Doted By The Regent King-Chapter 1427 - 1365: A Certain Someone’s Entrance

Early Autumn, the cool breeze lightly brushes by, the hanging gauze curtains are gently swaying, inside the curtains, someone is sleeping, breathing evenly.

Outside the window, the Moon is bright, the cool moonlight shines on the sleeping person’s face, tranquil and peaceful.

The gauze curtain is lifted by a slender hand, the hand that lifts the curtain reaches out toward the sleeping face.

Just as the fingertips are about to touch her face, the person in slumber suddenly grasps the hand almost touching her face, her lying body agilely springs up, twisting the other’s hand behind him.

But the person reacts quickly too, his body shrinks and lowers, pinning the woman’s hand with a counter move.

The two begin to exchange blows atop the nanmu bed adorned with begonia carvings, back and forth for just twenty-odd moves, the visitor is pinned beneath the woman, his neck pressed sideways by her arm.

"Are you going easy on me, looking down on me?" The woman’s bright black eyes stare at the handsome face pinned by her arm, she snorts arrogantly, saying: "A rogue sneaking into a lady’s chamber at night should have the skills for it, shouldn’t he? How can you go easy!"

The ’Rogue’ smiles radiantly, strokes her face, saying: "This rogue gives up resistance, yet you’re unsatisfied?"

"I think you’re spoiling for a fight!"

The Rogue laughs heartily, flips over, changes position, presses her underneath him, gazing greedily at her face: "Wufu, I’ve returned!"

Wufu raises an eyebrow, snorting lightly: "Your entrance and role are somewhat unconventional, a dignified prince turning into a rogue sneaking into a lady’s chamber at night, intending to pluck flowers?"

If she hadn’t known it was him, Wufu’s moves wouldn’t have been so gentle, she’d have been ruthless when he came in.

This person, is back!

Ah Jiu’s deep eyes curve, fingers stroke her face, saying: "Does Wufu like it? This manner of entrance?" He pauses, then points at her lips: "Such a lovely flower, is willing to be plucked by Mr. Jiulang?"

Wufu snorts, hooks his head down with one hand, saying: "I can force myself to accept it. As for whether willing to be plucked, let’s see how you perform."

She says so, but her eyes are filled with joy and laughter, it’s the happiness of seeing him.

Ah Jiu can’t help but feel his heart blossom, saying: "It seems like Wufu is unsatisfied because the rogue hasn’t done one more thing."

"What... um."

His scorching hot lips descend upon hers, gently licking, as if treating a sacred treasure.

Feeling his fervency and urgency, Wufu’s heart also stirs with a hint of the unfamiliar, somewhat sour, but more sweet, like the honey water she drank in the morning, sweetly cloying.

This feeling is so unfamiliar, yet she likes it very much, what can she do?

Outside the window, hearing the commotion, Purple Jade rises from the couch, walks to the window and listens quietly for a moment, but then walks away with a smile, glancing at the full moon, the moonlight bright as silver, though it’s not yet the fifteenth, the Moon is already round, this year’s Mid-Autumn Festival, is bound to be a merry reunion.