The Anarchic Consort [ Chapter 1 - 199 ]

Chapter 85: His Highness' Tyrannical Kiss

The slender, yet distinctly jointed fingers gently came in contact with the top of her wrist. Baili Jia Jue lifted his head little by little and looked at her, a pair of eyes possessing the allure to bewitch one’s mind……

Wei Wei at this point then became conscious that two people were getting too close to each other, so close that their eyelashes were touching one another’s.

Wei Wei knitted her long, shapely eyebrows, and was going to pull her hand back, but instead was pulled by him to fall back directly towards the ground, and just so happened to land on his chest.

He lowered his eyes to look at her. That pair of beautiful eyes beneath the mask was like a deep, ancient well, nonchalantly noble and unfathomable.

That simple silk nightgown draped on his body had two buttons unfastened, exposing a deeply sunken, exquisite collarbone. The opened collar appeared to contour an extremely slender neck.

Wei Wei wasn’t on guard as he willfully extended his arm and just led her entire body to finally wrap her in his chest.
Her face was practically buried in his chest, within his slightly cool skin, faintly feeling his heart playfully pulsing.

It’s just that the posture Third Prince used to hold her wasn’t at all like a man embracing a woman, rather, it was exactly as if he was holding a human shaped house pet.

“Wait until I clipped your claw, see how you’ll still go stir up the bees and incite the butterflies.”

He leaned against the side of her ear, and spoke a line of undecipherable drunken words. Wei Wei only felt that after that breath struck her ear, she was limp and numb and slightly tickled.

Wei Wei was just about to say, Third Prince, you’ve recognized the wrong person.

Baili Jia Jue suddenly pushed her away, his fingers tightly covered his abdomen. His long eyebrows furrowed deeply, “Feeling unwell.”
Wei Wei was really going to just walk away. However, thinking about how the Third Prince also helped her previously, she moderated her temper and asked, “Is it a stomachache?”

Baili Jia Jue didn’t make a sound and only closed his pair of eyes tightly. The color of his lips seemed to turn a bit cold.

Wei Wei felt that this master was truly hard to please and sighed as she held a teacup and had him drink a bit of warm water. “Does it feel a bit better now?”

After Baili Jia Jue heard her voice, he opened that pair of long and narrow eyes. A smiling expression streaked across the corners of those usually indifferent and chilly eyes.

A person like him, once he smiled, could very easily shake heaven and earth. An indescribably pure and charming tricky devil, slightly raised his brows and eyes directly looked at her, expressing the hint of an inquiry.

Wei Wei swore to herself, if this drunk Third Prince still failed to recognize who she was, she’d definitely take the entire cup of tea and splash it on his face, making him……

This idea of hers didn’t even get a chance to come around when an unimaginably cold, faint scent of sandalwood, ice-coldness, just like snow, stamped on her lips.

Wei Wei’s mind blanked out.

Seeing this expression of hers, on that rather dark little face, Baili Jia Jue didn’t know what, just what possessed him to move forward and leaned his body to increase the strength of the kiss.

The taste was indeed even better than what he imagined, both sweet and soft.

Baili Jia Jue couldn’t help but suck and suck, there was a faint taste of osmanthus pastry.