Chapter 83 Promise
Fu Dong curled his lips dismissively, "So, you’re just going back with these few men? Whether you can even survive is questionable—do you expect our Commandery Princess to wait in vain?"
Zheng Nianru smiled, but she knew that the man had succeeded. He had not only successfully claimed his position but also strengthened the troops of Nanmen State.
"Alright, I’ll wait for you," Zheng Nianru said with a slight smile, remembering that Nanmen State had a female general who, since the battle at the border, had been chasing the enemy all the way to the front lines. Zheng Nianru couldn’t recall exactly what the outcome had been, but it no longer concerned her.
The youth stared blankly at the face before him, more delicate than any flower. Suddenly sitting up, the white silk robe shimmered with the woman’s movements. Her face now even closer, he could almost effortlessly inhale the faint sweet fragrance, spreading from nose to chest, permeating his limbs, silently tempting him.
With a slight movement, the unflinching Zheng Nianru seemed to give him courage. Impulsively, he grabbed her jaw that was within reach, eager to capture the enchanting fragrance.
"Ouch—" Zheng Nianru winced in pain. The youth’s recklessness at that moment was far from his later skilled advances, which Zheng Nianru would eventually tame after kicking him a few times, making him less brash.
Yet, despite his inexperience, his emotions were fully felt. Slowly, Zheng Nianru savored these pure and clear feelings, and in an instant, became engaged and affected. She took the initiative, pulling Nanmen Yu’s head towards hers, deepening the kiss eagerly like a flower blooming fiercely after the rain, releasing her sweetness and beauty in an instant, greedily absorbing the essence of sweet water and sunshine.
Zheng Nianru’s hand slowly moved down, gradually setting the rhythm. It had been a long time since she’d...
Nanmen Yu suddenly came to his senses, took a deep breath, bowed his head, and tried hard to calm the surging desires within him. He reached out to grab the girl’s mischievously moving fingers, feeling their warmth pooled in his palm.