I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 242 He's good at pretending

The surroundings were decorated with bright red silk, making it seem like a bridal chamber.

She was looking at herself, wearing a bright red wedding dress, but it wasn't the wedding dress she would wear on the day of her ceremony.

It looked like a characteristic of another race. She stood up, shook her sleeves, and the phoenix crown on her head swayed back and forth.

She walked to the door, but there was no one outside, so she simply opened the door and went out.

The courtyard outside was also decorated very festively, with red silk lanterns hanging everywhere.

At this moment, there seemed to be a great commotion in the distance, followed by the sounds of firecrackers and suona horns, so... the wedding procession hadn't started yet?

But why is there no one in her courtyard?

She stood at the door when it was suddenly pushed open, and the tall figure there seemed somewhat unfamiliar to her.

In a daze, sunlight pierced through her white hair, shimmering with a halo. Overjoyed, she smiled at him.

I thought I would be greeted with a few soft "sister" calls, but to my surprise, his expression didn't change at all.

He did resemble Su Fengjun somewhat, with a stern face and not even a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Looking at the crimson dresses she's wearing, it's definitely her wedding day.

But his sudden change made him seem somewhat unfamiliar to her.

Just as I was about to reach out to pull him, he subtly took a step back.

"Princess, let's go, don't miss the auspicious time."

He stood with his hands behind his back, maintaining a step's distance between them, while Zhongli Yueluo's hand remained suspended in mid-air.

Her fingers trembled slightly, which was somewhat puzzling, but then she realized what was happening.

Su Fengling always felt that she liked Su Fengjun.

Or perhaps he wanted her to accept the real him.

Once that layer of innocent pretense is removed, what remains is a cunning and cold demeanor.

She began to slowly probe to find out what was going on.

"younger brother?"

“Princess, you may call me by my name.” His tone was cold and flat.

"Oh, Feng Ling, what do you want me to do?" She took two small steps forward, ready to take his hand.

He didn't dodge, but he didn't respond either; he just gave her a cold look.

She blinked, didn't say anything, and followed him.

The ceremony concluded quickly, and the two returned to the courtyard.

After taking off her wedding dress, Zhongli Yueluo sat in the room while Su Fengling returned from outside quite some time later.

His gaze lingered on her face; she was so beautiful even with just a touch of makeup, and his pupils trembled slightly.

He sat down opposite her, hoping she would take the initiative this time.

It's always him chasing her and her running away; it's time for a change.

Zhongli Yueluo picked at her fingers, somewhat at a loss. What should she do?

"Um, Feng Ling?"

"Please speak, Princess." He lazily raised his eyes, his gaze devoid of any emotion.

Her hand slowly moved from the table to his hand, her fingers hooking around his index finger.

She pursed her lips, not daring to look at him, but occasionally stealing glances at the expression on his face.

I vaguely saw a slight smile curving up the corners of his mouth. This guy... is not easy to handle.

She tentatively placed her whole palm in his palm again, but he didn't hold her hand like before.

Instead, her hand slightly dodged. Zhongli Yueluo realized that this was completely imitating Su Dongjun.

Deep down, he's a cold-hearted person, and he hopes she'll take the initiative.

clear!

She stood up, straightened her clothes, her eyes crinkling, and a beautiful smile curving her lips.

She removed her hand from his and picked up the wine pot on the table. Su Fengling was a little confused. What was she trying to do?

There were two wine glasses in front of them, but she only poured wine into one of them.

She couldn't pull off the same alluring demeanor as Zhong Liyu, but she had her own methods.

She lightly tapped his chin with her finger, her eyes narrowing: "Want a drink?"

He didn't answer, turning his face slightly to one side.

Zhongli Yuelu used two fingers to pry open his chin, forcing him to look at her.

"Open your mouth, my... husband..." The voice was soft and coaxing.

A warm breath blew into his ears, but his expression didn't change, though his earlobes turned slightly red.

He didn't open his mouth, and Zhongli Yueluo moved her fingers up and gently pinched his cheek.

His pink lips were parted slightly, and she held the wine glass in her mouth, tiptoeing and tilting her head.

He slowly poured the wine from the glass into his mouth, but he didn't swallow, letting the wine flow down his neck, collarbone, and chest.

"You're really a bit disobedient."

She gently lifted his chin with her index finger, slowly blinked, and brought her close to his ear.

With a soft gasp, she heard Su Fengling tremble all over, and she gently pinched his earlobe.

"It's a bit hot, do you need me to cool you down?" A soft voice lingered in his ear.

But he still didn't make any movement, only his lower abdomen was burning unbearably, and his breathing was deep and slow.

Her eyes sparkled as she stared at his Adam's apple, her fingernails slowly sliding down to lift his slightly damp shirt.

"Your clothes are all wet, how about I help you change into something else, hmm?" She grabbed his collar.

At that moment, he gripped her wrist tightly. She was slightly startled and instinctively wanted to pull away, but then she held back.

His desire is simply to experience it the other way around, so just satisfy him!

She loosened her grip on his shirt slightly, took his hand with her other hand, and placed it between her lips to lightly peck at his fingertips.

A strange blush crept onto her cheeks, and her clothes were half-draped over her shoulder, revealing the apricot-colored bodice strap underneath.

He sat, she stood; she looked down at him, and his eyes were filled with her.

For a moment, he also understood why his brother had suddenly fallen for the person in front of him.

If he had seen this scene, how could he not have been moved?

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't bear to look away for even a moment.

Zhongli Yueluo held his hand to her left chest: "Listen, it's beating only for you now."

He could indeed feel her heart pounding in his hand, but he stubbornly pulled his hand back.

To truly immerse oneself in the role, one must play it completely. A triumphant smile played on Zhongli Yueluo's lips.

She put her hands on his shoulders, teasing him with a certain flirtation!

Seeing that he didn't move, she pulled his hand to her ear, her fingers running through his hair.

He stroked her hair with a look of adoration in his eyes.

With a faint fragrance, he then gently stroked her back.

She leaned into his arms, pressing her entire upper body against him.

If he stood up now, she would definitely fall to the ground.

But he pulled her up with force, took a step forward, and sat on his lap.

She casually hooked her arm around his neck: "Husband, would you like another drink?"

His gaze darkened slightly, and he tightened his grip on her waist: "You can't drink anymore."

"But my husband got drunk without even drinking a drop?" She poked his lips with her finger.

He tried to dodge, but she insisted on moving, so he gently bit her finger.