Chapter 246: Chapter 246 The First Day of Living Together 1
The plane landed nearly a kilometer from the main building. Mo Yinhe refused to let go of her the entire way; he seemed tireless, perhaps because he held his treasure in his arms.
The attendants serving in the manor whom they encountered along the way all stopped, bowing with a nod. "Crown Prince."
But Mo Yinhe was not satisfied. "Call her Crown Princess Consort!"
The male and female attendants all showed surprised expressions but dared not glimpse the girl in Mo Yinhe’s arms.
Mo Yinhe shot them a cold glance, his authority palpable. "What? Can’t you understand what I’m saying?"
"Crown Princess Consort!"
All the attendants, inwardly shaken, feared that any hesitation on their part would anger the Crown Prince.
Si Mingjing’s cheeks burned as she reached out to pinch his arm. "What nonsense are you spouting? Who is your Crown Princess Consort?"
"Sooner or later you will be, Mingjing. The woman I set my sights on, I must have."
Mo Yinhe was in a good mood, boldly carrying her the entire way.
His strides were wide and confident. The sunshine, tinged with the scent of the ocean, cast upon his face, making him appear all the more handsome and dashing.
The azure sky was cloudless, mirroring Mo Yinhe’s mood, sweeping away all gloom.
Si Mingjing stared at his handsome face, somewhat infatuated.
When he was in a good mood like this, he was truly captivating.
Si Mingjing felt both angry and helpless. And faintly, a trace of joy.
"Put me down! Aren’t you tired? I can walk by myself!"
Mo Yinhe was reluctant; he didn’t want others to glimpse her in her pajamas.
His inner dominance and possessiveness were like a caged beast finally set free, unwilling to be restrained in the slightest.
Having had nothing better to do recently, Si Mingjing had watched a classic old movie from over sixty years ago called "The Legend of Zhen Huan."
At this moment, she felt Mo Yinhe resembled the Emperor from that movie, tirelessly carrying Zhen Huan back to Suiyu Pavilion, his face practically etched with two words: ’Love Struck.’
The only difference was that Mo Yinhe was tall and valiant, his short hair stylish. Under the sunlight, his sharply chiseled face was incredibly pleasing to look at.
Si Mingjing blushed slightly. "Put me down, will you!"
"Mingjing, how about you stay in the same room as me?"
Si Mingjing instinctively retorted, "Go to hell!"
Mo Yinhe laughed heartily.
"To die beneath the peonies would be to live life as a ghost in style."
Ignoring her wishes, Mo Yinhe carried her straight to his bedroom and placed her on the three-meter-wide bed.
Before she could get up, Mo Yinhe pressed down on her, his arms bracketing her body. He gave her no chance to escape.
Si Mingjing’s breath hitched, her voice trembling.
"Mo Yinhe, don’t push your luck!"
Mo Yinhe smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek, her small nose, and then her stubborn, rosy lips.
He knew she didn’t truly reject him in her heart; she was just too stubborn to admit it.
Therefore, he was brazen, not just pushing the boundaries but longing to leap far beyond them!
Si Mingjing was on the verge of tears.
Her entire heart was in her throat.
Even though she didn’t truly reject the Demon King, when Mo Yinhe’s restless hands began to slip inside her pajamas, an uncontrollable panic seized her.
This panic was both thrilling and, confusingly, pleasurable.
Si Mingjing was completely ignorant about intimacy, but her accidental consumption of a Dragon Spit Pearl had delivered a shocking lesson to her inexperienced heart.
It left her feeling both ashamed and afraid.
Si Mingjing was afraid of Mo Yinhe at this moment.
His aggression was too potent. Paired with his handsome, extraordinary appearance, it simultaneously repelled and attracted her.
Si Mingjing feared that if she let him continue, her virtue would be compromised.
She could tell just by looking in his eyes how much he desired her.
She panicked, dodging him as her heartbeat accelerated.
"Mo Yinhe, don’t..."
Her body went limp. She could even feel her body’s honest, shamefully indescribable reaction.
Seeing he wouldn’t listen, she could only beg softly, "Mo Yinhe, I’m hungry. I haven’t had breakfast, and if I don’t eat, I’ll get hypoglycemic. I’m starting to feel it a bit now."
Mo Yinhe was breathing heavily, his nose brushing hers. He was unwilling to release her, yet he was also afraid of truly letting her go hungry.
"What do you want to eat?" Mo Yinhe finally compromised.
Si Mingjing tried to get up.
"I want to go see what there is to eat."
Mo Yinhe pecked her lips a few more times, his broad hand pressing her shoulders down, refusing to let her rise.
"Lie here. I’ll get you something to eat."
After Mo Yinhe left, Si Mingjing immediately jumped out of bed.
She tried to leave the room but found the door locked from the outside; it was impossible to kick open.
Si Mingjing, her heart pounding wildly, pushed open the balcony door.
The semi-circular balcony was large. Rather than a balcony, it was more like a terrace, approximately seventy to eighty square meters in size.
The terrace had dining tables, hanging chairs, and tatami mats.
A row of cushions on the tatami mats looked so inviting one wouldn’t want to get up after sitting down. Many flowers were also cultivated around the terrace.
The decor was exceptionally charming.
Si Mingjing spotted a large refrigerator in a corner of the terrace, walked over, and opened it.
The top shelf held milk, fruits, and beverages. The middle section, designed like a sterilization cabinet, contained bowls, spoons, and wine glasses. The bottom was a wine cabinet stocked with various liquors.
She took a canned beverage from the fridge and then lazily sat on a tatami mat.
Drinking her beverage, she enjoyed the sunshine and sea breeze, gazing at the vast ocean in the distance and listening to the sound of the faraway waves.
She recalled a poem her mother had mentioned when she was young: "I wish to face the sea, with spring flowers blooming."
This was probably the scene her mother had described in the poem, wasn’t it? So enchanting, one couldn’t help but fall in love with it.
Mo Yinhe returned, carrying breakfast.
Tall and heroic, yet tender and meticulous, he placed two servings of breakfast on the terrace dining table, gesturing for her to eat.
"Where’s my luggage?"
She wanted to change. She couldn’t keep wearing her pajamas.
Mo Yinhe, guessing she wanted to change, pointed towards the bedroom. "The door to the left inside the bedroom is the dressing room. There are clothes inside, all prepared for you, all washed. You can wear them without worry."
Si Mingjing went to change.
Opening the dressing room door, Si Mingjing was startled.
She almost thought she had walked into a luxury brand’s women’s clothing boutique. The decor and lighting design were so opulent they were breathtaking, perfectly matching her aesthetic sensibilities.
Several beautiful dresses were displayed on mannequins, allowing one to instantly envision how they would look when worn.
Si Mingjing approached one mannequin and discovered it was crafted to match her exact stature and facial features.
So, however the beautiful dresses looked on the mannequin was exactly how they would look on her.
Si Mingjing smiled shyly.
That rascal, Mo Yinhe... had he planned to lure her here all along?
It was surely not a spontaneous decision!
Beside each female mannequin stood a male one, identical to Mo Yinhe, dressed in a suit that complemented the female mannequin’s dress.
Each set looked like a perfectly coordinated couple’s outfit. They were so well-matched it was impossible not to be pleased.