Chapter 447: How Did You Know I Kicked the Blanket When I Was Young?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The king hugged Feng Ling for a while before letting her go. He said to her, “Go to sleep. I remember that you loved to kick the blanket off your bed when you were young. Don’t kick the blanket again at night.”
Feng Ling was embarrassed to hear this.
How long ago was this?
Moreover…
“How did you know I kicked the blanket when I was young?”
At this, she looked at him warily.
The king’s eyes had a smile that only appeared in front of her. “The High Priestess told me.”
Feng Ling was dazed. Was it really good for him to bring up such an embarrassing matter at this time?
After closing the door, Feng Ling leaned against the door and muttered, “Why are you becoming more and more like Yan?”
The two of them were equally shameless.
Both liked to say things that she couldn’t handle.
This made her think that he already had Yan’s memory.
“As the ruler of a country, can you get used to sleeping on the stools in the living room?”
After muttering these words, Feng Ling strode to the bed, took off her shoes, and lay down. She pulled the blanket and covered herself from head to toe.
After a while, her low voice came from under the blanket.
“You were the one who was willing to sleep in the living room. I didn’t ask you to do that. You’re not my Yan. My heart doesn’t ache for you.”
After saying that, she stopped talking.
Two hours passed.
Four hours passed.
Seeing that it had been nearly six hours, Feng Ling combed through the past five months twice and finally couldn’t lie down anymore.
She abruptly lifted the blanket, revealing her face that had turned red from holding it in. She muttered, “Since your personality can change because of me, will you also have Yan’s memories in the future?”
At the thought of this, she couldn’t lie down anymore. She lifted the blanket, got off the bed, and walked out of the room.
There was no moonlight tonight, and there was no light in the living room. Feng Ling stood there to get adjusted to it before looking at the shadow lying on the stool.
She stood there and called out softly, “Jingzhou.”
No response.
Feng Ling muttered, “You actually slept so soundly. Aren’t you afraid that an assassin will come in?”
After saying that, she subconsciously lowered her feet and walked over.
When she arrived, the king still showed no signs of waking up.
Feng Ling stood there and looked at him. As the king was very tall, and the stool was only a meter long, he had used four stools.
Two were joined horizontally, and another two were joined vertically.
Even so, it was hard on him.
Feng Ling looked at his leg on the ground and wondered if she should help him put his leg on the stool.
Just as she was about to bend down and do so, an arm quickly lifted the blanket and wrapped it around her waist. Before she could react, it suddenly pulled her towards him.
Feng Ling exclaimed, “Ah…”
“Little Ling’er, don’t be afraid.”
The king wrapped one arm around her waist and caressed her back with the other.
Lying on top of him, when her heartbeat slowed down, she looked up at his face in dissatisfaction and lightly punched his chest twice. She scolded him angrily, “You’re pretending to sleep.”
“If I didn’t pretend to sleep, would you have come over?” After saying that, the king hugged her even tighter. Then, he whispered into her ear, “Little Ling’er, it’s so late. Why did you come out?”
Feng Ling could feel that his breathing was a little heavier than usual. She turned her head away in embarrassment and didn’t answer him.
The king chuckled in her ear, his laughter hoarse and bewitching. “Are you feeling sorry for me sleeping here?”
“No.”
Feng Ling replied quickly.
The king laughed again. After laughing, he continued to whisper in her 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 continued to whisper into her ear how uncomfortable it was to lie on a stool.
The more he spoke, the tighter he held her.
Perhaps because he couldn’t see the other party’s expression, the king actually said in the end, “If you don’t let me sleep on the bed, I’ll hug you to sleep for the entire night.”
When Feng Ling heard this, she was stunned.
The king had never said such shameless words to her. Only Yan would say them every time he pestered her and made out with her.
At the thought of this, her breathing suddenly became a little unstable.
The king immediately felt her breathing change and suddenly stopped talking. His breathing also became more rapid than before.
With her eyes closed and her cheek pressed against his chest, Feng Ling subconsciously muttered, “Yan.”
His large hand froze. In the next second, their bodies switched positions.
Before Feng Ling could react, a punishing kiss pressed down on her.
Feng Ling could feel the evil aura emanating from his body. As her clothes were mercilessly torn, she quickly pushed him. “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 king’s voice was filled with suppressed ruthlessness.
“Why do you still want to think about that man?”
“No… he’s not another man.”
“You’re still speaking up for him.”
The king’s voice was so low that it seemed like it was about to freeze. The tip of his teeth rubbed against her skin punishingly.
“Ooh…”
Feng Ling was in pain. A sense of grievance suddenly surged in her heart, and tears welled up in her eyes.
…
Just as things were about to get out of control, the king stopped at the last moment.
He panted heavily and buried his head in her shoulder. He said in a hoarse voice, “Little Ling’er, even at this time, I still can’t bear to make you sad. Why can you bear to make me sad?”
Feng Ling’s tears flowed out. She hugged his neck and growled at him, “Jingzhou, you big baddie!”
“Stop crying.” The king raised his hand to touch her face. When he touched the tears on his hand, his heart ached.
“Little Ling’er, do you know how important you are to me? Without you, why would I want this empire?”
With that, he tightened his grip on her.
When Feng Ling heard him say that, she suddenly thought of what Phoenix had told her. Phoenix said that when she disappeared, the king ordered the High Priestess and all those with supernatural powers to seal the entire Priest Hall and at the same time build his tomb beside it.
At that time, Feng Ling didn’t ask when the king died.
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.
She tightened her grip on him and said fiercely in his ear, “Jingzhou, you’re a 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 covered his mouth.
“Don’t speak. Listen to me. We…”
Feng Ling opened her mouth and suddenly realized that she couldn’t speak.
This made her anxious. Previously, she also hadn’t been able to say anything when she wanted to say that Feng Lan was the mastermind.
This time, she wanted to talk about the future, but again, she couldn’t speak.
Feng Ling thought for a while, gritted her teeth, and said to the king, “Jingzhou, carry me to the room.”
Stunned, the king raised his hand to remove her hand from his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice, “Little Ling’er, have you thought it through?”
Feng Ling rubbed her cheek against his and asked softly, “Are you not willing?”
The king stopped talking. He stood up, carried her horizontally, and strode towards the room.
…
When Feng Ling finally struggled to open her eyes, she met a pair of gentle and loving eyes. Feng Ling was all too familiar with these eyes. Just as she was about to call out to Yan, she suddenly remembered that he had no memory of his afterlife. In order not to make him jealous, she called out, “Jingzhou.”
An undisguised joy flashed across the king’s eyes. He pulled Feng Ling into his arms. “Little Ling’er, you’re my queen from now on.”
Feng Ling opened her mouth and finally responded with a soft “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 rough with you again. Even if you anger me to death, I won’t be rough with you.”
Feng Ling said with a straight face, “You can’t be jealous.”
“As long as you stop thinking about that man.”
Feng Ling: “…”
‘Is this man done!’ Feng Ling rolled up the blanket and said under it, “I still want to sleep.”
The king knew that Feng Ling was thin-skinned, so he didn’t say anything else and got up from the bed first.
Feng Ling waited for him to leave before getting 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 reporting what happened last night.
At this moment, Granny Wang walked in with a bowl of porridge and a few dishes.