I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 152 Feed me like this and I'll feel better

He didn't open his eyes, but his other hand was around her neck.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, his voice weak and tinged with a hint of teasing.

"Sister, are you going to feed me blood?"

Hearing Su Fengling's voice, Zhongli Yueluo's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

She frowned and tapped his forehead in an annoyed manner.

He couldn't keep up the act any longer, opened his eyes, and wrapped his arms tightly around her neck.

Their eyes met, filled with deep affection and longing.

"Let go." Although Zhongli Yueluo said this, she moved her head slightly closer to him.

Su Fengling could no longer suppress his smile; instead of letting go, he forcefully pulled her towards him.

"Stop it, little brother..." Her voice was slightly angry, and her eyes were a little evasive.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly, nuzzling her cheek with the tip of his nose, his tone slightly coquettish.

"I'm not making a fuss, sister. You need to feed me like this so I'll feel better."

His gaze was fixed unabashedly on her lips, his eyes sparkling, and his hand slowly guided her closer.

Finally, he hooked his arms around her neck, and she, with one hand to brush her hair aside, leaned down; her lips were still throbbing slightly.

This time, however, he wasn't so unrestrained. He gently licked the wound, his expression full of longing and possessiveness.

After a light touch, he felt it wasn't enough, so he held her tightly by the back of her head, wanting to devour her.

He took possession of her lips and teeth inch by inch, and when she resisted, he used even more force.

He pried open her pearly teeth, laughing, and became even more brazen in his invasion.

He only gently released her when his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

His eyes were full of dissatisfaction; he didn't want to stop.

But he was afraid of hurting her, so he smiled, his eyes crinkling, as if he had aroused her desire.

She gently traced his jawline with her fingers, then pinched his chin with two fingers: "Little brother, are you trying to run away?"

Her kiss was passionate, yet somewhat domineering, as if she were venting her frustrations on him.

Between her soft, tender lips, he could feel her nibbling at him from time to time. Su Fengling's eyes widened in surprise, and a jolt of electricity seemed to run through his body.

His fingers trembled slightly as he gently placed them on her blouse, wanting to go further but not daring to move.

His face flushed, and he gently pushed Zhongli Yueluo away, even looking a little shy and embarrassed.

"Sister, that's enough." The voice was mumbled, completely unlike her usual domineering demeanor.

Zhongli Yueluo didn't speak, but simply ran her thumb across his lips, which were red and swollen, indicating that he had been too engrossed in his moment.

"Get up if that's enough, my little brother?" A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, revealing two dimples.

Who could have guessed that she was the one who initiated the attack just now?

He held her waist with lingering affection, burying his face in her chest.

A reassuring sweet aroma, mixed with the scent of wild peaches, made him feel exceptionally comfortable.

"Sister, let me hug you a little longer." He rubbed his face against her chest.

Zhongli Yueluo gently stroked his hair, then patted his back softly.

He is so serene when he is not speaking.

"elder sister?"

"Ok?"

"elder sister?"

"Ok!"

She was about to turn his face towards her and ask him why he called her?

He reached out and hooked his arm around her neck again, but this time he used the leverage to sit up.

He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, his round eyes narrowed, his gaze so sweet it made her heart flutter.

She quickly turned her face to the side.

She used to treat all three of them equally, but now, that's not necessarily the case.

He wanted to get closer, but she quickly placed her hands on his chest and mechanically turned her face to the other side; she was afraid.

"Sister." He actually shook his sleeve and acted coquettishly, insisting on getting his face close to hers.

He cupped her face in his hands: "So, my sister loves me the most, right?"

His eyes were full of anticipation, but a hint of fear, barely perceptible, also flashed across them.

He was afraid that if she said yes, he would feel sorry for her, but he was also afraid that if she said no, he wouldn't feel sorry for her.

She bit her swollen lips and placed her hand over his.

She glanced at him only once, then lowered her head and nodded.

The heartache she had imagined didn't occur, she said!

He was the one she loved most. Did she not know that before? But at least at this moment, he was the one she loved most!

His forehead pressed tightly against hers, his excitement beyond words.

He longed to hold her tightly in his arms, but his body ached all over, and this wasn't a good time.

A muffled thud came from afar, interrupting their flirting.

Su Fengling's eyes immediately dimmed. Why were there always so many people bothering him when it was his turn?

He looked into the distance, then at Shang Hong's corpse not far away. If it wasn't him causing trouble, then who was it?

Zhongli Yueluo helped him stand up, and thick smoke seemed to rise from the distant mountain peaks.

This looks like the dust and dirt from pushing down that hill.

How profound must one's cultivation be to achieve such a feat?

Su Fengling's heart tightened. Given his current physical condition, he could barely protect himself, let alone with Zhongli Yueluo by his side.

Zhongli Yueluo squinted, staring intently at the mountain peak in that direction.

There was no sense of crisis in my heart, and there seemed to be a familiar feeling pulling me along.

"Sister, why don't you go first?" Su Fengling pondered for a long time before finally uttering this spineless remark.

"fine."

"Can……"

She patted his hand, giving him a reassuring look.

Su Fengling was deeply moved, thinking that even in this moment of crisis, Zhongli Yueluo had never thought of abandoning him.

"I will definitely protect my sister." His eyes were firm.

Zhongli Yueluo was still in the mood to joke with him: "Why aren't you called princess anymore?"

"Hmph! It's because my sister is ignoring me, I'm not happy!" He turned his face away arrogantly.

Zhongli Yueluo laughed even more happily, and then she saw smoke rising along the way, as if the ground was being pushed.

Strange, there's no killing intent! Su Fengling also stared intently at the smoke.

Gradually, a figure rushed out from inside, with two buns, a pair of bright green eyes, and a mouthful of sharp teeth!

No wonder Zhongli Yueluo wasn't worried; it turns out it was He Yuhuan.

She had a mouthful of flower petals in her mouth and was holding an iron chain in her hand, with a coffin attached to the back of the chain.

The scene was quite shocking. Zhongli Yuelu frowned, and He Yuhuan also stopped far away, calling out, "Master! Master!"

Su Fengling gritted his teeth inwardly. That old monster, damn it...

He wanted to spend more time with his sister, so why is she here again!

Zhongli Yuelu responded, and then her gaze fell on the coffin behind her.

He Yuhuan wouldn't be dragging a coffin around for no reason; there must be some reason.

She helped Su Fengling reunite with He Yuhuan, who still held onto the chains.

Instead, it called out anxiously again, "Master!"

Then the coffin behind her suddenly jerked a few times.

He Yuhuan swung his hammer, knocking the coffin lid off, and a person crawled out.