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

When Su Yaoyao opened her eyes again, it was almost dark.

She was stunned for a while before she belatedly realized that she had actually slept all day.

She moved.

"hiss……"

Every part of my body aches and hurts.

Especially my waist and legs, they feel like they've been disassembled and reassembled, and even the slightest movement triggers a fine, dense soreness.

A distinct presence emanated from a certain secluded place, reminding her of what she had experienced the previous night.

She gasped, fragmented and frantic images from the previous night flashing uncontrollably through her mind—

Bed...

stool……

desk……

windowsill……

Su Yaoyao: "..."

She was truly impressed.

To experience the feeling of passing out and then waking up, then waking up and being made to pass out again...

As a seasoned sea queen in her past life, she thought she had seen it all, but yesterday, Su Yaoyao truly experienced it firsthand—

These ancient men, who practiced martial arts and possessed internal strength, had stamina that was simply superhuman!

Aside from being a bit awkward the first time...

What followed was simply... cough, incredibly brave.

She vaguely remembered crying and begging for mercy, but the man only kissed away her tears.

Looking back now, that wasn't begging for mercy; it was adding fuel to the fire.

She tried to sit up, but when she looked down at herself, her face flushed bright red.

On her fair, jade-like skin, from her neck to her chest, and even her lower abdomen and inner thighs...

The area was covered with red marks of varying shades. There were hickeys, finger marks, and some areas were even slightly bluish, clearly indicating that the area had been sucked or kneaded forcefully, as if someone had thoroughly "tasted" it from head to toe.

Was this person... a wolf in disguise last night?!

Just how much force did they use?!

Despite her past life's self-proclaimed status as a sea queen who had seen it all, she still received a good lesson last night. At times, she even felt like she might die in bed.

too frightening.

but……

She touched her chest, where the memories of last night still throbbed.

And... I like it so much.

I've found...I've found a treasure...

Just as I was lost in thought, the door was gently pushed open.

Xiao Chenyuan came in carrying a tray with several light side dishes and a bowl of hot porridge on it.

He changed into a plain white outfit, his dark hair simply tied up with a jade hairpin, exuding an air of refined elegance. He looked much gentler than usual—if one ignored the satisfied yet dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Awake?" He walked to the bedside, placed the tray on the small table, and his gaze fell on her bare shoulders and neck, his eyes darkening instantly.

Su Yaoyao subconsciously pulled the blanket up a little—there was nothing under her blanket at the moment, she was completely naked.

My legs... seem even weaker.

Xiao Chenyuan placed the tray on the small table beside the bed, sat down naturally on the edge of the bed, and reached out to touch her forehead:

"Are you still feeling unwell?"

Su Yaoyao flinched as his cool fingertips touched her, and muttered softly, "My whole body aches...it feels like it's falling apart..."

Xiao Chenyuan paused, his ears turning almost imperceptibly red.

He recalled his lack of self-control last night—at first it was due to the effects of the drug, but later… later he became addicted and couldn't stop. Whether she cried or begged, it only made him want to meld her into his very bones.

"It's my fault," he said softly, his fingertips gently tracing the teeth marks on her collarbone. "Next time... I'll be gentler."

Su Yaoyao's face turned even redder, and she muttered softly, "There's no such thing as a next time..."

"No next time?" Xiao Chenyuan raised an eyebrow, then suddenly leaned closer, his nose almost touching hers.

"What? You kept pestering me for it last night, and now you want to deny it?"

Su Yaoyao: "???"

She looked up abruptly, her eyes wide: "Me? Me? Want it again and again?"

How can this person be so blatantly distorting the truth?!

It was clearly him... he was the one who lacked self-control!

They tormented her over and over, forcing her to cry until her voice was hoarse and begging for mercy, but they wouldn't stop!

Xiao Chenyuan raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly to trap her between the bed and his arms:

"Isn't that right?"

He lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, his voice low, carrying a dangerous intimacy:

"Who said 'still/want'? And who...?"

"Alright, alright!" Su Yaoyao covered his mouth, her face flushed crimson. "Stop talking!"

Xiao Chenyuan took her hand and kissed her palm, his smile deepening.

"Now you know what shame is?"

Su Yaoyao recoiled as if burned, her ears burning red: "How...how did you become so shameless!"

"One who stays near ink gets stained black." Xiao Chenyuan remained expressionless, turned around, picked up the bowl of porridge, scooped up a spoonful, carefully blew on it to cool it, and then held it to her lips:

"Eat something; you haven't eaten all day."

Su Yaoyao was indeed hungry, so she obediently opened her mouth.

She took a couple of bites, then suddenly remembered something, and her expression changed:

"Oh no! I haven't come home all night! My brother must be worried sick!"

The quilt slipped down with her movements, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and ambiguous marks on it. Su Yaoyao gasped in surprise, frantically trying to pull the quilt back up, but the more she tried, the more chaotic her movements became, allowing Xiao Chenyuan to see everything clearly.

Xiao Chenyuan's eyes suddenly darkened.

"No rush. I already sent someone to the Marquis's residence last night to inform you that you will stay temporarily in the Eastern Palace."

Su Yaoyao cried out, "It's over... my brother is definitely going to break my legs..."

Xiao Chenyuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "No."

"Um?"

He looked up at her, his gaze sweeping over her legs, his voice lowering slightly.

"Your legs... I still need them."

Su Yaoyao was taken aback at first, then realized the deeper meaning in his words, and her face flushed red to the roots of her neck:

"Xiao Chenyuan! You—!"

Xiao Chenyuan chuckled and placed the bowl of porridge in her hands: "Eat it yourself. I'm going to change my clothes."

He got up and walked behind the screen, leaving Su Yaoyao alone, holding the bowl of porridge, blushing and staring blankly.

A rustling sound of fabric coming from behind the screen. Su Yaoyao subconsciously glanced in that direction—

The screen is made of silk gauze, allowing light to pass through.

Although the details are not clear, one can vaguely make out his slender figure, the taut lines of his shoulders and back when he raises his arm to put on his clothes, and his narrow waist when he bends down to tie his belt...

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to look away.

But the images from last night kept replaying in her mind—his bulging muscles as he pressed down on her, the beads of sweat rolling down his face when he was aroused, and…

"Clatter".

The spoon fell back into the bowl.

Su Yaoyao covered her face, feeling hopeless.

At this moment, Xiao Chenyuan walked out from behind the screen, having changed into casual clothes.

Wearing a moon-white robe and a black jade belt, he regained his aloof and noble prince demeanor—if one ignored the clear red mark on his neck, left by her scratch.

He walked to the bedside, naturally leaned down, and lightly pecked her lips:

"Rest well. I have some things to take care of, I'll be back to keep you company later."

"OK."

"But before that..." She blinked, her tone suddenly turning mischievous, "Your Highness, could you please massage my back first? It's so sore..."

Xiao Chenyuan chuckled softly, reached into the blanket, and placed his warm palm on her sore waist, massaging it gently.

"here?"

"Hmm... a little lower..."

"here?"

"Ah...be gentle..."

Outside the window, dusk was falling.

Meanwhile, Su Qingrun, far away in the Marquis's residence, was holding the letter sent by the Crown Prince, her face as black as the bottom of a pot.

The letter contained only one line:

[May you be well and temporarily reside in the Eastern Palace. Do not worry.]

The signature is a single, elegantly written character, "渊" (Yuan).

Su Qingrun stared at the line of words for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth, crumpled the letter into a ball, and slammed it to the ground.

"Xiao! Chen! Yuan! Give me back my sister!!!! Ahhhhh!!"