The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403: The King And Queen Who Play In The Snow

"Husband, can we take a walk outside?" asked Primrose as she looked at the piles of snow outside the palace.

She had felt a little sad when they had to leave their secluded room, but now that she found something interesting, she had completely forgotten her sadness.

"We can," Edmund said. "But you have to wear something warm first."

He then asked the maids to bring his wife’s thick coat, gloves, and the scarf he once gave her. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"The scarf is really warm." Primrose smiled as Edmund helped wrap it around her neck. "I don’t feel that cold anymore."

To be honest, she was still cold, but the scarf definitely helped her keep from shivering and freezing in place. Even though the temperature was painfully low, she couldn’t stop herself from walking into the thick snow with her husband.

After all, this was their first winter together. She wouldn’t count their first life, because back then, they hadn’t even interacted during winter.

"Are you sure you’re all right?" Edmund touched her cheeks with his gloved hands. "Your face looks a little red."

Primrose laughed softly. "Don’t worry, it’s normal for me," she reassured him. "My skin always turns reddish when it’s cold."

Besides that, she also tended to look paler in winter than usual, so pale that her father once thought his daughter was dying.

No, she wasn’t exaggerating at all. Her father had truly believed she was going to die just because her complexion looked as pale as snow. Fortunately, the doctor told him she wasn’t sick and explained that it was normal for people with pale skin to look even paler during winter, or turn red after being exposed to the cold for too long.

After realizing she was fine, her father went from worrying about her to joking that if she ever wore a white coat and covered her red hair, she might disappear into the snow and no one would even notice her.

But apparently ... her husband had a different thought about that matter.

[She looks so pale right now,] he spoke in her mind. [No wonder it’s so easy to leave red marks on her. Maybe I shouldn’t have healed those marks, so I—]

"Husband," Primrose interrupted, still smiling even though she had caught Edmund thinking something naughty about her. "I can hear you."

Edmund froze and immediately tried to stop his dirty thoughts by repeating the word ’donkey’ over and over again in his head.

For an overthinker like him, it was really hard to control his thoughts, or suddenly think of nothing at all.

"I’m sorry," he muttered, lowering his head.

"You don’t have to be," Primrose said with a teasing smile. She gestured for him to bend down so she could whisper beside his ear. "You had two whole weeks to do that, but you didn’t. Husband, that was such a terrible mistake."

They had basically stayed in their bedroom for two weeks, so Edmund had no real reason to erase the red marks all over her body, and yet he only thought about it now.

She had actually thought about it before, but since her husband hadn’t mentioned it, she decided not to either.

"My wife, that—"

"That’s such a pity, I know." Primrose patted his cheek. "Don’t worry, you can still do it next year. Just make sure you don’t get me pregnant during the next winter."

In other words, she meant that if she wasn’t pregnant, they could spend the entire two weeks making love all day and all night, or maybe not that much, since they’d still have to take care of their newborn.

Anyway, she’d think about that later. Right now, she had something much more interesting in mind.

"Come on, let’s go outside now." Primrose grabbed Edmund’s hand and led him to the garden behind the palace.

All the flowers and trees had withered in the cold, but the ones inside the greenhouse were still blooming, thanks to the plant witch who had cast a spell on them at Edmund’s request.

However, Primrose had no intention of going into the greenhouse right now.

"Have you ever made a snowman before?" asked Primrose with a bright smile.

She used to make snowmen with her father and friends back in Illvaris, but since moving to Noctvaris, she hadn’t done it again. She simply never had the mood, and always feeling gloomy instead.

"I’ve done it a few times," Edmund murmured softly. "But ... maybe that was more than a decade ago."

In other words, it had been that long since he became king.

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