The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 270 Jiang Jinshuang, how dare you?
His voice was incredibly hoarse.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned slightly, a chill running down her spine as he touched her skin.

She was pinned down on the bed.

Behind her, the man grabbed her lower abdomen and pressed down on her back.

"Shuang'er, call me husband..."

That seems a bit too extreme.

Jiang Jinshuang pursed her lips, instinctively wanting to avoid her.

But every gap between their fingers was carefully covered by him, and their hands were clasped together, inseparable.

With her hands raised above her head, the visual impairment, combined with the accompanying sandalwood scent, even gave Jiang Jinshuang a kind of illusion.

—A deadly illusion.

"Pei, Lin, Lin Qingyan, I'm not quite used to it yet..."

She said this, but the delicate kisses on her back didn't stop.

He simply followed her spine, one bone at a time, inch by inch, kissing every part of her back.

to be frank!
When it comes to real combat, there was only that one time with Pei Du.

Jiang Jinshuang herself was not opposed to such things, nor did she have the idea of ​​remaining chaste for anyone.

However, at this moment, the aggressiveness the man displayed left Jiang Jinshuang somewhat... at a loss.

Yes, I'm at a loss.

It seemed that she had never seen Lin Qingyan with such a devastatingly aggressive aura.

With undisguised coldness and possessiveness, and without any concealment of their desires and demands.

He pressed her against him, like a giant ball of burning coal.

Jiang Jinshuang is the type of person who is most prone to losing focus when every second counts.

Just like now, she suddenly remembered that on that night three years ago, Pei Du seemed to have been pressing against her in the same way.

He put one of her legs on his shoulder and charged at her recklessly.

She couldn't even understand why, after three years together, he would hate her so much in the end.

So much so that he wouldn't let her catch her breath, as if he wanted to melt her into his very bones.

That was Jiang Jinshuang's only romantic experience. Apart from that, her knowledge of sex was limited to picture books and storybooks.

--no the same.

Pei Du's account differs from the descriptions in the storybooks and illustrations.

She was completely naked.

The man behind her was fully clothed, with nothing amiss except for some unkempt wrinkles that she had grabbed.

Even though Jiang Jinshuang was blindfolded and couldn't see her surroundings, she could still sense that the man on top of her seemed to be carrying some kind of emotion.

The kiss started down the spine and extended down the neck.

He lifted her lower abdomen with one hand and held her neck with the other, kissing her shoulder.

There was no movement below.

Jiang Jinshuang could feel the desire growing stronger and stronger.

That can't be right, can it?

She read in a storybook that when a man and woman get married, they should at least chat for a few words before getting into bed!

How……

Is it different from what's said in the storybooks?

Jiang Jinshuang pursed her lips slightly, her cool lips brushing against her shoulder. Jiang Jinshuang frowned and gently bit her cherry lips.

Not quite... not used to it.

Yes, she's not used to it.

Jiang Jinshuang sighed resignedly, her tone softening slightly, almost like coaxing: "Lin Qingyan, how about taking off your blindfold?"

Jiang Jinshuang felt uneasy if she didn't look at him.

Whether it's sandalwood, warmth, or even those delicate, desire-filled kisses.

She would inexplicably imagine herself as someone else.

The similar scenes and smells made her thoughts wander.

That's not fair.

So unfair.

This is not fair to Lin Qingyan.

She was naturally aware of her responsibilities as a married woman and would never do anything to betray her husband. Therefore, Jiang Jinshuang still felt that she should keep an eye on Lin Qingyan and try to correct her thinking.

Otherwise, on her wedding night, while consummating her marriage with her husband, she would be thinking of her former lover. Even if Jiang Jinshuang had a terrible personality, she would know that it was immoral.

“Call me husband…Shuang’er, not Lin Qingyan…”

The man on top of her pressed against her temple, whispering in her ear, "It's my husband..."

Jiang Jinshuang smiled helplessly, assuming that Lin Qingyan had probably had some wine and was just being coquettish.

She readily agreed, laughing, "My husband."

They began to linger.

He pressed against her, his speed increasing.

Jiang Jinshuang heard the sound of water.

The burning sensation on her face spread to the tips of her ears. Jiang Jinshuang bit her lip slightly, but still insisted, "Pei, my husband, please take off your veil."

—My thoughts always lead her away and make her into someone else.

That shouldn't be the case.

No.

But the man did not listen to her.

He had one leg draped over his shoulder; his broad, powerful shoulders were even more upright and imposing than they had been three years ago.

"'Pei' what... What does Your Highness want to say about Pei?"

The man's voice was low, husky, and cold. He grabbed her slender waist and rammed into her.

"No..." Jiang Jinshuang wanted to deny something.

Her hands struggled, like a drowning pedestrian, or as if she were trying to grab onto something.

In the end, all she could grab was the man's neck.

She wrapped her arms around the man's neck and heard the sound of water even clearer.

"Your Highness married Lin Qingyan, but you're thinking of other men, aren't you?"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, and with each pause, he exerted more force.

"No, Lin Qingyan..."

Her voice was shattered by his impact, incoherent, and she couldn't even begin to explain.

"Not what?" The man's kiss landed again.

With a slightly hoarse voice and without stopping for a moment, she asked, "Aren't you thinking about other men, or are you in love with Lin Qingyan?"

Why does she call herself "Lin Qingyan"...?

Jiang Jinshuang felt her head was a complete mess, and her long legs, which had been lifted up, even ached a little.

"Ding Dong——"

"Ding Dong——"

Ah, it's her jade bracelet.

—To be precise, it was a family heirloom jade bracelet that Lin Qingyan gave her.

Her arms were wrapped around the man's neck, and with his movements, the golden bells on her jade bracelet jingled incessantly.

With unwavering loyalty and diligence, he recorded every tremor of Jiang Jinshuang's heart.

The man clearly heard the jade bracelet rattle as well.

Jiang Jinshuang felt a sense of disorientation. She raised her chin and heard a cold laugh from the man in front of her.

Just as Jiang Jinshuang was trying to understand the meaning behind the man's cold laugh, the jade bracelet's bell stopped ringing for a moment.

The next second, she heard a familiar yet cold voice above her head.

Mixed with undisguised emotions and desires, it rushed towards her like a dense net.

"Jiang Jinshuang, how dare you..."

The bell only paused for a moment, and the next second, the sound became a chaotic mess.

The sounds of firecrackers and drums outside rose and fell, seemingly pushing today's wedding banquet to its climax.

In the bedroom, when she heard the name "Jiang Jinshuang," it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.

With difficulty, she freed one hand and, without saying a word, even somewhat flustered, removed the veil from her face.

"Dang Cang——"

The phoenix crown and gold and silver jewelry that were originally placed at the head of the bed rolled to the ground because the bed was shaking.

Jiang Jinshuang's eyes widened in astonishment!