I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 195 My Heart Delights in the Princess

With a forceful movement, the wound reopened, and blood flowed down his lips. He paused briefly.

Su Fengling reacted quickly and knocked the sword out of his hand.

Judging from his brother's pained expression, you could tell that he had also experienced something bad in his dream.

Looking at Yan Ruoyu beside him, there was no sign of her waking up, but she also showed no inclination to harm herself.

He was sensible enough to grab He Yuhuan by the neck and lead her to the other side.

Because he knew that Zhongli Yueluo cared most about her brother.

If his brother were to wake up from his dream, he would probably go crazy just like him.

"Hey, White Hair! Why are you pulling me?" She struggled with both hands and feet, and Su Fengling only put her down after walking away.

"Go find Yin Yi." Su Fengling didn't see Yin Yi or Miao Qing in the car earlier.

Although I'm not one of his people, we've walked this long road together.

He didn't want anything to happen to either of them.

"Oh, right, that explains why I didn't see him?" He Yuhuan blinked, searching through the fog again.

Logically speaking, they only had two cars, so where did Liu Huzi's car go?

Zhongli Yueluo saw their figures gradually disappearing into the mist and knew what he meant.

Despite the pain, she shook Su Fengjun with both hands, her eyes filled with anxiety.

I was afraid he would get stuck in this painful dream and never wake up.

"Feng Jun! Wake up!" Zhongli Yueluo placed her hand on his lips.

He hoped that the scent of his own blood would draw him back to the present.

Su Fengjun's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and the scenes before his eyes gradually disappeared, turning into a gray-white expanse.

As if it were all a dream, he opened his eyes a crack and saw Zhongli Yueluo's eyes.

It was those familiar, warm, and wise eyes—that was the princess he knew.

He felt a stiffness all over his body, moved his neck, and his hand gradually moved to Zhongli Yueluo's hand.

The touch was warm, and it felt as if I could still feel her breath and her heartbeat.

But he couldn't believe it; could it just be another dream?

Since it was a dream, he became even bolder.

He grabbed Zhongli Yueluo's hand and pulled her in front of him.

His hand was placed on Zhongli Yueluo's chest, her heart was beating realistically, and the taste of her blood was also very real.

He licked his bloodied lips; the strange sweetness was unmistakably hers.

He opened his eyes wide, tilted his head, and stared at Zhongli Yueluo. He felt no hatred, only pity.

"Feng Jun! You're finally awake!" Zhongli Yueluo looked at him, her heart aching.

His fingers gently touched her cheek, traced her eyebrows, and then landed on her lips.

"Princess, is that you?" He could hardly believe it.

“This is no longer a dream, you’re awake.” She held his hand.

He could feel that Zhongli Yueluo's palms were constantly wet, because the wound was too big and the bleeding had not stopped.

His eyes were dim, and it was unclear whether he was still not fully lucid.

He gently took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed her palm softly.

"Princess, the Wind Lord has made you suffer." The voice was flat, as if covered with frost.

“No, Feng Jun, it’s me, it’s me!” Zhongli Yueluo didn’t need Su Feng Jun to explain.

She could roughly guess what happened in her dream.

It's simply a matter of overlapping her past life with her present life.

And create a dream that will make them all despair in their dreams.

"I wasn't nice to you in my dream, was I?" She tilted her head and smiled, her eyes full of guilt, tears welling up in her eyes.

Indeed, she gained his trust step by step; she seemed so innocent and naive.

But in the end, they drew their swords and attacked him, yet he did not hate them.

“Princess, whether in a dream or here, if it is your wish, Feng Jun will grant it.”

His eyes shone brightly and were burning with passion. Zhongli Yueluo no longer looked away. What a wonderful person he was.

Her bloodied hand traced his brow, her heart aching; perhaps she had almost killed him in her dream.

But he didn't blame her at all. She wrapped one arm around his neck and nestled her head on his shoulder.

With a thick nasal tone, she didn't want him to see her crying, but she just couldn't hold it in.

Her body twitched slightly, her nose twitched slightly, her teeth were clenched tightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Feng... Feng Jun... I am guilty." He was already breathless as he spoke.

But she was still trying her best to suppress her emotions and make herself look calm.

But by this time, she was already in tears and trembling all over. Su Fengjun held her in his arms, somewhat at a loss.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his voice was a little hoarse, and he wanted to open his mouth to comfort her, but couldn't think of any words of comfort.

He gently patted her back and then stroked her hair, but the more he did this, the harder she cried.

She was just thinking that she was not good enough for someone like Su Fengjun, and what did she have that made her worthy of him?

He grabbed her shoulders and made her look at him; he wanted to tell her it was just a dream.

“Princess…don’t cry…” He was at a loss, wiping away her tears.

As he wiped her eyes, he noticed her red and swollen eyes from crying, and his heart clenched.

“I treated you like that even in my dreams, you should hate me, be angry with me, or even… kill me.”

Her voice trailed off, for only she knew that the dream was a mixture of reality and illusion.

“How could I bear to hate the princess, to anger the princess… or to kill the princess?” His gaze was intense.

His face drew closer and closer; she looked so pitiful, and he held her tightly in his arms.

My nose touched her nose, then touched her eyes, those hot tears.

He tilted his head, and his lips touched the corner of her mouth gently.

Just thinking about it might stop her from crying.

He kissed away her tears, which tasted salty, perhaps reflecting her feelings at that moment. She bit her lip.

He tentatively kissed her lips again, but tears streamed down her face like pearls, without stopping.

He thought she disliked him, and just as he loosened his grip a little, Zhongli Yueluo grabbed the back of his head, and the two shared a light kiss and cuddled.

His clumsy response was followed by a strong smell of blood that brought him back to his senses.

His eyes dimmed as he gently grasped Zhongli Yueluo's hand: "Princess...your hand..."

She was still sobbing, her nose twitching, and couldn't catch her breath for a while: "I...I..."

"Princess, Feng Jun... loves you." His eyes were firm, and his light silver pupils were full of deep affection.

He gently kissed the corner of her eye, reluctant to let go of her hand even a little, until finally his ears and face turned red.

Perhaps feeling ashamed of what he had just said, he pressed his forehead against hers and murmured.

"Princess……"

Zhongli Yueluo simply buried her head in his neck.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down from her sobs.

She slowly released him, and he was still a little reluctant to let go. At this moment, she stared straight at him.

His eyes began to dart away again, and Zhongli Yueluo's lips curled up.

She whispered in his ear, "I, too, am captivated by the wind."