They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 137 One kiss, then I have to leave.

The horse was moving slowly. She turned her head to look at Chu Qiu, who seemed a little darker. Perhaps it was because he had been traveling for many days and his face was covered in dust, and he hadn't had time to wash up.

Moreover, he had his eyes downcast, as if he had been wronged. She couldn't understand why he was wronged when she had escaped death.

"Dismount!" Wu Ziyan stopped.

"?" Chu Qiu asked in confusion.

"I'm on my period, and it's uncomfortable riding a horse. Let me get off and walk around for a while."

Chu Qiu had no idea what was going on, but since she said to dismount, then so be it. Chu Qiu got off first, and then helped Wu Ziyan down.

Who knew that when she came down, she wrapped her arms around Chu Qiu's neck. Chu Qiu was a little stunned, but he still hugged her in a princess carry.

Wu Ziyan was surprised that Chu Qiu was quite capable. She pursed her lips, feeling that Chu Qiu's whole body was stiff, and she didn't know why he was so rigid.

"Look at me."

"I dare not look."

"You started by giving me back what I had, and now you're all so subservient? Watch me!"

Chu Qiu turned her face and looked into Wu Ziyan's eyes, which were bright and clear without a trace of impurity.

He's still not quite processing what she said, "My beloved!" So that's what he feels for the princess?

Wu Ziyan knew he was distracted, and the thought of teasing him arose in her mind. She slightly strained her neck and brought her lips close to his lips, which startled him so much that he trembled all over.

“臣臣……”

"I've already said that bodyguards are supposed to stay close to you, are you unwilling?"

"Your Highness, please stop teasing me."

"It seems the punishment wasn't enough; you're no longer obedient."

She stuck out her tongue and licked his lips again. His hands were almost too weak, but he still held her tightly. Feeling his subtle change, Wu Ziyan found it somewhat adorable.

"Can I kiss you now? As a way of repaying the life you saved earlier."

"No, I am a subject..."

Before she could finish speaking, her mouth was gagged. Wu Ziyan felt uncomfortable being held tightly to him with both hands.

He managed to lower his body with his feet, but his lips didn't leave, and Chu Qiu's head was held by his hook.

At first, he pushed her away and resisted, but slowly, somehow, his hands wrapped around her waist and then around her back, his chest pressed tightly against hers.

She could feel a hint of longing and a touch of grievance in the kiss.

Most importantly, she was both clumsy and somewhat gentle, not knowing how to proceed, just standing there blankly, which was entirely due to Wu Ziyan taking the initiative.

During this process, Wu Ziyan's mouth was dry, he kept swallowing saliva, and his face was flushed.

As they parted with lingering reluctance, still bound by glistening threads, Chu Qiu's eyes were veiled with tears—a strange and unsettling feeling.

It seems that my brain hasn't quite registered what I was doing.

When he was fully awake, his hand suddenly loosened. How could he, a man, do such a thing with a woman in broad daylight? If someone saw this, how could he face anyone?

The most terrifying thing was that he almost succumbed to temptation and became the one who took the initiative. His longing turned into another emotion that filled his heart.

"My lord is guilty!"

Wu Ziyan ran her thumb across her lips, a hint of allure in her eyes. She rested her head on his shoulder, her breath tickling his neck. Her voice was soft and languid: "What crime have you committed?"

"Your Highness should not be defiled."

"So you're saying I'm guilty? I've been disrespectful to a subject. What should my punishment be?"

Chu Qiu fell silent again, always keeping everything bottled up inside. Wu Ziyan reached into his clothes and drew circles on his chest.

Sometimes, I really want to see what's going on in your heart. You haven't already cursed me a thousand times over, or even tortured me to death in your mind, have you?

"Your Highness, please don't keep bringing up things like whether someone is dead or alive."

"You'll be sad, won't you?" She looked up at his face. She had never thought he was that good-looking before, but now he seemed somewhat unsettling.

"Yes."

Upon hearing this answer, Wu Ziyan's heart pounded, as if Cupid's arrow had struck her heart. Indeed, sincerity is always the most powerful weapon.

"Then kiss me."

"Your Majesty..." was silenced again.

The taste was sweet, perhaps because he hadn't drunk water in a long time, and he was even a little intoxicated. Chu Qiu didn't know when, but his heart had become a plaything in the hands of the woman in front of him.

Slowly, he loosened his grip. Chu Qiu gradually got the hang of it. After kissing him, Wu Ziyan groped him, touching his waist, and then took a water bottle from his belt. He gulped it down in two mouthfuls, thoroughly enjoying himself!

Chu Qiu thought she was going to do something serious, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to move. But when he saw that she had just taken the kettle, he felt a little disappointed.

"Give us one more kiss, and then we'll have to hurry up and catch up with my older sister." The literal meaning is that with three men around, she can't be so blatant anymore.

But he still had some manly pride and couldn't take that step. He wasn't like Changsun Boyu, who could say those things so easily.

"If you won't kiss me, then I'll kiss you twice next time." Wu Ziyan stopped teasing him and struggled to mount her horse. Chu Qiu sat behind her, holding the reins.

At this moment, Wu Ziyan felt the music playing in his ears: "Let us be companions in this mortal world, living freely and unrestrained, galloping on horseback, sharing the joys of life, singing out our heartfelt joys while indulging in wine and revelry, seizing the prime of our youth with fervor..."

Wu Ziyan relaxed and leaned back, her hands still gripping the saddle, her back resting against Chu Qiu's chest.

I could hear his heartbeat, like a drum. What an innocent young man, so beautiful. It's a pity I stole such a good cabbage!

With one hand gripping the front of the saddle, he raised the other to touch Chu Chu's chin, then casually touched his ear, Adam's apple, and chest.

The soft, boneless little hand moved back and forth on his body, making him stiff and unable to see where he was going. To others, he looked like a piece of hard wood.

"I am guilty," Chu Qiu said slowly, his voice low.

"What crime have you committed this time?" Wu Ziyan felt that he had been acting strangely since he came back.

Logically speaking, he should have pushed her away immediately after that kind of teasing, but he let her kiss him for so long. Could it be that he was under the influence of that drug?

"Chu Qiu! Are you alright?" she suddenly asked seriously, her voice filled with concern. She didn't want this innocent young man to do something rash... um... scary!

"Your Highness, I am fine."

Such a cold and serious answer, it seems that nothing is wrong. She's just overthinking it. She doesn't want to dwell on the title or form of address. Let them call her whatever they want.

"I heard that you intend to discuss marriage with the Han family after you return?"

Wu Ziyan roughly understood that this was a tiff between them. It was understandable that the other party wanted a formal status, but given the complex web of power dynamics, she dared not casually propose marriage.

"Answer me!" These three words carried immense weight, tinged with domineering force, and even the grip of one hand around her waist tightened considerably!