nucmednet Chapter 12 Your Highness, why are you in such a hurry?
Chapter 12 Your Highness, why are you in such a hurry?
Su Mowan rubbed her nose, which had almost been injured, calmed herself down, and turned to walk gracefully toward Murong Jing with a charming smile on her face.
"Your Highness, why are you in such a hurry? I'm just a little nervous!"
A hint of wariness flashed in Murong Jing's eyes.
The woman's sudden, alluring smile was quite suspicious.
Su Mowan was not worried at all about what Murong Jing would do to her.
It's just sleeping in the same bed. Anyway, she already has the title of Qin King's concubine, and Murong Jin is already married, so why should she keep up her chastity?
Perhaps her expression was too exaggerated, for Murong Jing's lips curled into a cold smile again.
"Why put on that act? I'm not going to devour you!"
This woman really overestimates herself; he has no interest in doing anything like that.
Su Mowan took a few steps closer, her voice so gentle it could melt hearts: "Your Highness, do you need my assistance?"
Murong Jing raised an eyebrow: "How do you plan to help?"
Su Mowan bowed slightly: "I have some martial arts skills, so I think... I should be able to carry Your Highness?"
"..."
Murong Jing's face froze instantly.
This woman... is absolutely lawless!
Moreover, dressed like that and bending over, is she deliberately trying to seduce someone?
Su Mowan secretly felt smug. If she couldn't even handle an old relic, wouldn't she have wasted all those years she had lived in the 21st century?
"It seems Your Highness is not pleased? Then please move on your own; I will assist you with your wheelchair."
As Su Mowan spoke, her slender yet strong hand instinctively placed itself on the wheelchair handle.
Murong Jing then snorted coldly, and slowly stood up, supporting himself with both hands on the armrests.
Although the movements seemed somewhat strenuous, they were inexplicably pleasing to the eye.
It's probably because he was born handsome.
Su Mowan watched silently, then suddenly her eyes sharpened. She felt that Murong Jing's behavior was somewhat...
Isn't that a bit strange?
Su Mowan was wondering how Murong Jing, who had difficulty walking, would climb onto the bed when he suddenly swayed and was about to fall.
She was still hesitant in her heart, but her body had already acted first, taking a step forward and wrapping her arms around his waist.
Although they prevented Murong Jing from falling, the two of them ended up tumbling onto the bed.
Su Mowan was at a disadvantage this time, being pinned down and almost unable to breathe.
She then realized that Murong Jing had grown taller and gained weight in the two years since they last met.
She turned her head and almost bumped into Murong Jing's lips, then quickly shrank back.
Looking up, I was met with a pair of deep, dark eyes, and I couldn't help but stare at them, mesmerized.
A faint fragrance of orchids wafted in the air.
"Have you seen enough? My bed is not a place for you to drool." Murong Jing's voice carried a hint of sarcasm.
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned over and lay down on the inside of the bed, grabbed the blanket and covered himself up, ignoring Su Mowan.
Su Mowan then came to her senses and secretly regretted her loss of composure.
After all, she had never been so close to a man before, so it was understandable that she was a little flustered for a moment.
She moved closer to the edge of the bed, creating some distance, and then realized an awkward problem—
There was only one quilt on the bed, and it had already been taken by Murong Jing.
“Your Highness, Prince Qin…” Su Mowan hesitated before speaking.
Since we asked her to stay with us in bed, she should at least receive some decent treatment, right?
Even though it's summer, isn't it a bit too much to let her sleep outside like this?
"Shut up." Murong Jing said coldly, his eyes closed.
Su Mowan sighed helplessly.
Oh well, I'm still dressed anyway, so it won't hurt to sleep here for one night.
Time passed quietly, and about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn was over.
Su Mowan thought the person next to her had already fallen asleep, but unexpectedly, Murong Jing, who had been breathing evenly, suddenly said, "Why are you keeping your eyes open? If you think it's too bright, turn off the light."
Su Mowan couldn't help but glance to the side, only to see that Murong Jing's eyes were still closed.
Her long, curled eyelashes cast faint shadows in the moonlight, her thin lips were slightly pursed, and that enigmatic smile still lingered at the corners of her mouth.
She waved her hand gently, and the flickering firelight in the corner vanished instantly, plunging the room into darkness.
After about half an incense stick's time, Murong Jing's somewhat impatient voice came again from beside him: "Don't you feel cold?"
Su Mowan was already drowsy and mumbled, "A little."
Murong Jing's tone seemed to carry a hint of annoyance: "Then what are you still standing there for? Do you expect me to personally cover you with the blanket?"