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

His deep features were reflected in Su Yaoyao's dreamy eyes.

That usually aloof and ascetic face,

This moment is filled with desire born for her...

Xiao Chenyuan leaned down to look at the person beneath him.

Su Yaoyao lay on the bed, her black hair spread out, covering the large red embroidered pillow.

Her face was flushed, her eyes glistening with tears, and she looked at him hazily.

"Ah Yuan...this is our...wedding night...you can..."

"Enjoy it to the fullest..."

Xiao Chenyuan's eyes darkened, like a wild beast spotting its prey in the forest.

"Don't be afraid," he said. "I'm here."

Su Yaoyao mumbled an "Mmm" in her sleep, but her hand had already climbed onto his neck.

"Ah Yuan..." she snuggled into his arms.

"I want A-Yuan..."

Xiao Chenyuan let out a muffled groan.

He never knew that her coquettish manner could soften his heart so much, and also...

It's so hard.

The kiss landed again.

This time, it was no longer a tentative attempt, but a sweeping storm.

He pried open her lips.

But Su Yaoyao felt it wasn't enough.

She raised her arms to wrap around his neck and deepened the kiss.

The heat within her body was completely ignited by this kiss, transforming from a wildfire into a raging inferno.

"A-Yuan..."

Su Yaoyao was breathless from his kiss, but her hands clung to him even tighter.

The medicinal properties surged within my body, amplifying the tactile sensation of every inch of my skin.

His lips, his hands, his breath—everything about him sent shivers down her spine.

Xiao Chenyuan released her lips and kissed her all the way down her jawline.

I kissed her neck, her collarbone, and then I kissed her bright red wedding dress.

He paused, then looked up at her.

"This wedding dress..." His voice was terribly hoarse, "How do we untie it?"

Su Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

She blinked and said deliberately,

"If you don't understand, Your Highness, why don't you just tear it up?"

"Okay! Let's just tear it!"

"Hey! I was just kidding... Ah..."

With a slight exertion of force, Xiao Chenyuan's large hand shattered the months' worth of work by the Clothing Bureau into pieces amidst the sound of tearing fabric.

The layers of wedding dress were peeled away, like petals being removed to reveal the most delicate stamen.

The moment Xiao Chenyuan's hand touched the small garment embroidered with twin lotus blossoms,

Su Yaoyao quickly reached out to stop her.

"Don't tear this! I embroidered it myself, it took me a long time..."

Xiao Chenyuan chuckled softly, "Alright... I won't tear it..."

"However... it must be given to me..."

"You..."

Before Su Yaoyao could finish speaking, her calloused hands had already deftly untied the sash of her undergarment...

Su Yaoyao couldn't help but sigh.

This person's technique is getting more and more skillful...

The moment their skin touched, Su Yaoyao let out a comfortable sigh.

He carried the familiar scent of sandalwood, like the only cool spring in the sweltering summer, making her yearn for more.

She clung to him like a vine, her burning skin pressed against his cool chest, desperately seeking comfort.

"Yaoyao, don't rush."

"It'll be a long night."

Xiao Chenyuan's voice was hoarse and barely audible. He comforted her while taking off his own clothes.

In the flickering light of the red candle, his body was slender and powerful, every muscle exuding an explosive beauty.

Su Yaoyao's gaze could no longer focus; she could only instinctively chase after the source that could bring her a sense of relief.

The curtains fell, isolating them from the outside world.

In a small world,

All that remained were their rapid breathing and pounding heartbeats.

The medicinal properties surged within the body.

Xiao Chenyuan looked up at her.

"Don't hold back," he whispered, kissing the corner of her lips.

"I want to hear it."

Xiao Chenyuan looked at her flushed face and the corners of his lips slightly lifted.

"Yaoyao is so beautiful," he said, his voice hoarse.

"It looks even better now."

"A-Yuan..." her voice trembled.

"you……"

"What's wrong?"

Su Yaoyao bit her lip and whispered.

"you……"

Xiao Chenyuan smiled.

"enjoy it……"

"My wife..."

His hands began to wander more restlessly over her body.

He knows every inch of skin and every sensitive spot like the back of his hand.

"A-Yuan...no..."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't stop?"

"Xiao Chenyuan! Are you going to continue or not?!"

Xiao Chenyuan's lips curled into a smile as he climbed up and met her gaze.

"Do!"

"Then I will..."

He paused, then a smile played on his lips.

You're welcome.

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Su Yaoyao let out a muffled groan.

"pain?"

Su Yaoyao shook her head.

"It doesn't hurt..."

"that is……"

"I'm afraid you won't put in enough effort..."

Xiao Chenyuan completely lost his rationality.

"Yaoyao," he whispered to her.

"Um……"

"I love you."

"I love you too," she said, her voice soft but earnest.

Xiao Chenyuan's eyes flickered.

Next second,

Red candles flickered, and curtains swayed gently.

The groans were muffled between his lips and teeth, leaving only intermittent sobs.

The voice was soft and delicate, carrying a hint of unbearable longing and a touch of satisfaction.

She could only hold onto his neck and let him lead her into the scalding sea.

The third attack of the drug was indeed more severe than the first two.

But Su Yaoyao could no longer tell whether the heat was from the medicine or from him.

All she knew was that every time he kissed her, she became a little softer.

"Your Highness..."

"I also want to stop."

"Can……"

Su Yaoyao blushed and her heart raced at his words, but she couldn't refute them.

Yes, he's been holding back for far too long.

From our first encounter at the palace banquet to our wedding night today.

From a celibate Buddhist to a groom who breaks his vows of celibacy.

She raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck.

"Then, Your Highness..." she whispered in his ear.

"Please...give me more."

He looked down at her, his phoenix eyes almost overflowing with desire.

"Yaoyao," his voice was terribly hoarse, "that's what you said."

He kissed her, his voice muffled between his lips, filled with endless indulgence and pampering.

"Any amount is fine with me."

This time, there will be no gentleness.

This time, it was like a violent storm.

The red candles burned out, and the curtains swayed back and forth.

The groans started as faint moans, then grew into suppressed moans, and finally became hoarse and weak.

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The red candles burned all night.

The sky outside the window changed from pitch black to deep blue, then to pale white, and finally to golden yellow.

But the candlelight never went out.

The bed curtains were drawn low, and two intertwined figures could be vaguely seen.

After an unknown amount of time, a hoarse female voice came from inside the tent.

Her response was the man's even heavier breathing and a declaration that was low and hoarse to the extreme.

"not enough."

"The medication hasn't worked yet..."

"That's about it..."

"It's pretty much still unsolved..."

"Ugh—"

The sound was swallowed up again.

The curtains swayed gently, and the flames of the red candles flickered in response.

Three days...

Three nights...