After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

Chapter 175 The bright moon finally enters his arms

To be honest, Wen Hemian felt that Xie Lang was like a paper tiger.

When he imprisoned her in the palace, it was not so much about forcing her as it was about wanting her to discover some other emotions from this broken relationship.

He was an emperor and could be strong and decisive. No one could say anything about what he wanted, even if it was unreasonable.

But he was extremely careful in treating her.

Maybe it's the trauma left after losing and regaining something.

He could no longer tolerate any loss.

"Is it because I can't give you a sense of security? Or am I not clear enough?"

Wen Hemian paused, as if he couldn't help himself, and suppressed a laugh: "Also, Your Majesty, isn't it hard to be Liu Xiahui?"

No feeling develops overnight. Especially after thinking it over, Wen Hemian understood more and more that perhaps before she chose to leave, she had some inexplicable feelings for him, which was why she hesitated several times.

And now, it just deepens this feeling.

Xie Lang stammered several times, and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid you will think I'm too aggressive..."

He had never learned how to love someone, and he had already made Wen Hemian angry before, so he tried hard to pretend to be well-behaved and sensible. He knew she would fall for it, and he was reluctant to break it.

To put it bluntly, he was afraid that his endless demands would bore her.

"I've never seen you so sensible before."

Wen Hemian commented mercilessly: "Who was the one who refused to even call me Grand Tutor in the beginning?"

Or was it that she risked her life to save him, and was forced to say that in a desperate situation.

"me--"

Xie Lang stuttered. When the embarrassing incident from many years ago was brought up, he couldn't help blushing, and said with a hint of clarification: "I was young at that time and didn't know much."

"There's no need to be sensible now."

Wen Hemian suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him, her eyes sparkling with brilliance, her tone soft and gentle: "Don't I know what kind of personality you have? I think our relationship of more than ten years should be enough to prove that I am not afraid."

"As for the past, I didn't think it through, so I just tried to escape."

"But you have to believe that at this moment, my feelings for you are the same as your feelings for me."

These words have been brewing in my heart for a long time, and speaking them out is not as difficult as I imagined.

Wen Hemian was just slow, not cowardly. After seeing such ardent and unreserved passion, how could she remain indifferent? That would be too cold-blooded.

Xie Lang's Adam's apple rolled slightly. He stared at the person in front of him, almost in disbelief, and was visibly stunned: "I... I was just afraid that I would hurt you, afraid that I would not be able to control myself. The Master did not see it with his own eyes, but I am indeed a lunatic."

He blinked bitterly, the alcohol spread, and his ears turned red. He slowly tried to open his mouth again, and heard Wen Hemian's agreement.

"Yeah, he's really a little lunatic."

Xie Lang widened his eyes in grievance, like a puppy about to be abandoned by its owner.

Wen Hemian laughed in a soft voice.

"So what if you're a little lunatic? Aren't you still with me?"

Her eyebrows and eyes were soft, and in Xie Lang's eyes, it seemed that there was a hint of beauty in the movement of her lips.

He almost uncontrollably moved closer, and then heard her say, "So I ask again, Your Majesty, is it hard to be Liu Xiahui?"

“It’s hard work. Very hard work.”

Xie Lang hugged her tremblingly, the aroma of wine filled his arms. With great restraint, he pressed his lips against hers, his voice low and hoarse, almost just a breath.

"Tonight... is that okay?"

Wen Hemian smiled silently: "Of course."

"Didn't you just say that you were a little crazy? Why are you hesitant now?"

Xie Lang carefully traced the lines of her lips, and with a tug of his hand, the bed curtain fell down. It seemed that even his breathing became hot and his chest heaved violently.

"That's because I care about you."

Xie Lang wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, and soon a red mark was left there. He bent down and kissed it almost excitedly, with a hint of alcohol in his eyes, so bright that it was difficult to look directly at him.

Wen Hemian let out a deep breath, thinking that he might have really gone crazy, or perhaps he had become a little intoxicated by him. He smiled and raised his hand to touch the young man's cheek, his words filled with gentle indulgence.

“Sometimes, you don’t have to care so much.”

"I want you to be a wise ruler who is upright, self-disciplined and respectful. That is in the court and in front of outsiders, not at this moment."

"Xie Huaichuan, do you still want to be a gentleman?"

Xie Lang had always known that his tutor looked graceful and aloof, but in fact, she had a very sharp tongue. Not many people in the court could defeat her in an argument, let alone the skills she could display when they really started competing with each other.

He kissed her lips with a mixture of anger and amusement, his hands moving without stopping, and soon he had unbuttoned her clothes. He was busy grabbing her hands, intertwining their fingers.

"Since Han Shuang said it herself, you have to be able to bear it."

Wen Hemian suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

But it was too late.

Some things, once you promise them, there is no room for going back on your word, especially when it comes to things that you'll become addicted to once you try them.

The wolf cub, who had been restrained for many years, finally couldn't help showing his fangs and claws. He carefully carried the prey into the nest and would not allow anyone to covet it.

Wen Hemian is his.

The bright moon finally falls into his arms.

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The consequence of indulgence is a night of entanglement and chaos.

Wen Hemian felt that he was completely wrong.

Especially after waking up the next morning.

She felt more and more that she shouldn't have given Xie Lang so many glasses of wine, nor should she have agreed to his request so easily.

She was already at an age of integrity and vigor, but being provoked by her was simply terrifying. I wonder how much of her fragile skin was still intact.

As soon as she opened her eyelids, her throat felt dry. Fortunately, a cup of warm water was quickly brought to her to moisten her throat. The other hand fell on her waist and slowly rubbed it for her.

"woke up?"

Xie Lang happily came over and kissed her, his eyes bright and happy: "Do you want to drink more?"

He looked very excited and couldn't wait to feed Wen Hemian another bite.

Unexpectedly, apart from the soreness in the waist, there was no other discomfort. The bruises on the body were applied with medicine. It looked scary but didn't hurt much. I guess it was a physical problem.

Wen Hemian recovered and pushed his hand away, his voice a little cold: "I just want you to get out."

He doesn't know the seriousness of the problem.

Have all those books gone into the dog’s stomach?

"Never."

Perhaps because he had just succeeded, Xie Lang was not afraid of her cold eyes at all. He put down the tea bowl in his hand, supported her shoulders with a smile, lowered his head and leaned against her, speaking coquettishly in a soft voice.

"It has come to this, Han Shuang can't just abandon me."

Wen Hemian suddenly felt a little absurd, powerless and numb: "What do you mean I abandoned you after having sex with you? Your Majesty, please have some shame."