Chapter 22: Carefree

  In less than ten seconds, Huā Xiǎng Róng only felt that all the blood in her body was boiling up, her mind buzzing with noise, and the cool smile in front of her gradually turned into two, three, four, five... until everything in front of her became more and more blurred, and her entire body leaned weakly against Xiāo Yuè Hán's chest.

  Xiao Yuehan lowered his eyes, looking at the woman with a face flushed from drinking, her body emitting the scent of wine and a unique sweetness. He gently picked her up in his arms and turned to walk towards the bed.

  When Hua Xiang Rong felt herself being placed on the soft bed, the only rational thought in her mind was gradually extinguished by the intoxicating feeling, leaving only a face of confusion and ignorance, staring blankly at the man who was revealing a cold and sinister smile, with fewer and fewer clothes on his body, until a scorching hot and heavy body pressed down on hers.

  Hua Xiang Rong suddenly raised her weak arm as if frightened, blocking the invasion of the heavy object on her body: "Don't..."

  Xiao Yuehan paused, narrowing his eyes as he gazed at the person who was already drunk and couldn't tell east from west. He raised his arm and grasped her small hand, flashing a sly smile: "What did the princess say?"

  "Hmm..." Hua Xiang Rong turned her head away, shaking the other arm in a daze: "Don't... my head is spinning..."

  Xiao Yuehan's lips curled up in a cold smile, the desire in his eyes didn't diminish, but the chilliness gradually deepened. He lowered his head and bit her snow-white neck, whispering: "The queen has been working hard for so long, isn't this what she's been waiting for?" His voice was low and husky, yet still carried a cruel mockery.

  "Uh... I'm not the princess!" Hua Xiang Rong suddenly raised her arm and patted down Xiao Yue Han's shoulder: "I want to go home... I want to go home... I'm not the princess..."

  Suddenly, Xiao Yuehan lifted his body, narrowed his eyes and stared at her closely. As she struggled wildly, the only remaining bra on her body also slowly fell off.

  Xiao Yuehan's eyes suddenly darkened to an unfathomable depth, his slender fingers ambiguously extended along her waist and moved forward, his gaze gradually flashing with a hint of hesitation. He turned his head, looking at Hua Xiangrong's tightly furrowed brow, as if savoring, as if suffering, and also as if drunk and uncomfortable, weakly humming in his mouth.

  "Tell the lonely king who you are?"

  Hua Xiang Rong waved her arm weakly and shook her head: "Hehe... you, you don't recognize me..."

  Xiao Yuehan's eyes slightly turned cold: "What is your name?"

  Hua Xiang Rong hummed softly again, twisted her body, but couldn't see the storm of desire that had already darkened to the extreme in Xiao Yue Han's eyes.

  Xiao Yuehan's eyes suddenly filled with a layer of anger, he lowered his head and bit her white earlobe, his large hand slowly moved to the softness in front of her chest, and gave it a heavy squeeze.

  "Ugh... don't... it hurts so much..." Hua Xiang Rong suddenly let out a loud cry, her face scrunched up in distress as she opened her blurry eyes, tearfully gazing at the person on top of her: "It hurts..."

  "Say, who are you?" Xiao Yuehan's patience had reached its limit.

  "Worry-free..." Hua Xiang Rong crooked her head and mumbled, turning around to weakly reply: "My name is Worry-free..."

  This is her name in the 21st century, with the surname Liu and the given name Wuyou. Her parents hoped that she would be carefree for her whole life, so they named her Wuyou.

  "Carefree?" The storm in Xiao Yuehan's eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a faint smile that even he himself didn't notice. He lowered his gaze and carefully looked at the charming posture of the person below him: "Good name..."

  It was night, and Hua Xiang Rong had been in a dream state the whole time, unaware of who had been calling out her name. The voice was somewhat unfamiliar, yet familiar, gentle, and also had a layer of detachment that she couldn't quite understand. Every time she tried to open her eyes to take a look, she felt like she couldn't muster up any strength, as if her entire body was floating on clouds, sometimes descending, sometimes soaring, sometimes in pain, and sometimes feeling comfortable enough to make her softly moan...