The abstinent prince, practicing Buddhism, is seduced by a voluptuous beauty into breaking his vows.

"Your Highness..."

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her lips touching his.

"Then... what are you waiting for?"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Chenyuan's kisses rained down upon him.

The kiss was direct, fierce, and carried a domineering air of asserting dominance.

In the midst of their constant struggle and entanglement, there was an unmistakable sense of possession and plunder.

Su Yaoyao tilted her head back to endure it, soft sobs escaping her throat, but her fingers gripped his shoulders even tighter.

The medicine burned her until her body felt weak, but the cool sandalwood scent emanating from Xiao Chenyuan, his slightly cool skin, his forceful gentleness...

They were like sweet rain, quenching her nearly parched thirst.

Her body unconsciously pressed closer to him, her eyes filled with an unyielding longing, wanting more...

Xiao Chenyuan's breath hitched, and the muscles in his arms tensed instantly. He looked down at her, his eyes so deep they seemed to want to draw her in.

"This is your last chance," he said in a low, hoarse voice, each word seemingly ground from the depths of his throat, "push me away... or else..."

Su Yaoyao did not push him away.

She simply hugged his neck tighter, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled, tinged with tears:

"I want you..."

These two words are like a key, unlocking all the shackles.

Xiao Chenyuan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all that remained in his eyes was a completely undisguised burning passion.

Xiao Chenyuan's kisses traveled downwards, gentle and devout.

From her lips to her neck, and then to the delicate skin beneath her open dress, every kiss was delivered with utmost care.

His lips were hot, leaving clear marks where he kissed, like a stamp or a brand.

He loosened her belt, somewhat hastily, but not roughly.

Outer garment, inner garment, inner garment... layer by layer, she peeled away, and the cool air touched her skin, causing her to instinctively shiver.

"Cold..." she murmured softly.

Xiao Chenyuan paused, then pulled the brocade quilt from the bed and wrapped her up completely before crawling inside himself.

Under the covers, their skin was pressed together.

Su Yaoyao could clearly feel his firm chest, taut abdominal muscles, and...

Xiao Chenyuan noticed her nervousness and stopped.

He propped himself up, looking down at her flushed face, his voice low and hoarse:

"Afraid?"

Su Yaoyao shook her head, her eyelashes trembling violently: "No, I'm not afraid..."

"Yaoyao," he lowered his head to kiss her earlobe, his voice so low it was almost inaudible, "I might... hurt you."

He paused, then leaned down and gently pecked her lips:

"If you're afraid... I can wait a little longer."

"I can't wait..." Su Yaoyao blurted out.

She gritted her teeth, decided to go all out, and reached out to tug at his belt:

"Your Highness...stop dawdling..."

Xiao Chenyuan's eyes darkened.

He didn't say anything more, letting her clumsily untie her clothes.

His hands trembled violently from the effects of the drug and his nervousness, and he couldn't untie a knot for a long time.

He watched her for a while, then suddenly grasped her hand, guiding her to gently tug at her sash—

The plain white undergarment was spread out.

In the candlelight, his muscular upper body was fully exposed.

The firm chest muscles, the smooth waistline, and those old scars... all added a touch of wild beauty in the dim light.

Su Yaoyao stared, her eyes wide with amazement.

Xiao Chenyuan chuckled softly, took her hand, and pressed it against his chest: "You like it?"

Beneath her palm was his steady, powerful heartbeat. Su Yaoyao nodded honestly: "I like it..."

"And here?"

Su Yaoyao felt that at this moment, Chi Village was indeed a bit scary...

"I...I like it too..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Xiao Chenyuan's Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his head and kissed her lips, swallowing her shyness and panic into this deep kiss.

The temperature under the blankets was getting higher and higher.

Su Yaoyao could feel his hands roaming over her body, his calloused fingertips caressing every inch of her skin.

His kisses moved from the lips to other places—the side of the neck, the collarbone…

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

"Hmm?" Xiao Chenyuan looked up at her, his lips still glistening with moisture, his eyes dark and frightening.

