Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 306: Ah, I Let My Guard Down

"Don’t cry, I didn’t do all this to make you cry. I just wanted to give you ’a’ real home, so you can be at ease." He laughed softly and wiped her tears with his hand.

Qu Fulan couldn’t help but embrace him, burying her face in his chest, letting the tears fall freely.

Everyone spends their whole life wanting to meet a soulmate, to accompany them for a lifetime.

Yet how many people spend their whole life and never encounter one.

That’s why there are so many resentful couples and hatred.

How fortunate she was to have met one here.

Their marriage happened suddenly. Although she told herself to go with the flow, she never truly invested her feelings. Or rather, she kept "persuading" herself to integrate, to adapt. After all, it was just "persuasion," not from the heart, not willingly. That’s why she could refrain from complaining or resenting.

Because in this foreign world, she couldn’t find a place to belong, considering herself as a drifting plant, floating wherever fate led. How could such a person have the leisure to talk about feelings?

But this person in front of her "rescued" her, gave her a "place to settle and live in."

She had never felt as full and secure inside as she did at this moment.

Everything she had been through before seemed to be worth it for this moment in life.

That evening, he let her cry in his arms, let her tears soak his clothes, he just held her silently.

As if after realizing her true feelings, he said nothing, instead exploring continually, then showing through actions that he was on her side. No matter the moment, she could do what she wanted without any worries.

The woman he liked did not need to be like other women, who could only rely on men, trapped in the inner courtyard.

Qu Fulan didn’t know how long she cried. When she finally came to her senses, she realized his clothes were soaking wet. She felt very embarrassed, "I’ve dirtied your clothes."

His clothes were custom-made, first-class fabric and embroidery, just like the clothes in her wardrobe, priceless.

"It’s an honor for them." He took her handkerchief to wipe the traces off her face.

Qu Fulan laughed, though her nose was still red, looking a bit comical.

Yet a beauty is always a beauty, the more sorrowful the crying, the more endearing.

He didn’t take advantage of the situation.

"Let’s go, it’s late, we should head back."

"Okay."

He took her hand, and she watched as her hand was enveloped in his large and warm palm, as if it was her whole world.

After only a few steps, she couldn’t help but turn her head to look at him.

The tall man, with an outstanding profile. Although it wasn’t the first time she had seen him, it was the first time she observed him so meticulously.

A magical feeling, clearly the same person, yet seeing him now felt completely different from before.

The more she looked, the more she wanted to look. The more she looked, the more she liked.

He couldn’t help but sigh softly, turn his head to look at her, and smiled asking, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

She truly didn’t know how tempting it was for him.

God knows how difficult it was facing the woman he liked all day, who had even become his wife, yet he couldn’t touch or kiss her?

Although tonight’s events moved her, he didn’t want to take advantage of the situation, at least give her some thinking time so she wouldn’t act impulsively.

Qu Fulan, caught by him, turned her head blushing, didn’t explain, but after a while, she couldn’t help but look again.

How can he be so good looking?

Pei Ji couldn’t help but sigh, "Look if you want, it wouldn’t reduce me a piece of flesh anyway."

Even if it did, she’d still look, and he would willingly let her.

The man’s mouth couldn’t help but curve into a slight smile.

But once they got on the carriage, she was still looking at him with that gaze, as if she had found some unforeseen treasure, afraid of losing it if she didn’t watch continuously. He couldn’t take it any longer, raised his hand to cover her eyes, and whispered near her ear, "If you keep looking, I won’t be able to resist kissing you."

The warm breath hit her ear, and she didn’t move at all. Furthermore, with her eyes covered and the dim light in the carriage, she couldn’t see a thing.

But his large hand didn’t cover her eyes tightly; she could still blink. Her long eyelashes brushed against his palm, more tormenting than brushing against his heart.

Pei Ji’an declared his willpower defeated, removing his hand, "Lanlan, you lured me."

Qu Fulan, only then able to see, hadn’t figured out what he meant before feeling warmth on her lips.

Although it wasn’t the first time he kissed her, the sensation was entirely different. Previously, she was passive, initially able to withstand with reason. But this time, she truly experienced the taste of love.

She felt as if an acupuncture point had been pressed, turning soft, as if her bones had disappeared.

She didn’t know how long it passed. In any case, she felt she was about to suffocate when he finally let go of her, "How come you still don’t know how to breathe?"

Qu Fulan only felt her mouth dry; all the moisture had been taken away by him.

Hearing him say this, clearly mocking her lack of competence, she was annoyed, just about to say something when she felt something was off.

But at that moment, her mind froze and stopped turning.

No matter how clever she was, there were times of carelessness. Besides, in situations like these, staying calm and rational can’t be considered manly.

Otherwise, why do people say men are most vulnerable in bed? There’s a certain truth to it.

Pei Ji’an, feeling satisfied now, even fondly rubbed her cheek, filled with love and tenderness.

Qu Fulan, however, came to a sudden realization, slapped his hand away, "So, those two times you acted drunk, it was all an act?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The first time during the winter hunt, he barged into her tent drunk, making advances.

The second time he directly kissed her.

Yet every time he acted as if nothing had happened afterwards, as if he had amnesia. She didn’t dare question further, left frustrated with nowhere to release it.

Turns out, the whole time he was pretending!

"Ah, I was careless." Caught red-handed, the Princely Heir showed no panic.

Qu Fulan glared at him in embarrassment, but hadn’t looked in a mirror. If she had, she could see her current expression, filled with tender rouge, no angry glare — just coyness.

Indeed, a woman in love couldn’t even manage a fierce expression.

"How can you be so nonchalant?" She was incredulous; shouldn’t he feel ashamed and apologize?

Who was the one claiming to give her time, to not touch her, acting like a gentleman? Yet she believed him.

It’s one thing post-marriage, but pre-marriage, what was that all about?

She distinctly remembered he could expel alcohol. How could such a person get genuinely drunk? If he did, it surely was an act to mislead others, and unknowingly, her.

Too despicable!

She should have seen through it sooner. What drunk person acts as if nothing happened the next day? Anyone truly hungover wouldn’t wake up without a pounding headache and all sorts of discomfort.

Pei Ji’an sighed, "I’ve never had any resistance to you. Usually, I just held up, but with alcohol I couldn’t control it. Ultimately, it’s simply my weak willpower, an unrestrained affection."