The prince is fierce: Who dares to steal my woman?

Xiao Jinyan held Yang Rong tightly, his heartbeat mingling with hers, creating a silent melody. In this tranquil moment, Xiao Jinyan felt a subtle touch against his chest, two soft, warm mounds gently caressing his heart, stirring ripples of emotion. He involuntarily turned his head, his eyes gleaming with longing and deep affection, and slowly moved closer to Yang Rong's lips.

Yang Rong's eyes shone with the same light, as if she had forgotten all her pain and unease at that moment. Instinctively, she hugged Xiao Jinyan tightly, responding to his kiss with the most sincere devotion. Their kiss was passionate and deep, binding their two hearts together.

As the kiss deepened, Xiao Jinyan's emotions surged like a flood, becoming uncontrollable. He began clumsily and urgently tearing at Yang Rong's already tattered clothes, the rough marks left by Wei Kui earlier, which now stood out starkly against the backdrop of their passionate outpouring.

However, just as passion was about to break through the defenses of reason, Yang Rong suddenly broke free from Xiao Jinyan's embrace, a hint of struggle and resistance flashing in her eyes. She quickly tidied her disheveled hair, trying to calm herself down.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and both of them began to breathe heavily.

Xiao Jinyan looked at Yang Rong, the flame in his eyes gradually dying down, replaced by a complex emotion.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm and firm: "I...I won't force you. You get some rest, I'm leaving now."

After he finished speaking, he slowly turned around, each step appearing unusually heavy, as if he were making a difficult farewell to some emotion deep within his heart.

Just then, Yang Rong's voice rang out softly: "Wait."

She called out to Xiao Jinyan, who was about to leave, and then slowly walked to his side, her eyes filled with both determination and tenderness.

"It's a promise, I'll be your woman. As long as you treat me sincerely, I'll have no regrets."

After saying that, Yang Rong slowly reached out and took off her tattered clothes, then embraced Xiao Jinyan.

Xiao Jinyan's gaze instantly turned fiery, and almost simultaneously, he pulled Yang Rong tightly into his arms. Their heartbeats synchronized at that moment, their kiss passionate and deep, like a thirsty person finding sweet spring water, each touch stirring ripples deep within their souls. Clothes slipped off one by one during their intense embrace, scattering across the floor, bearing witness to the madness and purity of this moment.

Panting, they supported each other, staggering towards the bed, each step feeling like a long and arduous journey. Finally, they collapsed onto the soft bed, as if two long-wandering hearts had finally found their home. Yang Rong gently lifted her snow-white, jade-like feet and deftly drew down the bed curtains, isolating this private space from the outside world, creating a secret garden just for the two of them.

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When everything returned to calm, a vibrant red quietly bloomed on the bed sheet, like a rose just beginning to open in the morning light, both pure and passionate.

To be honest, Xiao Jinyan had a very good experience this time. Yang Rong is roughly the same type of woman as Lü Zhu, He Qiongying, and Liu Xiyu; they all have a preference for more intense styles. However, compared to Lü Zhu, Yang Rong is more profound, more mature, and has more elegance. Compared to He Qiongying, Yang Rong is younger, more playful, and more energetic.

Compared to Liu Xiyu, Yang Rong is clearly more interesting and docile, possessing a captivating and alluring charm. Although both are princesses, and their looks, figures, and charm are roughly equivalent, their experiences are vastly different.

Liu Xiyu was probably spoiled by the late emperor, and she always gave people the feeling of being high and mighty. She looked very noble, elegant, and charming, but that sense of superiority affected her cute and gentle side as a little woman.

For Yang Rong, the experience of being a princess is too distant. Although she is noble at heart and has a strong aura, running a brothel for so many years has given her a unique and irresistible charm.

Moreover, Yang Rong's clothes had just been torn by Wei Kui, and her body was covered in marks, which added a unique touch. However, the smell of iron liquor on her body masked her natural fragrance, which was the only unpleasant aspect.

Overall, there were more surprises than anything else. The most surprising thing was that Yang Rong was still a virgin. This woman, who had been in brothels for many years and exuded a worldly air, was the object of fantasy for almost all men in Jiankang. In the end, she was still a virgin. What a surprise that must have been!

Yang Rong nestled against Xiao Jinyan's chest, her fingers gently tracing his firm muscles, her face radiating satisfaction and happiness: "Xiao Jinyan, are you satisfied?"

However, at that moment, Xiao Jinyan's expression suddenly became complicated. He gently stroked Yang Rong's back with one hand, but suddenly pinched her skin hard with the other.

Caught off guard, Yang Rong let out a clear, slightly surprised "Ah".

The sudden action froze the air. Yang Rong looked up, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment: "Xiao Jinyan, what are you doing?"

Xiao Jinyan's eyes were deep, and a mysterious smile appeared on his lips: "I just want to confirm whether all of this is an illusion. Because it feels too unreal."

Upon hearing this, Yang Rong, with a hint of resentment and deep affection, suddenly grabbed Xiao Jinyan's arm, then clenched her teeth tightly, leaving a clear tooth mark on Xiao Jinyan's arm with a resolute air.

Xiao Jinyan gasped sharply in pain, her body trembling involuntarily, before letting out a slightly exaggerated wail.

"So, is it a hallucination?"

Xiao Jinyan rubbed his arm, the teeth marks were deep and clear: "No, no, baby, you didn't have to use so much force, it hurts so much."

A sly glint flashed in Yang Rong's eyes: "Xiao Jinyan, the deeper my love for you, the harder I'll bite you, so you'll remember me forever."

Xiao Jinyan gently stroked the teeth marks on her arm; the pain seemed to have turned into a sweet burden.

"Fine, I, Xiao Jinyan, will never forget you in this lifetime, okay?"

However, Yang Rong's expression suddenly softened. She gently nudged Xiao Jinyan, with a hint of reproach and coquetry: "But you were too rough with me. Be gentler next time."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jinyan hugged Yang Rong tightly and said softly, "Baby, the deeper my love for you, the rougher I will be with you, so that you will never forget me!"

Yang Rong's hair brushed against Xiao Jinyan's skin as she squirmed restlessly in his arms, two delicate blushes rising on her face. She said coquettishly, "You naughty boy, you're so bad, you just bully me."

Xiao Jinyan smiled indulgently: "Baby, what did you call me just now? Say it again, let me hear it."

Yang Rong's cheeks flushed even redder. She deliberately turned her head away so that Xiao Jinyan wouldn't see her shy expression, but she still stubbornly said, "You naughty boy, I'll call you that from now on, hmph!"

Xiao Jinyan smiled gently, her eyes full of tenderness and insistence: "That won't do. You have to call me husband. That's the proper way to address me."