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

Chapter 272 Should We Continue?

She gripped his clothes tightly at the waist, creating several wrinkles.

"Sister, why can my brother leave a mark, but I can't?"

In a brief moment of relief, he asked the question, his lips slightly swollen.

Not knowing how to explain, she buried her head in his chest, tears glistening in her eyes.

"You can leave your mark, but please don't do it in such an obvious place, okay?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, making Su Fengling feel a wave of pleasure, and in the end, his expression was filled with joy.

"How about here?" He gently touched the back of her neck. "Your sister can't see from here."

"What I want is for them to be unable to see it. What kind of talk is it if they see it?"

She playfully punched his chest and said coquettishly.

Su Fengling's lips slowly curled up as he pushed her down onto the bed, placing his hands on either side of her shoulders.

His gaze gradually moved downwards, and a hand also gradually moved downwards, eventually touching the skin of her waist.

"No one should be able to see me here, and I want to stay somewhere where no one can see me."

His eyes held a hint of infatuation, and even through the barely visible fabric of her clothes, he could see right through her.

Zhongli Yueluo felt weak all over, but stiffened again when he touched her lightly, and she grabbed his shoulders.

"Little brother, you can't do that!"

"Sister, you should know that if you say no, I will take it as yes, right, sister?"

She fell silent again, her eyes narrowed and unfocused, allowing Su Fengling to explore her body inch by inch.

She could feel Su Fengling's warm breath rising and falling on her body, and he gradually lingered on her neck.

"Can I leave one here too?" He kissed behind her ear.

"With your hair covering it, it should be fine, right?" The voice was enticing, as if it were bewitching.

"Mmm..." she responded softly through her nose.

A warm kiss landed on the back of her ear, a light peck and a suck, and as he watched her tremble, the light in his eyes shone even brighter.

He made her look at him when her clothes were half undone, and then roughly reached his hand behind her neck.

Her head was slightly suspended in mid-air, her hair hanging loosely, and his eyes were full of infatuation: "Can I kiss you here, sister?"

He ran his thumb across her lips; he could have just kissed her directly, but instead, he teased her by asking a question.

He wanted to hear her passionate reply, but she kept her eyes closed, refusing to look or answer. So he leaned close to her ear and pressed her for an answer.

"Is it okay here?"

"But... um..."

He only wanted to hear her soft, sweet voice, and before she could finish speaking, he covered her with his own.

His kiss was quite skillful, like a dragon stirring up spring water, waiting for the fish and shrimp to try to fight back.

He slowly backed away, his eyes crinkling and the smile on his lips hard to conceal.

Zhongli Yueluo was getting quite annoyed by his teasing.

Although she was weak, she held tightly to the back of his head, and this time it was her turn to be on the offensive.

But Su Fengling was not someone who could be easily suppressed; it was as if all of this was within his expectations.

The two sides were like engaged in a game of strategy, going back and forth, advancing and retreating, until their minds became muddled.

A sweet taste welled up between her lips and teeth, and Su Fengling spoke gently and slowly: "Sister..."

Zhongli Yueluo's eyes were already glazed over, her mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing softly.

"Sister, are you tired?" He gently stroked her cheek with one hand.

Then he cupped her face in his hands, making her look directly into his eyes: "Sister, look at me."

Zhongli Yueluo looked into his eyes and saw her own face flushed red in them.

She shyly tried to cover her face with the gauze curtain beside her, but Su Fengling tightly restrained her hands.

"Sister, you look beautiful like this, please don't hide."

"You...you don't...look at me." She tried her best to burrow into his arms.

I don't want to see myself looking so helpless in his eyes again.

But the more she tried to hide in his arms, the more he pulled her away, her face pressed against his chest, burning hot.

Seeing her shy and bashful appearance, he had already made up his mind.

Nothing must have happened between her and her brother.

"Sister, may I continue?"

"Don't ask... well..." she said, feigning anger.

Su Fengling thought she was so cute in his arms that he couldn't help but hug her tightly and nibble at her wantonly.

She panicked, she couldn't escape, and she responded frantically, until finally Su Fengling lay down next to her.

She pointed to her collarbone and said, "Sister, can I leave a mark here?"

He took her hand, placed it between his lips, gently pecked at her fingertips, and then lightly bit them.

She kissed his wrist lightly, then "fiercely" sucked a red mark on his collarbone.

He smiled, his cheeks and ears were red, and his lower abdomen was hot; he wanted to succumb to depravity.

Zhongli Yueluo's hands roamed restlessly over his body, and finally touched a certain spot, causing him to tremble.

"Sister... that... is not allowed."

He had a wicked smile on his lips, pinching a small layer of flesh on her waist as he slowly blinked.

“But if my sister wants to have a deeper conversation with me, I don’t mind spending the whole night with her.”

His eyes were filled with infatuation, and his voice was seductive, as if he wanted to pull her in.

"Ah... my hair!" Zhongli Yueluo put her hand to her ear and pinched a tuft of her hair.

In that instant, her eyes welled up with tears, which stirred a pang of pity in Su Fengling's heart. He gently stroked her hair.

"Sister, rub it, it doesn't hurt...it doesn't hurt."

Aren't you going to blow out the candles?

"Is the room too bright? Will my sister be shy?"

As he spoke, he sat up and with a wave of his hand, all the candles in the room were extinguished.

Only two candles remained near the door, flickering gently, adding a touch of ambiguity to the room.

"Okay, blow it out, sister..." He hugged her, a bit like a cat sucking on catnip.

"Can I reach out? Can I touch here?"

Zhongli Yueluo didn't answer, but pulled his hand and placed it on her belly. He then playfully pinched her soft flesh.

"Sister is so soft, but that's not enough. You know what I mean, right, sister?"

"Hmm...but...but..."

"I won't hurt you, sister, is that okay?"

"Hmm, but... I'm afraid, what if... I can't have it yet..."

Su Fengling swallowed hard, his eyes dimming, and slowly loosened her legs: "Then when can you have one, sister?"

"At least, until all this dust settles down."

"Can I understand that my sister can be with me? Only with me? Is that right?"

He's always so domineering; even when he can't get the answer he wants, he insists on asking obsessively.

She turned her back to him, and Su Fengling pursed her lips, looking somewhat aggrieved: "Then... shall we continue, sister?"