My Inner Thought is Exposed! The Villain Family Defy Their Fate! Chapter 389 - 169: Ningning Is Different from Them

Without the mask to hide it, that stunningly beautiful face appeared under the dim candlelight, with skin as smooth as jade, flawless and perfect without a trace of blemish.

No one could have imagined that this face, beyond compare, was filled with hideous and terrifying sores not long ago.

Yun Zhan leaned in closer, planting delicate and urgent kisses on those enchanting eyes, his breathing growing heavier.

His nostrils filled with her clean scent, and it was as if an unseen fire burned within him, making him restless.

"Shuang’er, I am suffering..."

He gently took her earlobe into his mouth, his handso face contorted with tornt, his low voice mixed with heavy panting, slipping into her ear.

Yin Shuang, overwheld with emotion, felt her body go weak.

She was suffering too!

In recent tis, she had offered herself to him several tis, and each ti, he resisted painfully, always stopping at the final mont.

He had never touched her.

She knew he did this for her own good, but he didn’t know that as long as it was him, she was willing.

Even if there could never be any result between them, she was willing.

Yin Shuang reached out, gently cradling his face, giving his lips a soothing kiss, then began to undo their clothes.

No ti like the present, she didn’t want to wait any longer, she would take him by storm here and now.

"Shuang’er, not... still not possible..."

He seed to be becoming more and more sober.

As Yin Shuang pinned him down and tried to take charge, he suddenly flipped over, pressing her beneath him, keeping his dangerous part away from her as much as possible.

Yin Shuang: "..."

"Why not? Weren’t you suffering?"

"We are not married yet, just wait a bit, after the New Year I’ll marry you, alright?"

His forehead pressed against hers, kissing her graceful nose and eyes with restlessness, sweat like beans dripped from his cheeks onto her.

Marriage???

Upon hearing these words, Yin Shuang’s eyes instantly beca hollow, her heart felt like it had been stabbed, so painful she could hardly breathe.

The two of them, could never marry.

Sooner or later, she would have to return to take revenge, reclaiming everything that was hers, and if he were to marry her, then the whole Yun Family would be accused of being spies and traitors to the nation.

How could she bear to see him reviled by the world, suspected by the monarch he served?

He just didn’t know her background, which was why he wanted to marry her, but if he found out later, he would surely regret it.

"Alright? Shuang’er?"

Seeing her still not respond, he gently nuzzled her forehead, the deep desire in his voice mingled with a hint of cajoling.

Yin Shuang snapped back to her senses, suppressing the pain in her heart, grabbing his hand, and guiding it downward.

"But, I’m also suffering."

Fingers touched a slippery area, and Yun Zhan looked up, seeing her stunning face tinged with a chilly deanor.

Engaging in such a bold action, yet without a hint of shyness or embarrassnt, only a faint desire in her eyes.

A quick flash of amusent crossed Yun Zhan’s gaze, and he bent down to fiercely claim her lips.

"It’s my fault, I only thought of myself, neglecting Shuang’er’s feelings, I’ll help you now..."

Subsequently, he dove under the covers, his lips trailing downward.

The red candle dimd under the canopy, lasting through the night until dawn.

Bright sunlight stread through the window paper, Yun Zhan’s brow moved slightly, slowly opening his eyes.

His head throbbed with pain as he raised a hand to his forehead, only to feel a soft sensation in his other hand, and realization dawned on him.

Looking down, he saw a pretty head resting on his chest, and mories of the night suddenly resurfaced, causing Yun Zhan’s face to flush and his heart to race, his body responding honestly.

The next mont, a hand reached over, not too harshly pinching.

An overwhelming pleasure swept over him, and Yun Zhan couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan, his entire body tensing up.

He reached out to hold that soft, slender waist, kissing her on the face.

"Awake?"

"Mm."

Her eyes remained closed, softly responding, her voice carrying a hint of lazy elegance, with an innate nobility like a cat.

Yun Zhan adored her in this state, pulling her leg over his waist, his lips lingering on her face, unwilling to leave for even a mont.

Accompanying the touch of lips was that slightly rough large hand.

Half an hour later, the affair concluded.

Yun Zhan stayed in bed with the woman of his heart, feeling a bit guilty and slightly lancholic.

Though they hadn’t taken the final step, they had done both what should and shouldn’t be done, and he ought to marry her right away.