The Tempestuous Consort – Wilfully Pampered by the Beastly Highness

Chapter 230: Can You Stop Behaving Like a Thief?

“Si…mmm” Before she could finish her sentence, she couldn’t breathe anymore because that minty smell filled her nostrils. It was supposed to be a fresh, refreshing smell, but she felt that it was boiling. His domineering actions made it difficult for her to breathe, and she felt like she was suffocating.

Her rigid body softened then stiffened again.

Si Mobai kissed her lightly before letting her go, then tucked her into the blanket. He held her from outside the blanket. His voice was cold and overbearing as he said, “You belong to me.”

Feng Tianlan was trying to catch her breath and replied in a harsh voice, “Si Mobai, can you stop behaving like a thief? Flipping over walls every night?”

“Then, I’ll come in through the front door tomorrow.” Si Mobai continued holding her as he turned toward her. He knew he could get a good night’s sleep if he hugged her like this until he dozed off.

Feng Tianlan didn’t know how to respond to Si Mobai. She believed that he was capable of doing what he said.

Si Mobai was very proper as he put an arm on her waist, rested his chin on her hair, and took in her faint smell. He had panicked when he saw so many men fighting to marry her earlier. That was the first time that he had been afraid that she would pick someone else.

“Si Mobai, we’re not married. You shouldn’t behave like this and taint my reputation,” Feng Tianlan said very seriously to him after she had regulated her breathing.

“Then, I’ll do this the proper way.” Si Mobai tightened his grip on her waist but kept himself an inch away from her. He was afraid to scare her. “We can get married, and then we can go further than this.”

She was still young and had just reached marriageable age. He couldn’t rush things, otherwise he might scare her off and lose her forever.

Feng Tianlan realized she could never refuse him. This man was supposed to be the legendary icy prince who spoke so little, and it was as if there were gold in his mouth. Instead, he was snarkier than anyone she’d ever met.

Si Mobai pulled the blanket and tucked her in nicely. “Was Xi Jin looking for you?”

Feng Tianlan stiffened for a moment before she coldly replied, “No.” She wasn’t going to explain this to anyone until she had avenged herself.

Si Mobai looked down and saw that Feng Tianlan’s expression had hardened, and even the look in her eyes was different. He couldn’t help but frown. She was lying!

“That’s good.” He knew she was lying, but he didn’t want to expose her. She didn’t do or say anything specific, but he could feel the change in her emotions. She seemed to be suppressing something—some feelings very deep inside.

He didn’t pursue it further because he didn’t want to. All he knew was that she belonged to him, and that was enough for now.

The mention of Xi Jin made Feng Tianlan think of her unhappy past, so she didn’t bother replying to Si Mobai and closed her eyes. Immediately, her head was filled with all the pain and suffering she’d gone through before dying, including how the gentlemanly Jiang Ying had heartlessly torn her skin off her face, and Shen Yunya telling her the truth behind her parents’ deaths…

Si Mobai could feel Feng Tianlan’s body shaking, so he hugged her tightly and gently kissed her hair. “I won’t ask, and I won’t talk about it anymore. Don’t be scared.”

Her emotions had suddenly swung so violently. What was wrong?

Si Mobai’s thick voice in her ear instantly mesmerized her. His voice reached her heart and made her feel secure. As he was around, she didn’t need to be afraid of anything because he would always stand in front of her to protect her.

This sudden new emotion made Feng Tianlan open her eyes, and she used her elbow to push against Si Mobai’s chest. The moment he let go of her, she quickly broke free of his embrace, rolled to the furthest part of the bed from him, and sat up. She stared at him, coldly, with her phoenix eyes.

Si Mobai looked up and met Feng Tianlan’s chilly gaze. He was shocked by the eyes staring at him as if he were a stranger. “Lan’er.”