Cute But Brutal Wife
Chapter 447: How Do You Know I Kicked a Blanket When I Was Young?
The king hugged Feng Ling for a moment before letting go. She said to him, “Sleep. I remember that you liked to kick a blanket out of your bed when you were young. Don't kick the blanket again at night.”
Feng Ling was embarrassed to hear this.
How long has it been?
All the more…
“How did you know I kicked a blanket when I was young?”
At this moment, he looked at her vigilantly.
The eyes of the king had a smile that only appeared in front of him. “Great Claimant tells me.”
Feng Ling was confused. Is it really good for him to bring up such an embarrassing matter at the moment?
After closing the door, Feng Ling leaned against the door and muttered, “Why are you becoming more and more like Yan?”
Both are shameless.
Both of them like to say things that they cannot handle.
This made him think that he already had Yan's memories.
“As the ruler of a country, can you get used to sleeping on a bench in the living room?”
After muttering these words, Feng Ling walked to the bed, took off her shoes, and lay down. He pulled out a blanket and covered himself from head to toe.
After a while, his low voice came from under the blanket.
“You are the one who is willing to sleep in the living room. I'm not asking you to do that. You are not my Yan. My heart doesn't hurt for you.”
After saying that, he stopped talking.
Two hours passed.
Four hours passed.
Seeing that it had been almost six hours, Feng Ling combed the past five months twice and finally could not lie down anymore.
He suddenly lifted the blanket, revealing his face that was flushed red from holding it in. She muttered, “Since your personality can change because of me, will you also have memories of Yan in the future?”
Thinking of this, he could not lie down anymore. He lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and walked out of the room.
There was no moonlight tonight, and no light in the living room. Feng Ling stood there to adjust herself before looking at the shadow lying on the bench.
He stood there and called gently, “Jingzhou.”
There was no response.
Feng Ling muttered, “You really slept well. Aren't you afraid a killer will come in?”
After saying that, he subconsciously lowered his legs and walked over.
When he arrived, the king still showed no signs of waking up.
Feng Ling stood there and looked at him. Since the king was very tall, and his stool was only one meter, he used four benches.
Two are connected horizontally, and the other two are connected vertically.
Even so, it was difficult for him.
Feng Ling looked at her feet on the ground and wondered if she should help him put his feet on the bench.
Just as he was about to bend down and do so, an arm quickly lifted the blanket and wrapped it around his waist. Before he could react, it suddenly drew him towards him.
Feng Ling exclaimed, “Ah ..”
“Little Ling’er, fear not.”
The king wrapped one hand around his waist and stroked his back with the other.
Lying on it, as his heartbeat slowed down, he looked at his face with dissatisfaction and lightly punched his chest twice. He scolded her angrily, “You pretended to sleep.”
“If I don't pretend to sleep, will you come?” After saying that, the king hugged her even tighter. Then, he whispered into his ear, “Little Ling’er, it's already very late. Why are you out?”
Feng Ling could feel her breathing slightly heavier than usual. He turned his face in shame and did not answer.
The king chuckled in his ears, his laughter raspy and dazzling. “Do you feel sorry for me sleeping here?”
“No.”
Feng Ling replied quickly.
The king laughed again. After laughing, he continued to whisper in his ear, “Little Ling’er, I can't sleep here at all. Can you share half of your bed with me?”
“No.”
“I won't do anything to you before we get married.”
Feng Ling stopped talking.
The king kept whispering to his ear how uncomfortable it was to lie on a bench.
The more he spoke, the tighter he hugged her.
Maybe because he couldn't see the other party's expression, the king actually said in the end, “If you don't let me sleep in bed, I'll hug you to sleep all night.”
When Feng Ling heard this, she was stunned.
Thinking of this, his breathing suddenly became a little unstable.
The king immediately felt his breathing change and suddenly stopped talking. His breathing also became faster than before.
With his eyes closed and his cheeks clinging to his chest, Feng Ling involuntarily muttered, “Yan.”
His big hand was frozen. The next second, their bodies exchanged positions.
Before Feng Ling could react, a kiss of punishment pressed down on her.
Feng Ling could feel an evil aura emanating from her body. As his clothes were being torn mercilessly, he quickly pushed her away. “Jingzhou, stop.”
“Little Ling’er, I've said before that as long as you don't think about other men, I can give you everything, even my life.”
The voice of the king was filled with suppressed cruelty.
“Why do you still want to think about that man?”
“No... he is not another man.”
“You still speak for him.”
The king's voice was so low that it seemed like it was going to freeze. The tip of his teeth rubbed against his skin as punishment.
“Ooh..”.
Feng Ling was in pain. A sense of complaint suddenly surged in his heart, and tears welled up in his eyes.
When things were almost out of control, the king stopped at the last moment.
He gasped and buried his head on his shoulder. He said in a hoarse voice, “Little Ling’er, even at this time, I still can't bear to make you sad. Why do you make me sad?”
Feng Ling's tears flowed out. He hugged her neck and growled at her, “Jingzhou, you big villain!”
“Stop crying.” The king raised his hand to touch his face. When she touched the tears in her hands, her heart ached.
“Little Ling’er, do you know how important you are to me? Without you, why would I want this kingdom?”
With that, he tightened his grip on her.
When Feng Ling heard him say that, she suddenly thought of what the Phoenix had said to her. Phoenix said that when he disappeared, the king ordered the High Priestess and everyone who possessed supernatural powers to seal the entire Hall of Priests and at the same time build his tomb beside him.
Back then, Feng Ling did not ask when the king died.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
He tightened his grip on her and said loudly in her ear, “Jingzhou, you big idiot! I don't like other men at all. The person I like is you in the future.”
The king was about to speak when Feng Ling closed her mouth.
“Do not talk. Hear me. We...”
Feng Ling opened her mouth and suddenly realized that she could not speak.
This makes him anxious. Previously, he also could not say anything when he wanted to say that Feng Lan was the mastermind.
This time, he wanted to talk about the future, but then again, he was unable to speak.
Feng Ling thought for a moment, gritted her teeth, and said to the king, “Jingzhou, take me to the room.”
Stunned, the king raised his hand to release his hand from his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice, “Little Ling’er, have you thought about it?”
Feng Ling rubbed her cheek against his cheek and asked gently, “Do you not want to?”
The king stopped talking. He stood up, carried her horizontally, and walked towards the room.
When Feng Ling finally struggled to open her eyes, she met a pair of gentle and loving eyes. Feng Ling was too familiar with these eyes. Just as he was about to call Yan, he suddenly recalled that he had no memory of life after his death. In order not to make her jealous, she called, “Jingzhou.”
An unseen joy flashed in the king's eyes. He pulled Feng Ling into his arms. “Little Ling’er, you are my queen from now on.”
Feng Ling opened her mouth and finally replied gently “Mm.”
The king was amused by Feng Ling's behavior. After laughing, he hugged her again and held one of her hands. He said seriously, “Little Ling’er, I won't be rude to you anymore. Even if you make me mad to death, I won't be rude to you.”
Feng Ling said with a flat face, “You must not be jealous.”
“As long as you stop thinking about the man.”
Feng Ling: “...”
‘Is this guy done!’ Feng Ling rolled up the blanket and said underneath, “I still want to sleep.”
The king knew that Feng Ling was thin-skinned, so he did not say anything more and got out of bed first.
Feng Ling waited for him to leave before waking up.
......................
When Feng Ling got up and walked out, it was already noon.
There was no one in the hall, but there was talk outside the courtyard.
Feng Ling listened. It was Assistant Minister Wu who reported what happened last night.
At this time, Grandma Wang entered with a bowl of porridge and some dishes.