The concubine is soft and charming, and the prince is willing to seduce her

Chapter 204 Snow-soaked Lychee Wine

Wei Qingye steadied her body and lowered his head to look at her face. "Let me take a good look to see if you got hit."

Shen Zhiyu shook her head slightly, only to find that his jaw was red from being hit, "Your Highness, your face..."

She moved her body, trying to get out of his arms, but his hand around her waist did not loosen.

"Your Highness, I'll get you some ointment to apply."

"It's okay, don't move." As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers began to wander around her waist, as if measuring something.

Shen Zhiyu's glassy eyes widened and she asked in a low voice, "How is it, have I really gained weight?"

He whispered, "Slim as a willow, waist in the palm of your hand."

Her clear glass eyes were filled with joy, "It's good that you're not fat, so that you won't make a fool of yourself on my brother's wedding day."

"But I don't want you to go out and meet people wearing this." After he finished speaking, he leaned over and pressed his lips against hers.

Shen Zhiyu's pupils dilated, and a sentence escaped from her lips and teeth: "Why?"

"Because Zhizhi, wearing this dress, looks like a fairy stepping on clouds into the mortal world. I can't let them see you. I just want to hide you and let only me see you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed her even harder, and the hand clasped on Yang Liu's waist also tightened, pressing against her lower back and pressing her into his arms.

Shen Zhiyu stared at him blankly, forgetting to close her eyes for a moment.

Wei Qingye's bony fingers massaged her lower back, his dark phoenix eyes seemed to be filled with ripples, yet also calm.

The kiss ended soon, and Shen Zhiyu vaguely smelled a faint scent of lychee mixed with alcohol, which was somewhat intoxicating.

"Could it be that the drink that Chai Hui gave His Highness was fake snow-soaked lychee wine? Otherwise, considering His Highness's alcohol tolerance, why would he say such drunken words?"

Shen Zhiyu wanted to break free from his hand, but the prince was too clingy and she couldn't get away at all.

"Didn't you ask Chai Hui to get this for me?" Wei Qingye put his arm around her waist and led her to the wide chair. "I'm a little drunk now, why are you saying this again?"

After being exposed, Shen Zhiyu's mind was a little dull, as if it was stagnant, not to mention the faint aroma of lychee wine coming from the prince. "I am just concerned about your highness." Shen Zhiyu found an excuse for herself, as if this could cover up her original purpose of reciprocity.

"I will go get some sobering soup so that Your Highness won't have a headache after sobering up."

She pretended to get off the other side of the wide chair, and bony fingers pressed down on her legs.

"Why does Zhizhi keep emphasizing that I'm drunk?" Wei Qingye put his other hand on the back of her neck, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Isn't this what Zhizhi wants?"

Shen Zhiyu's pupils suddenly shrank, and she subconsciously retorted: "What nonsense are you talking about, Your Highness?"

The hand that was holding her leg moved up along the curve of her body, pinching her slender waist, forcing her to lean back to reveal her white, tender and smooth neck.

The touch of thin lips and the warm breath sprayed between them made Shen Zhiyu tremble slightly.

"I know that Zhizhi has been secretly looking for an opportunity to interact with me. Today I will give you this opportunity, okay?"

Shen Zhiyu almost drowned in those affectionate phoenix eyes. She turned her head subconsciously, "No, no, Your Highness is drunk...hiss~~"

The slight pain in her neck made her gasp.

"Isn't it good to be drunk alone?" Wei Qingye slowly let go of the piece of flesh in his mouth, and then slowly kissed nearby.

Shen Zhiyu's clothes gradually became messy, and she was almost out of breath. She coaxed again: "Zhizhi wants to do something, I will not resist."

Tangtang has indeed been writing very slowly this month because I feel a lot of pressure to finish the book. I am afraid that the last less than 100,000 words will not be well written and will bring a bad reading experience. I also feel that that would be unfair to every character in my book.

It is said that love often feels like a debt. I have this feeling about every character that appears in the book, and I feel that I can write better.

But I don't dare to go back and revise it, because my thoughts and feelings now are completely different from those at that time. The revised work now may be better in terms of plot and character control, but it doesn't have the youthful aura of a few months agoε=(ο｀*))) Alas

If you don't want to ruin the footprints you have taken step by step, then you will end up looking back at the road you came from.

Snow-soaked lychee wine is the iced alcoholic beverage we have today. If you are interested, you can search for Song Dynasty wines and beverages.