Falling Dreams Of Fang Hua

Chapter 45.2

The corners of his lips twitched up into something like a smile. "You're already Zhen's woman, what else could Zhen do?"

Ah...

Ahhhh, but didn't I lose my memories?

He lowered the bed curtains around us.

I couldn't resign myself to sitting on the bed, but reached out to jerk the bed curtains aside, only to hear him say, "It's chaotic in the outside world, so Zhen will protect you."

Before I could recovered from my surprise, he had already caught my hand. His other hand brushed open my outer robes to dig inside until they felt my shoulder bones, bringing with it a surprising chill. His large hands were like cocoons, and wherever he touched, my skin seem to turn numb and heated...

"Zhen knows why he doesn't like this outfit," he bent over, his heavy voice mixing with his breaths by my side. His lips parted to close around my ears as he hummed, and my mind seemed to burst. Soft and warm, the tactile impressions left by his sucking felt like tiny ants itching across my skin.

"It's too much trouble to take off, which Zhen doesn't like."

This was brazenly taking liberties. I felt unusually indignant and terribly shy, but there was no place to hide. I could only say without any hint of force, "Let go already."

The effect was just a little shy of an ant snorting.

"Zhen won't let go. You should know..." A faint hint of a smile could be found in his words as he regarded me warmly, long fingers brushing against my cheeks. "My thoughts of you grow deeper day after day."

I was a little dumbfounded. He smiled and held me tighter.

The bed curtains were all down and the light was hazy. It was a little hard to breathe with him crushing me. I could faintly hear the sound of his pendants moving, as if he were taking off his robes. My mind was in a heavy daze when I raised my head to grab the curtains...at least to get a breath of fresh air.

He bent over and tightly gripped my wrist, not letting me go. His expression was filled with the energy of an easy victory, the aura every inch an emperor...but to use it here... This person, how could he do such a thing?

He raised so many male concubines in the palace without accepting a single female. He should like men, so he shouldn't be able to act like this with me. But the truth was far from reality.

"What are you thinking about...why don't you speak?" his hands dug in my robes and held me, fingers lightly rubbing against my skin. "...is it ticklish? Don't hide yourself away..."

Tears, why was he so interested in women? Can anyone tell me the reason? I took a breath and covered myself, turning my head away while I shot him a hazy look. I felt exceedingly puzzled and wronged.

"Y...y-you...this is..."

His face was half wreathed in light, half in shadow, making his features hard to discern. I could only see the area from his nose to his chin, clean, and resolute like a proper man, making it hard for people to look away. His hand was pressed on my shoulders.

"Right now, your heart has no one else in it but me." When he spoke to himself, I could tell...that something was putting him ill at ease.

He slowly lowered his body, the remaining materials of his clothing itching my skin. Against my exposed back, he left a trail of increasing frentic kisses that were somehow filled with sorrow. When he released my hand, I took the chance to grab the bed curtains.

The dim lighting seemed to daze and confuse a person.

His messy hair draped down as he reached out to hold me, the light casting his shadow in sharp relief against the curtains. An arm wrapped around my belly and waist as he slowly tightened his grip to embrace me. In the dark, I could feel his finger brushing across my forehead and face...the movements soft and gentle, but without any warmth.