I've been bullied and humiliated for thirteen years; when I wake up, I'll be bloodthirsty.

Chapter 642 Shall we consummate our marriage first?

Instantly separate.

Zong Que was still somewhat dazed and couldn't quite come to his senses. He unconsciously tightened his grip on Lu Yangyang's fingers, his voice hoarse, "Yangyang?"

Lu Yangyang's heart was pounding, and her eyes were exceptionally bright.

"I'll give it a try," Lu Yangyang said.

"Hmm?" Zong Que's eyes were like a net, locking her in tightly.

"For a long time, I've been thinking about what it truly feels like to be moved. Your Highness gave me the choice, wanting me to follow my heart and freely choose everything I want, including you. So I wondered if Your Highness was truly the one who moved me, whether I liked you out of gratitude or because I was moved. But today, I suddenly understood." Lu Yangyang looked back at him earnestly and poured out her heart. "Today, my second brother asked me, if past and present lives really exist, what is real and what is fake? I once had a dream where I was just like I told Your Highness before, coming to the capital alone, tormented by jealousy to the point of being unrecognizable, yet receiving no favoritism. I didn't believe I would end up like that, so I desperately tried to prove myself. I didn't need their favoritism, and I wouldn't end up like that."

"But along the way, I've come to realize that I'm just an ordinary person. I also crave the favor of my parents, relatives, and friends, I crave justice, and I crave many, many things. But these are not things that everyone is born with. Whether I obsessively try to prove myself, fight for them, or give them up, it won't change anything. What I should really do is make peace with myself. I can't have everything, but I will also have many, many things. The path I've walked, the things that have taught me, these are the real things."

"So the question that has troubled me for so long can actually be answered simply by trying it." Lu Yangyang leaned closer to Zong Que again and pressed her lips to his, her eyes sincere and innocent. "Your Highness, can you hear my heart fluttering?"

The answer she couldn't figure out, the feelings she couldn't sort out, really weren't that complicated.

Because of her past experiences, she never thought about or had the time to think about what romantic love between men and women is.

What else could it be?

I just want to get closer to him.

From the very first time I wanted to get closer to him, I was moved.

I'm smitten with him.

Did Your Highness hear my heart flutter?

The moment the voice faded, Zong Que's hand landed on Lu Yangyang's cheek, his slender fingertips threading through her soft hair and landing on the back of her neck. His brow touched her forehead, and in that instant when their breaths mingled, all his restraint shattered, and he lost control, forcefully sealing her lips with his.

Yes.

He had never been so certain that the girl he cherished so dearly belonged entirely to him.

No form of heartfelt confession in this world can compare to this moment, when we are close to each other, the most genuine heartbeat.

In matters of the heart, he was nothing but a despicable person.

He was captivated by her devotion to him, wishing he could keep her to himself. Yet, he knew her character, her sincerity, and that she treated everyone she cared about with the same devotion. So he was not satisfied. He was not satisfied with just her devotion; he wanted more, to completely possess her heart, leaving not a single inch for anyone else.

So he restrained his impulse to tie her to his side in the name of marriage, letting her think for herself, figure it out for herself, and gradually and completely put him in her heart. It wasn't out of responsibility, gratitude, or pity, but simply because she liked him and fell in love with him.

He wanted her to love him like that.

He was going crazy from holding it in.

Lu Yangyang was almost suffocated by his kiss. When he finally let go of her, she leaned on his shoulder, breathing slightly, her lips almost numb.

It looks like it's been bitten open.

She couldn't help but hiss softly.

Her fingertips gripped the hem of his clothes.

Zong Que placed his hand on her waist, gently lifted her, and pulled her into his arms. His fingertips touched the corner of her slightly swollen, red lips, and his voice grew drier, "Does it hurt?"

Lu Yangyang's back was stiff from that position, so she nestled into his arms, shifting her body to find a more comfortable position. "When Your Highness bit me, why didn't you ask if it hurt?"

Zong Que chuckled softly.

"It was my fault." Zong Que patiently apologized to her, pressing down on her waist, "Don't move anymore."

Lu Yangyang belatedly realized that something was amiss. She bit her lip, feeling her cheeks burning, and cautiously suggested to him, "Your Highness, you should still try to purify your mind and reduce your desires."

At this point, she hesitated a little. The prescription she wanted to get was even more potent than the one she had now. Once she started taking the medicine, it would take at least one or two years of conditioning to completely eliminate the remaining toxins from her body. During this period, she absolutely could not have sex.

Was her confession a bit premature?

Lu Yangyang raised her eyebrows and looked at Zong Que, only to meet his eyes, which were filled with desire, like a raging fire that seemed capable of devouring her entirely.

Lu Yangyang felt her mouth and tongue were dry.

Such exquisite beauty piqued her curiosity, and she wanted to study the further structure of the human body.

Sure enough, there were some thoughts I couldn't voice. Before, when I didn't dare to get too close, even getting a little closer made me nervous, flustered, and at a loss. Now that I've already kissed him, I greedily want to touch him again.

Perhaps it was because her gaze was too direct, Zong Que leaned closer to her again, kissing her eyebrows and eyes, then moving step by step towards her lips.

Lu Yangyang quickly raised her hand and covered her mouth.

Zong Que's lips touched the back of her hand through her palm. "Yangyang, how can I be celibate when you're here?"

Lu Yangyang widened her eyes slightly, bit her lip, and whispered, "I just think, isn't this progress a bit too fast? Qingqing said that relationships are more interesting when they're developed slowly."

"Has she talked to him?" Zong Que asked.

Lu Yangyang asked uncertainly, "Then no, right?"

“If you don’t listen to her, then it’s not a good idea,” Zong Que said gently.

Lu Yangyang blinked, and it seemed, it seemed to make some sense.

Lu Yangyang immediately began to think seriously. If she prepared the medicine, it would take at least another year or two before they could take things to the next level. Although it wasn't quite the right time now, it wasn't much of an impact compared to later. So, should she try it out now, or wait a year or two before making a decision?

Faced with such an irresistible face, she felt like she might be losing control herself.

Is this what they call physiological attraction?

Zong Que noticed she was lost in thought. "What are you thinking about?"

"How about we consummate our marriage first?" Lu Yangyang said softly, her face flushed.

Zong Que turned his face away and coughed a few times.

His eyes welled up with tears, and he chuckled softly, a mixture of helplessness and indulgence. "Silly girl."

How could he bear to do that?