Chapter 172: His rare tenderness

My hand trembled, and I almost couldn't hold the tea cup. Seeing that the cup was about to fall, at this moment, a warm big hand suddenly came over, holding my hand to take the cup.
Feeling the warmth and thin sweat of that palm, I don't know why, I seemed to be struck by lightning, and the whole person was stunned.
I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at him, my face was already flushed.
But after he took the cup, he didn't let go of his hand, but instead put the cup on the table, and grabbed my hand tighter. I tried to break free gently, but he pushed hard, Pull, I fell down and fell into his arms.
I dare not move any more, when I feel the surging power under his tight skin, I can only tremble: "His Royal Highness ..."
"If you dare not answer, no matter how you answer, I won't blame you."
"..."
You won't blame me, but how do you want me to answer.
I hugged him tightly in my arms all night, and slept well, or I did n’t sleep well. I could n’t answer anything wrong. I desperately lowered my head and buried my face, but it seemed to be in his arms. Like a drill, the corner of his mouth raised a smile.
As soon as I reached out, I hugged me horizontally and hugged me to bed in a few steps.
Watching him lean down towards me, I closed my eyes subconsciously, but the hot breath slowly moved from the face to the cheek, neck, and finally stopped between the neck.
After a long time, I turned my head, but saw that he was holding my body like last night, and leaned against my shoulder to sleep.
This kind of ear rubbing, revealing the intimacy of the boudoir, I never thought I would be with him, but this is not the first time, and what makes me even more afraid is that from the initial fright, panic, and anxiety, Until now, all I have left is my heartbeat ...
Listening to his breathing gradually sinking, I still spoke, my voice was a little dumb: "Your Highness, you haven't eaten yet."
"……No need to."
"but--"
"That's it, just fine."
He said, exhaling for a long time, as if indescribable satisfaction and comfort. The straight nose tapped my collarbone, holding my arm a bit harder, almost embedding my body into it. In his arms, the skin was tight. If I moved it a little, there would be a gap between the two people's bodies, and he would immediately adjust his sleeping position so that the two people's bodies would fit tightly again.
Like twins.
...
That night, I was completely sleepless.
His rare tenderness and unnoticeable attachment made me feel a sense of oppression from the dark clouds, choking my heart, and it was difficult to breathe that night.
There seemed to be some fine silk, forming a lingering net, which surrounded me by turns.
When waking up, it is like a vine wrapped around a tree, until it dies.
After a silent night like this, the morning sun shined through the window paper into the room, and also on his face, and the dark crow-winged eyelashes were stained with a faint light, as if flying at any time. .
I stared at him blankly, seeming to feel something, and those eyelashes flickered slightly, opening my eyes.
Under the dark eyelashes, there were still dark eyes, but at this moment all the fatigue and tenderness were exhausted after one night, and he returned to the coldness and sharpness of the past. That glance caught my mind and receded subconsciously One point, but just moved, and his hand was forced hard, and took me back into his arms.