After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

Chapter 160 If Han Shuang doesn't give it to me, I will ask for it myself

The peony flower in Wen Hemian's hand fell to the ground unexpectedly.

She looked at Xie Lang numbly, as if she was looking at a beast.

"you……"

Before she could finish, Xie Lang came forward to ask for his reward. He rubbed his lips against hers, and when he saw her loosen up a little, he became even bolder and raised his jaw to invade her lips and teeth.

His hand held Wen Hemian's waist intimately, with a strength that brooked no rejection, as if he wanted to completely hold her in his arms.

Unlike the last time when he kissed me lightly, this time his kiss was particularly fierce, with a terrifying sense of plunder. I don't know how long it was, so long that even my breathing seemed to be unable to move, before he finally retreated leisurely.

The emperor had a triumphant smile in his eyes: "It doesn't matter. If Han Shuang doesn't give it to me, I will ask for it myself."

When he is good, he is really good, and when he is crazy, he is really crazy.

Xie Lang knew clearly that Wen Hemian would most likely not refuse to give him a reward, but it was probably not what he wanted. Instead of waiting for an answer, he might as well ask for it himself.

It’s already been given, Wen Hemian can’t take it back, right?

Of course, he didn't mind either.

The wolf cub licked his lower lip with a burning gaze and thought so.

Wen Hemian really couldn't take it back. She stared at Xie Lang in silence. Her lips were red from being kissed, and there was a hint of pain. One could imagine how hard the little bastard kissed her.

Not only did this glance fail to have any deterrent effect, but it made Xie Lang smile happily.

He picked up the peony that had fallen to the ground and gently put it back into Wen Hemian's hand, his voice filled with joy: "Taifu, you see, you actually don't refuse, right?"

Xie Lang discovered a long time ago that his tutor was somewhat hypocritical.

He had acted recklessly once three years ago, and the end result was that Wen Hemian was forced to fake his death to escape, and he himself was heartbroken for three years. Having experienced it, he naturally would not make such a mistake again.

It seemed like a threat or coercion, but in fact every reaction of Wen Hemian was within his expectations.

"…Now that you've said it all, what else can I say?"

Wen Hemian was speechless. He looked around and put the flower into the vase on the table.

If there was a tail, Xie Lang would probably be wagging it at this moment. He followed Wen Hemian closely, talking all the time.

"Not denying means acquiescence, Hanshuang. You never give me a clear answer. I feel uneasy, so I naturally have to prove it in my own way."

"This is also the first time I have someone I like. Maybe I did something wrong... I hope Master can tell me so I can correct it."

"My affection for you, Master, is far greater than that of others. How can I tell you that you will believe me?"

The person who had just come up to him without any explanation seemed to have changed his face in an instant. His dark and deep eyes were full of loneliness and hurt, as if Wen Hemian had done something unforgivable to him.

Faced with a series of questions, even someone as calm as Wen Hemian almost couldn't keep calm.

She arched her eyebrows and looked at the emperor helplessly: "I didn't say that either. I don't believe it."

It's just that she had never been involved in emotional matters before, so she was inevitably slow and hesitant.

The fact that I haven't let it go for three years is enough to explain something.

Xie Lang was stunned for a moment, and then his lips raised up, flashing a fleeting smile: "I am rude."

Xie Lang is obviously at a higher level than before, and his appropriate honesty and commitment add up to a sincere and warm feeling, which is more likely to move people.

Seeing the discomfort flashing in Wen Hemian's eyes, he changed the subject in time: "Are you going to stay in the palace tonight? Or go back to the palace?"

The fact that Wen Hemian has not left now doesn’t mean anything.

"Your Majesty, guess?"

Wen Hemian knew what he wanted to find out, so he simply took a detour and threw the difficult problem to him.

Xie Lang choked and said in a rather unreasonable manner: "Then I have to stay."

Seeing that Wen Hemian did not refute, Xie Lang stood up, took a step forward, and rubbed in front of her with a smile in his eyes: "Hanshuang, you are so nice."

Wen Hemian was no longer afraid to look directly into such a burning gaze, but he was still a little confused: It was just a small benefit, was Xie Lang so easy to please?

But at the same time, reason told her that it was because he had lost three years.

He treasured the concession in her eyes.

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Wen Hemian had nothing to do in the afternoon and the weather was getting hot, so he didn't want to go out. He simply used the remaining materials that Lai Xi found to make a sachet for Xie Lang.

Gift giving requires a give-and-take approach. It has nothing to do with being polite or not, but rather an equal giving of emotions.

Xie Lang sat opposite her, dealing with some important matters.

From time to time, when he felt tired, he would raise his eyes to look at the cool and peaceful face of the woman opposite him, and feel a little happier, and then continue looking down.

Because he wanted to spend more time with Wen Hemian, Xie Lang was incredibly efficient.

By the time he had approved the last memorial, Wen Hemian had finished making the sachet in his hand. After he had put away the thread, he gave it to the impatient emperor.

"It looks better than what I did."

Xie Lang praised it sincerely, then hung it around his waist.

Wen Hemian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why do we have to compare this?"

"It's not a competition." Xie Lang shook his head and said seriously, "My skills are not very good this year. I will practice more and try to make it better next year."

Xie Lang didn't think too much about it, he just felt that it would be a sin for Wen Hemian, who was as beautiful as snow and moon, to have flaws because of him.

Wen Hemian: "It's up to you."

At night, Xie Lang finally didn't have to sneak around like he did in the past few days. After washing up, he went to bed openly.

When Wen Hemian came out, she saw him sitting on the bed in his pajamas. She didn't see what he was doing, but when he heard the noise, he looked straight towards her. His eyes were soft and clear, without any madness in them.

Wen Hemian inexplicably had the absurd illusion that a concubine was waiting for the emperor's favor.

Xie Lang is the former and she is the latter.

With this strange image in mind, she just walked to the bedside when Xie Lang, who couldn't wait, pulled her up.

God knows how painful it is to only look at someone but not be able to hug them. Xie Lang was forced to be obedient for a few days, and he has been itching to do so for a long time. Now he hugs the person and refuses to let go.

Wen Hemian only felt a fire burning behind her. She tilted her head and raised her hand to block Xie Lang's approach.

The kiss landed squarely on the palm of her hand.

Xie Lang didn't dislike it and even licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Wen Hemian was startled and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Your Majesty, please stop."

She warned, "It's already hot, I don't want to sweat again, and I don't want what happened that night to happen again. If you push your luck any further, I'll really kick you out."

Even when he was angry, Wen Hemian was calm. It didn't seem like he was scolding, but more like he was reluctant to accept. Xie Lang restrained himself for a long time before he withdrew his gaze.

He drooped his shoulders, like a wronged puppy: "Okay, I'll be obedient."