Chapter 142

Su Ruoyun's smooth long hair, like black satin, was draped over the shiny silk pillowcase, the tips of her hair slightly curled.

She was still wearing that white-blue gradient retro nightgown. The V-shaped neckline and cuffs had lace trim, and the placket below the neckline was lined with round pearl buttons, exquisite and heavy-duty.

Su Ruoyun asked him if he could tell which Disney character the nightgown was.

Huo Jingcheng leaned halfway against the head of the bed, his fluffy hair after drying sticking to his forehead somewhat messily. A laptop was propped on his lap, the screen emitting a bit of cold light, his slender fingers tapping on the keyboard from time to time.

His long fingers bent slightly. Just as he tapped a word, Su Ruoyun's words suddenly drifted into his ears. His movements paused, he turned his head, his deep eyes meeting hers silently for two or three seconds, then he moved his gaze away, not answering.

Seeing his silent appearance, Su Ruoyun's heart felt like it had been scratched by a cat.

In an instant, Su Ruoyun nimbly climbed up from the soft bed, the quilt gathered into a ball under her knees. She displayed the nightgown completely to Huo Jingcheng and asked in confusion: "Can't you tell?"

The light blue thin gauze long dress, the short sleeves were transparent gauze design, the neckline was decorated with lace, the skirt embroidery was exquisite, and the drape was excellent. Plus the hint of Disney, the answer was obvious.

In the first two years after the movie was released, the little princess in her brother's house was in the courtyard for the New Year, and from time to time, a "let it go" would pop out of her mouth. Huo Jingcheng had heard it many times, so naturally, he recognized which character it was immediately.

But he insisted on teasing Su Ruoyun, deliberately pretending to be innocent and ignorant, shaking his head and saying: "Can't recognize it."

Immediately after, he brought a sincere look, humbly asking for advice: "Which princess is it?"

Su Ruoyun saw his deliberateness, so she gathered the skirt, turned to her side, and lay back down: "What princess, it's a queen. Can't even recognize a queen?"

Her voice was slightly annoyed, carrying a hint of coquettishness.

In the Disney universe, there are many characters, and the various princesses have unique charms, whether gentle and kind, or brave and determined... each writing their own romantic love story. However, there is only one queen, and in the Disney world, she is irreplaceable.

Huo Jingcheng curled his thin lips, rippling with an interesting smile, his tone lazy and playful: "Then, Your Majesty the Queen, in your world, what am I?"

Su Ruoyun thought about it, her clear, bright eyes like glass beads spinning around, turning back and forth in their sockets, trying hard to search in her mind.

In traditional Disney stories, princesses often accompany princes, falling in love with the man they meet for the first time, thus weaving a romantic dream.

But Elsa is different. She doesn't need anyone to match her. She is a unique existence, possessing power, self-redemption, and shining with independent light.

Su Ruoyun could only open her brain, arranging a partner for her "fake" queen: "A groom, I guess."

"... Queen and groom?" Huo Jingcheng couldn't believe it, thinking he had misheard, his brows lifting, unable to help but repeat the question to her.

What he got was Su Ruoyun nodding heavily.

The contrast to the extreme had more dramatic tension.

Huo Jingcheng was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled, his tone lazy and playful: "The dirty groom sneaking into the noble queen's large bed in the middle of the night?"

He insisted on using such words that made people think of floating images to hook her.

What dirty, what sneaking...

Su Ruoyun couldn't take his ambiguous words, bit her lip, and immediately gathered the quilt and covered her head, out of sight, out of mind.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng smiled faintly, his long arms extended, his distinct finger bones touching her hair, and he meticulously tucked the few strands she had left out into the quilt along with her.

For a long time, Su Ruoyun couldn't bear the heat of the quilt, slowly pulled the thin quilt off her head, and panted in small breaths.

The originally quiet room suddenly had muffled panting sounds.

Huo Jingcheng to the side saw this, the corners of his eyes curling slightly, a flash of teasing in his eyes, pretending to be "kind."

He reached out, his movements looking very thoughtful but actually carrying a bit of deliberateness, pulling the quilt on her body to her waist.

Su Ruoyun had sensed it, reaching out to stop him, but her hand was caught by Huo Jingcheng instead.

Huo Jingcheng rubbed her fingernails, which were glowing with a moist luster, and then, with an irresistible meaning, pulled her hand straight over, slowly lifting it, pressing it on both sides of the pillowcase. The silk pillowcase was delicate and soft, the touch cool.

Following this, he was like a huge beast from the ancient jungle, carrying a primitive and scorching breath, leaning down, enveloping her in his shadow.

"You... go away." Su Ruoyun turned her head, avoiding him slightly, refusing to look him in the eye.

The luxurious and retro dark curtains were propped up by small hooks, and the light outside the window spilled through the gaps, mottled on her exquisite face. Her clear skin was like white, delicate porcelain, plated with a layer of cold light, looking even more translucent.

Huo Jingcheng's huge body cast some rich shadows, blocking most of the light outside.

"The groom has come to /serve Your Majesty the Queen, why won't Your Majesty the Queen open her eyes and look at me?"

Su Ruoyun instantly suspected he had mistaken her for Tang Seng.

Eating Tang Seng's meat leads to immortality, but she was clearly not a high monk, yet she had attracted thieves.

"Your Majesty the Queen doesn't need you to serve her tonight, go to sleep obediently." Su Ruoyun was dignified on the surface, but in reality, her breath leaked from her lips, unable to hide the /panting.

Going to sleep obediently was impossible. His lean, powerful large hand grasped Su Ruoyun's slender white leg, lifting it up, jia-ing it on both sides, his scorching breath /almost sticking to...

"The groom naturally has to serve Your Majesty the Queen well."

He left only this sentence.

She had one foot jia-ing his back, the other foot stepping on his shoulder, her head tilted back, leaning against the headboard, her two hands uncontrollably rubbing the pillowcase by her side, twisting it into swirls.

By the time Su Ruoyun regained her senses, it was when Huo Jingcheng had finished rinsing his mouth and returned to the bed. The soft bed beside her sank slightly, and she still felt the sensation.

Huo Jingcheng held her, his two arms slowly tightening, like holding a doll, and Su Ruoyun also obediently lay in his arms.

The two discussed it without blushing or panting.

Huo Jingcheng asked her seriously how it felt.

Su Ruoyun raised her hand to stroke his deep, heroic features, the lines smooth and cold, making her love and hate his high-bridged nose...

Flowing bit by bit.

She couldn't put it down, and she had always prioritized enjoyment in these matters.

Real feedback and evaluation from the user: "The tongue is very hot, the bridge of the nose is very high."

? Groom and Queen are private settings for this chapter, unrelated to Elsa.

? Babies, please keep reading, mua, there will be another chapter later, the make-up update from last night