Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Li Xin was overjoyed, hugged Cui Yingying and kissed her, took the soup cake and gobbled it up. Cui Yingying was suddenly attacked, she blinked blankly, then showed a happy and helpless smile, sat down beside her, and said, "Eat slowly."

I have to say, the taste of this soup cake is really bad. But after all, Li Xin hasn't eaten for a long time. Rounding it up, it is equivalent to fleeing from a disaster. It is the state where white steamed buns can also taste delicacies from mountains and seas. How can we care about eating slowly?

Fortunately, Cui Yingying had expected this would happen a long time ago, so she specially asked the master to serve less soup cakes. Otherwise, Li Xin would definitely be injured.

After a while, Li Xin put down his chopsticks, rubbed his stomach and said with a smile, "It's cool."

Cui Yingying looked at the boyish expression in front of her with some amusement, and couldn't help but said distressedly: "I really don't know how you got here these days."

Seeing that Cui Yingying's tears were about to fall, Li Xin quickly interrupted, "It's nothing. Actually, it's okay."

There is no need to say too much about the despair shrouded in death. Not to mention those things like drinking blood, or even almost cannibalizing people. It's in the past.

Li Xin stretched out his hand to hold Cui Yingying, and said, "Thank you for your hard work. You have traveled so far to pick me up."

Cui Yingying shook her head and said, "As long as you are fine."

For a moment, Li Xin couldn't help but move forward, and touched Cui Yingying's lips on his own initiative.

Cui Yingying closed her eyes subconsciously, and her body went limp like an electric shock. This was the first time in her life that she was so close to a man. Li Xin, who had just taken a shower, still had some moisture on his body, and his hair was slightly damp, exuding a distracting aura.

Li Xin didn't think too much about it. But the moment his lips touched, he felt as if something had been ignited, burning uncontrollably. His right hand unconsciously placed on Cui Yingying's waist, stroking gently, while his left hand rubbed on her back.

He could feel the woman in his arms melting, but it made him burn even more intensely.

For so long, Li Xin had accumulated psychological pressure, pain, anger, and hatred in the desert. He thought he had resolved it. But it doesn't. They just dormant in the depths of his soul, undetectable. Now as soon as he relaxes, these emotions come out in one go, mixing into a pure desire, restlessly agitating in his body.

Cui Yingying's breathing became more and more messy, and her thinking was almost blank.

"Take me, husband." She murmured dreamily.

Li Xin didn't respond, but his actions were obviously more rough and barbaric. Finally, he picked up Cui Yingying and put her gently on the bed.

The next day, when Li Xin came to the dining room to eat, Tang Jian, who had already been sitting there drinking porridge, looked at him with a smile.

"Young man. The body is just different. Just after narrowly escaped death, he can gossip in the middle of the night, making my old bones not rest well." Porridge. His room was right next door to Li Xin's, and he could vaguely hear the noises in Li Xin's room all the time.

Li Xin's face has long been thickened. This level of ridicule cannot be shaken at all. He smiled and waved his hand. With a radiant face, he said: "Eat more meat and exercise more, Mr. Tang may have a second life."

"Pfft!" Tang Jian's porridge choked half of the table.