213: Confession of Love

Confession of Love

Han Moxi smiled reluctantly and said, "Alright, don't worry about it royal brother." However, deep down inside, he let out a subtle sigh. He was simply not interested in dealing with the imperial memorials.　2

After he was done pushing around his brothers, he returned to Liu Rushuang's side.

Qing'er smiled and glanced over at Han Moze and Liu Rushuang, before riding to Han Moxi's side. 

 Liu Rushuang's heart raced when she turned her head and saw Han Moze's tender smile. To her surprise, she had fallen in love with this tyrant without even knowing it, and it seems like this could have happened a long time ago.

 "Shuang'er, do you like this place?" asked Han Moze with an extremely gentle voice. 

Liu Rushuang looked at the green hills and clear waters all around and smiled cheerfully. "It's really beautiful here. I really like it." 

 After some distance, they reached a clear riverside where, sure enough, there really were many little fishes.

Piao Piao's mouth gaped in joy. 

 Lian Jiuhua shot a glance at Piao Piao and smiled. "Do you like it?"

 Piao Piao crouched down, then reached her hand out to play with the little fish. "Yeah, of course I like it. Let's come here more often in the future," she said with a wide smile. 

 Lian Jiuhua blinked and calmly said, "When I get back, I'll build you a pond and keep many kinds of fishes. That way, you'll be able to see them every day."

Piao Piao immediately bolted up and hugged Lian Jiuhua. "Husband, you're so amazing," she smiled. 

 Lian Jiuhua happily hugged Piao Piao back and smiled proudly. "Your husband is the world's best husband."

 Piao Piao also smiled in return. "Then, I'll have to be the world's best wife."

The smile on Liu Rushuang's face burned brighter when she heard the sound of laughter from afar.

Her head of shimmering black hair swayed elegantly with the charm of beautiful women in paintings.

 Han Moze turned his head, silently stared at Liu Rushuang, and his lower body started to have a reaction. He really wanted to see Shuang'er's lower body... He gulped and pushed down his vile and filthy thoughts.

 Liu Rushuang felt Han Moze's gaze, turned her head, and smiled. "Ze, what kind of place is this?"

 "This place has tranquil canyons and enchanting scenery. However, very few people come here," Han Moze said with a faint smile.

Liu Rushuang smiled silently back. 

In the evening, Han Moze and Liu Rushuang returned to the Dark Moon Palace, where Han Moze immediately kissed Liu Rushuang's little mouth.

 "Mmm..." Liu Rushuang didn't fight him anymore, but made the first move to reach her hands out to embrace Han Moze.

 Ecstatic, Han Moze cut the kiss and asked in delight, "Shuang'er, have you fallen in love with me?"

"Mhm, I love you." Liu Rushuang let out a slight smile.

 Han Moze laughed out loud and hugged Liu Rushuang onto the bed. He kissed Liu Rushuang upon her face, then softly said, "Shuang'er, thank you for falling in love with me."

 Liu Rushuang stroked Han Moze's flawless and handsome face.

"If you dare bully me one day, I will definitely kill you," she said with a sinister smile. 

 Han Moze had a tense look on his face for a second, but promised, "Shuang'er, I'll love only you in this lifetime."

Liu Rushuang grinned, then reached her hands out to hug Han Moze. Then, for the first time, she made the first move to snuggle up to Han Moze.

Han Moze grinned from ear to ear. He realized that Shuang'er had fallen in love with him a long time ago but now, he's finally got verbal confirmation.

Liu Rushuang laid her head upon Han Moze's arm, then her dainty hand stroked Han Moze.

Cold sweat ran from Han Moze's face. "Shuang'er, does it feel good?"

"You're softer than silk, and completely elastic. I never get bored of touching you," Liu Rushuang replied softly.

"Shuang'er, what am I going to do with you?! My body's reacting to you. If you continue stroking, I'm afraid that I might not be able to control myself," Han Moze couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Liu Rushuang smiled and stopped.

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