Before Chu Yun could finish speaking, Meng Ruoxue rolled her eyes at him. "You have no shame, but I do!"
"Who does that sort of thing in broad daylight? And in such an open place too—aren't you embarrassed?"
Chu Yun grinned wickedly when he heard that, his hand squeezing even harder. "I wonder who it was back then, blushing bright red and clamoring to eat mushroom soup?"
"Who was it, Xue'er? Help this Emperor think."
Meng Ruoxue's face instantly flushed with embarrassment. She viciously pinched the root of Chu Yun's thigh, making him bare his teeth in pain.
"Easy, easy... lighter!"
"Are you trying to murder your husband?" Chu Yun hurriedly said.
"Your face is so thick, I thought the skin elsewhere on you wouldn't feel pain either!" Meng Ruoxue raised her head proudly and looked at him smugly.
"It hurts too much—it pierced right into this Emperor's heart."
"No, it hurts me to death. I need to get it back from you!"
Chu Yun casually found an excuse, scooped Meng Ruoxue into his arms, and headed toward the lounge inside the spirit vessel.
"You! Hey, no!"
"It's broad daylight—why is your appetite so huge?!"
Meng Ruoxue had no choice. Slightly annoyed, she lightly bit Chu Yun's neck, leaving several rows of faint red teeth marks.
Smack!!
Chu Yun grew even more excited. His palm landed directly on her soft, fragrant backside, making her let out a coquettish whimper.
Then he carried her into the room and completely sealed off all sounds from the lounge.
Three hours later.
Exhausted, Meng Ruoxue was now lying weakly asleep on the bed in a thin gauze nightgown.
Chu Yun lay beside her bare-chested, brushing the few strands of black hair from her face to either side, revealing her perfect features.
Chu Yun gently