am a Good Man

Ling Yu thought his smile was so beautiful, like the warm sun. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth unconsciously.

The sound of the piano is sweet, one song after another.

"Sweet." Ji Yang bit into a piece of pastry, frowned, and drank two cups of tea.

Ling Yu stood up slowly, walked to him, raised her hand to pour him tea, but her outstretched hand was pulled violently.

With an exclamation, she fell into a strong embrace. Ling Yu's expression suddenly changed and her body suddenly stiffened.

Ji Yang was very close to her and put his hand around her waist. A pair of narrow eyes were staring at him. His lower jaw was tense. He stretched out his index finger and lifted her chin. "Princess, it seems that you haven't answered me just now." King’s problem.”

Ling Yu's palms were sweating, her expression uneasy, "...what's the problem?"

"Are you wronged by marrying me?" Ji Yang continued to look at her, the emotions in his eyes were meaningful.

Hearing this, Ling Yu's heart suddenly thumped, and she subconsciously denied it, "No, the prince misunderstood."

"I don't think I have misunderstood anything, but I feel that the princess is very dissatisfied with me." Ji Yang did not let go of her. Instead, he stretched out two fingers, pinched a strand of her hanging hair, and played with it.

Ling Yu was stunned. She knew she was right, but she didn't dare to meet his eyes. Her lips wriggled several times, and finally she said, "Your Majesty, you are overthinking it."

"Oh?" Ji Yang's mouth curled up slightly and he spoke casually, "Princess, are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Ling Yu's thoughts had calmed down and she stood up in his arms, "Whether it's the wedding night or returning home after serving tea, the prince has the right not to do so. I can't interfere with the prince's decision."

Whether she felt wronged or complained, it was her fate. Ji Yang didn't agree with this marriage from the beginning. He had the right to refuse and had no reason to follow her.

The hand that the prince held in her hair froze, as if he did not expect that she would say this. Facing her clear and beautiful eyes, he also retracted his hand and turned away his gaze, "Ordinary people either look angry and show off, or they compromise, but you, Princess, are the best can speak."

"This is what I'm thinking from the bottom of my heart." Ling Yu lowered her eyebrows and answered his words.

"As expected of my king's princess, she is broad-minded, dignified and virtuous."

Listening to what he said, Ling Yu's eyes were full of emotions, but her face remained calm. She stood up from him and said, "It's getting late. We have to go to court early tomorrow. It's time for the prince to rest."

"Indeed." Ji Yang also stood up.

Ling Yu followed him and was about to send him out. During the process, she said, "The Queen Mother sent three palace maids yesterday. The concubine was placed in Nanyuan. There are still unused houses in Nanyuan, and the dancing girl brought back by the prince has also been placed. Over there."

Except for the day when he was drunk, Ji Yang had never stayed here before, and she was used to it.

No one wants to push their husband out, but she is a princess, and her husband is not an ordinary person, so it is destined that it cannot be hers alone.

Not to mention that the relationship between the two is not good, but it is good. When a woman is in trouble, there is always someone to take care of her and help her.

"Are you anxious to chase me away?" Ji Yang turned around and narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous aura.

"I don't mean that." Ling Yu quickly denied it. Wasn't he about to walk towards the door? Could she be mistaken?

"Can't I just rest with the princess?" Ji Yang seemed to be in conflict with her, and he changed his steps and walked towards the bedroom.

Ling Yu was stunned by his rising momentum.

"Why don't you come and help me change my clothes?" Ji Yang's voice came from inside, and he was quite powerful. She really couldn't figure him out, and was afraid that he would misunderstand again, so she hurried inside.

As a new wife, Ling Yu was a little clumsy when serving others. At this time, she was untying Ji Yang's belt and taking off his coat.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw her delicate eyebrows. He was so close that he could smell her faint fragrance.

The two of them lay flat on the bed, neither of them speaking.

For the first time, Ling Yu slept in the same bed with him who was conscious. She was restless and so nervous that she didn't dare to turn over.

She bit her lower lip secretly. Why did she talk so much just now? Ji Yang was clearly aroused by her.

As for the many times that Aunt Xu had stressed to her that she would devote herself to assisting in pregnancy, her face turned red just thinking about it. How could she do such a despicable act?

Ji Yang, who was sleeping next to her, had already closed his eyes and was motionless. In fact, he was not much calmer than her.

His heart was beating loudly, his nose was filled with her breath, and his emotions were fluctuating, like a young man who was just starting to fall in love.

Facing Ling Yu, he really was.

In the previous life, the two had no physical contact. After being imprisoned, they had a deep relationship but became seriously ill. They felt so guilty that they had no thoughts.

Ling Yu opened her eyes and stayed awake, not daring to make any big move to wake Ji Yang.

From Haishi to Zishi, the night gets deeper and deeper.

Ling Yu's body felt a little sore. She held her breath and wanted to quietly turn over and move. However, after just two movements, Ji Yang turned over with her.

A pair of long hands stretched out and pressed on her waist. Then, she suddenly opened her eyes wide and grabbed the hand on her waist.

Ling Yu fell into his arms again.

Before she could react, his hands on her moved around a few times, and he hugged her with both hands and feet, treating her like a pillow.

Rubbing here, sniffing somewhere, and the most extreme thing is pinching.

"Your Majesty." Ling Yu quickly stopped him.

Ji Yang didn't open his eyes, frowned with an unhappy expression, and hugged her a little tighter. Ling Yu stiffened again.

She felt uncomfortable being held, so she pushed him gently, "Your Majesty?"

"Mother," Ji Yang called out in a low voice, with a hint of grievance in his words, "Father, look at the words written by my son."

"Same as the royal brother."

"Queen mother..."

…

He didn't know what he was dreaming about, and his tone was very hurt. He spoke softer and softer, letting go of her and shrinking back.

Ling Yu's eyes showed distress, but she took the initiative to step forward, her voice became softer, she stretched out her arms to hug him, and patted his back gently.