After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince - Chapter 242
Chapter 242
Hong Ling felt that Ming Zhu most likely still loved Lord Wei in her heart, otherwise she wouldn’t have been willing to be hugged and kissed by him in the first place.
There was just a thin layer of windowpaper between the two. For the childhood sweethearts that were made for each other, it was really a pity.
Ming Zhu did not know why she felt like crying, whenever Wei Chiyu was mentioned, she felt very sad, and could not control the string of tears from falling down.
Like rain falling on pear blossoms, appearing especially pitiful.
Hong Ling was most afraid of her crying, she scrambled to find a handkerchief to help her wipe her face, stumbling to comfort her, “Don’t feel too sad, maybe… maybe you guys can still …… later.”
Hong Ling couldn’t say any more.
She sighed silently.
Hong Ling asked, “Zhu Zhu, do you really not like the crown prince at all?”
Although she also hated the crown prince, she had to admit that he was the best looking man she had ever seen, with a delicate face, a straight nose, and nice lips. Even with a stern face that made a cold expression, he was still a very good looking man.
The tip of Ming Zhu’s nose flushed, the voice that came out of her throat was very soft: “Mmh.”
Hong Ling gave a long ah, and then asked, “It’s really difficult to be with someone you don’t like, right?”
“Right.”
All people’s feelings would end up changing.
With just a slight movement, the feelings of the heart also followed after the change.
Zhao Zhi stood in the doorway, his feet not moving, quietly listening to what they were saying, his face was calm, and no change could be seen in his eyes. These answers were within the range of his expectations.
In the night, Hong Ling originally wanted to stand guard while Ming Zhu was asleep, but she was thrown out from Ming Zhu’s room to the courtyard by people under the order of the unforgiving crown prince. She even fell on her butt, sitting on the ground, which hurt her so much she was gritting her teeth.
Ming Zhu sat in front of the dressing table, her small, translucent white face was reflected in the bronze mirror, as she slowly and methodically removed her hairpins from her bun, and untied her pulled up hair.
She usually did not dress up nor did her makeup, her unpowdered plain face also looked very beautiful, her lips were red and her teeth white, and her complexion was an excellent color.
These days, her cheeks had become round, watery and tender, they looked plump and comfortable to pinch.
Ming Zhu had cried in the afternoon, so her eyes very quickly turned swollen, her eyes sockets also looked red, and it seemed like there was a layer of rouge on the edge of her eyes.
Zhao Zhi took the comb in her hand and stood behind her, helping her comb her satin hair.
When it was time to turn off the lights and go to bed, Zhao Zhi did not move, his fingers squeezed her chin, half forcing her to lift her cheeks, as his dark eyes stared silently into her eyes. Lifting his fingertips to stroke over the redness that had not yet disappeared on the edge of her eyes, he asked softly, “Did you cry in the afternoon?”
Ming Zhu averted her eyes, her face paled, and she did not say anything.
In the afternoon, Zhao Zhi had pretended not to hear anything, but he did not see at that time that she had shed tears.
When he was about to die from being stabbed by her before, he did not even see her shed a single tear of sadness.
Zhao Zhi’s heart felt sour and astringent, it felt like the root of his teeth were tingling, his heart was full of hundred wounds and thousands holes. Because he was writing everyday, his fingers were a little rough, and the places on her skin he rubbed over with his calluses were overtaken by outburst of trembling.
He looked into her eyes and asked, “Whom did you cry for?”
He knew who it was, but he still couldn’t help but ask.
Ming Zhu pushed his hand away, “No one.”
She was afraid that Zhao Zhi would get jealous and lose his temper, but she wasn’t afraid that he would take it out on her, she was afraid that he would find an excuse to go after Wei Chiyu again. Zhao Zhi preferred that she lied to him over telling him the truth.
He hummed, his throat was sore, as if everything was bitter water. He looked at her eyes, they looked as if they were covered with a layer of shallow dark mist, his thumb lightly cupped her cheeks, and he said in a hoarse voice, “Don’t shed tears for other people.”
Ming Zhu couldn’t promise him anything, much less nod her head and say that she would.
So she stayed silent and said nothing.
“Go to sleep.”
Zhao Zhi blew out the candlelight and lowered the curtain to block the light.
Some things were unavoidable in the end.
The man’s fingers tugged at her sash, his palms slowly crawled on her back, gently stroking and caressing, he held the back of her head, bullying his way down, kissing her lips and probing into her mouth, diving straight in.
His kiss was delicate, but also seemed like a burst of abundant rain hiding the sky and covering the earth, eager and fierce.
She tilted her slender neck, her face was flushed, and her mouth exhaled warm, burning hot breath.
Zhao Zhi had always been able to endure his desire, but getting to this point, he really couldn’t endure it anymore.
It was hot.
He suddenly used some strength in his hands and easily removed her outer garment.
Still unwilling, Ming Zhu pushed him away.
Zhao Zhi stopped, his dark eyes unfathomable, staring at her face, as he asked, “What’s wrong?”
He grabbed her hand and placed it on his waist, “Don’t tell me you want to avoid me like this for the rest of your life?”
Translator : Laura
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