Su Yaoyao couldn't speak, so she could only reach out to push his shoulder, but the force was so weak that it seemed more like a reluctant acceptance.

Xiao Chenyuan chuckled softly, kissed her lips again, and gently moved his hand down her waist.

"Relax..." Xiao Chenyuan whispered in her ear, coaxing her.

"Yaoyao, say... you want me..."

"I want...Your Highness..."

"Don't rush." ​​Xiao Chenyuan kissed her sweaty forehead, his voice hoarse. "I'll stay with you, take it slow."

"Yaoyao," Xiao Chenyuan lowered his head, his forehead pressed against hers, his hot breath spraying onto her face, "Is it alright?"

Su Yaoyao didn't say anything, but simply reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself even closer to him.

This silent invitation caused Xiao Chenyuan's last shred of rationality to completely crumble.

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"Ugh—"

"My adorable little girl..."

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, his voice soft and gentle:

"Then..." Xiao Chenyuan's voice was hoarse beyond words, "Then... I've arrived?"

Su Yaoyao buried her face in his shoulder and softly hummed in agreement.

With permission,

Xiao Chenyuan couldn't wait any longer...

The candlelight flickered, and the brocade quilt was gently draped over the bed.

The dryness/heat caused by the medicine gradually dissipated.

Instead, there is a sense of satisfaction and belonging that wells up from the depths of the soul.

She called his name again and again in his ear:

"Your Highness... Xiao Chenyuan..."

"Mmm..." Xiao Chenyuan responded, kissing her lips and swallowing her voice.

In the heat of passion, he suddenly stopped, looking at her flushed face beneath him, and spoke each word as clearly as a vow:

"Yaoyao, call me husband."

Su Yaoyao looked at him with hazy eyes, her lips moved, and her voice was soft and seductive:

"Husband, my husband..."

Xiao Chenyuan's eyes suddenly darkened.

Finally, I stopped coughing.

But Xiao Chenyuan did not let her off the hook.

The medicine was too potent; one dose wasn't enough to counteract its effects. After a short rest, he returned with renewed vigor.

This time,

It was as if he wanted to savor it carefully, or as if he wanted to imprint his mark on every inch of it.

He kissed her, from her forehead to her toes, leaving no spot untouched. His fingertips lingered on her sensitive waist, kneading her firm buttocks.

Su Yaoyao was driven to the brink of collapse by his torment.

"Your Highness..." she cried, her voice soft and seductive, "Be gentle..."

Xiao Chenyuan lowered his head and kissed her lips. "Now you know how to beg for mercy? Too late."

Length of night.

The moonlight outside the window moved from east to west, but the entanglement on the bed never stopped.

Su Yaoyao couldn't remember how many times she had been there, nor could she remember how many times Xiao Chenyuan had taken her.

From the bed to the couch, from the tatami mat to the desk, and then to the chaise lounge by the window... almost every place in the villa bears the traces of their entanglement.

She only remembered those always aloof phoenix eyes, turning crimson with passion; she remembered the feel of his hot sweat dripping onto her chest; she remembered him whispering in her ear again and again, "Yaoyao... my Yaoyao..."

A whole night!

It seemed as if this person was going to unleash all the energy he had accumulated over the past twenty years onto her.

It wasn't until the sky began to lighten that the effects of the medicine in her body finally dissipated completely.

The last time, she was so tired that she couldn't even lift her fingers, and she curled up in Xiao Chenyuan's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Chenyuan held her in his arms, looking at her peaceful sleeping face and the marks that belonged to him all over her body. The fear and anger in his heart were gradually replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction.

He lowered his head and placed a very light kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep now," he whispered, "my wife..."

And in the depths of the dense forest in the distance

He Qing stood on a treetop, gazing towards the direction of the villa. A flicker of pain crossed her peach-blossom eyes beneath the mask.

He murmured to himself, his voice drifting in the night breeze:

"There's only one more time... Master... Please don't blame me."

A figure emerged from the darkness, and He Qing's tone carried an unprecedented sense of desolation.

"Tell the old man that I've agreed to what he said!"