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

Su Yaoyao looked into Xiao Chenyuan's bloodshot eyes.

The drug was quite potent, but the young master was still able to hold on until now and talk to her; his self-control was simply terrifying.

"Your Highness," she said, not only not backing away, but moving forward even more.

By the moonlight streaming in through the window, I carefully observed his appearance—his clothes were slightly disheveled, his hair was soaked, and his usually calm and indifferent eyes were now misty with tears at the corners, adding a touch of breathtaking beauty.

"Your Highness, it's quite a rare sight to see you like this," she said softly.

Xiao Chenyuan's breathing suddenly became heavy, the veins on his neck bulged, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, hitting the back of her hand, which was surprisingly hot.

"You..." His voice was terribly hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, his eyes surging with lust, yet he still struggled to maintain a sliver of clarity.

"You...aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Su Yaoyao tilted her head, smiling like a cunning fox. "Afraid that Your Highness will eat me?"

"What if..." he panted, leaning closer, his hot breath spraying her face, "What if I really want to devour you?"

"Your Highness is a gentleman," Su Yaoyao said with a smile, gently tapping his chest with her fingertip.

"Su Yaoyao," Chen Yuan grabbed her mischievous hand, his palm burning hot.

"You overestimate a man's self-control." Xiao Chenyuan closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his eyes swirling with emotion. "I'll give you a chance. You can... leave now."

"You can't get out," Su Yaoyao interrupted him, pointing to the door. "When His Highness pulled me in, he casually left the door bolt down."

Xiao Chenyuan's breath hitched.

The medicine burned through my body like fire... the pain was so intense it felt like I was going to explode.

Su Yaoyao sighed and took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve: "This humble woman brought some calming pills, Your Highness, would you like to try them?"

She poured out two and held them to his lips.

Xiao Chenyuan didn't move, he just stared at her. His gaze was so deep, it was as if he wanted to draw her in.

"Your Highness?"

"...It's no use." Xiao Chenyuan breathed heavily, then tugged at his collar, revealing his lean chest. "This drug...is not an ordinary aphrodisiac."

Su Yaoyao paused.

She took back the pills, her expression finally becoming serious: "Your Highness, this medicine... I cannot cure it."

"I know."

"You knew I was drinking it?!" Su Yaoyao laughed in exasperation. "That glass of wine was clearly—"

Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Chenyuan suddenly moved closer, grabbed her, and slammed her against the wall!

"Hmm!"

Her back slammed against the cold wall, while his burning hot body was right in front of her.

Su Yaoyao was trapped between him and the wall, and could clearly feel...

"I did it on purpose." He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

"That glass of wine... I know there's something wrong with it."

"Then why...?"

Xiao Chenyuan didn't answer, but simply raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips.

The movements were light, yet they carried a repressed, burning possessiveness.

"She's trying to scheme against you," he said hoarsely, his eyes chillingly deep. "I can tolerate her scheming against me, but I cannot... tolerate her harming you."

Su Yaoyao was stunned.

So... he knew the wine was contaminated, but he still drank it for her?

"Your Highness is testing the medicine on yourself?!" She couldn't believe it. Summoning a surge of strength, she shoved him away. "Are you out of your mind—do you know how harmful this medicine is? What if—"

"What if what?" Xiao Chenyuan stumbled from her push, but chuckled softly, the red glint in his eyes startlingly bright. "What if I lose control and actually do something to you?"

He approached her step by step, his gaze fixed on her: "And what about you? What will you do?"

Su Yaoyao was pressed against the wall, with nowhere to retreat.

Xiao Chenyuan was completely overwhelmed by the effects of the drug, and his rationality was on the verge of collapse.

He raised his hand and touched her face, his fingertips burning hot, his calloused fingertips gently caressing her cheek, his eyes hazy yet dangerous:

"That day at Tangquan Palace... I touched this place."

His fingertips slid down,

"And here..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Chenyuan's lips suddenly fell.

His burning lips pressed against the skin of her neck.

Su Yaoyao trembled and subconsciously tried to push him away, but he pressed her hand down on top of her head.

He was panting, his lips tracing a path up her neck, finally stopping at her ear.

"I... have had enough."

The drug completely overwhelmed her reason.

Xiao Chenyuan's hand touched her waist, his palm burning hot.

"You really are..." he groaned, his hand tracing the waistline upwards, grasping...softness through the fabric.

"...It could kill someone."

Su Yaoyao stiffened.

My breathing became increasingly erratic, and I started to feel weak...

Su Yaoyao, however, pressed his hand down at just the right moment.

Xiao Chenyuan paused, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her.

"As I said..." Su Yaoyao gasped for breath, looking directly into his eyes, "What I want is your heart."

Xiao Chenyuan's breath hitched.

"This humble woman truly desires you," she continued.

"But not when you are so confused. I do not wish to... take advantage of your vulnerability."

The air fell silent for a moment.

The only sounds were the intertwined breathing of the two people and the faint sounds of music from a distant banquet outside the door.

Xiao Chenyuan looked at her and suddenly smiled.

The laughter was light, carrying an eerie quality amplified by the drug's effects, and a kind of reckless indulgence.

"So, Yaoyao, do you think... I'm still conscious?" He lowered his head, his nose brushing against hers, his breath hot, "

Su Yaoyao's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"I'm perfectly clear-headed." He stared into her eyes, enunciating each word clearly, "I know perfectly well... that I want you."

He slowly approached, until finally their noses touched and their lips almost met.

"I want you, Su Yaoyao," he said hoarsely, his eyes surging with a naked desire she had never seen before.

"It's not because of the medicine."

"It's because of you."

Su Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat.

She looked at the man before her—this usually aloof and celibate Buddhist prince who felt it was an insult to even glance at a woman, yet now he was burning with desire for her and confessed that he was smitten.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't tempted.

but……

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"No," she said softly, her fingertips tracing his burning cheek. "Your Highness has not yet opened your heart to me."

Xiao Chenyuan was taken aback.

"If you want me, why resort to such a vile drug?" Su Yaoyao said, her fingertips lightly tracing his sweat-dampened chest. "However..."

Her hand slid down his clothes and stopped at his belt.

"Seeing you so uncomfortable..." She looked up, her eyes glistening with tears, a hint of mischief in them.

"I will do you this favor, even if it is difficult for me."

Xiao Chenyuan's breath hitched, and he suddenly grabbed her wrist: "You..."

"Your Highness is going to endure this?" Su Yaoyao raised an eyebrow, while her other hand slipped inside his loosened robe, caressing his taut abs. "Or... do you not trust me?"

She understood all too well. Men are creatures who never cherish what they get easily.

She wanted him, but not while she was drugged.

She wanted him... to sink into depravity together...

but……

We have to give him something in return.

She...to...

Xiao Chenyuan froze.

Suppressed gasps escaped from his throat.

"Your Highness," Su Yaoyao whispered in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "relax..."

As she spoke, she loosened the tie.

Xiao Chenyuan groaned and closed his eyes.

His grip on her loosened gradually, as if he had given up resisting, letting her do as she pleased...

Sweat rolled down her forehead, dripping down her jawline and landing on the back of her hand.

Xiao Chenyuan kept his eyes closed, but his taut jawline and bobbing Adam's apple betrayed his unbearable discomfort.

He would occasionally let out a muffled groan through his teeth, low and husky, yet alluring.

"Yaoyao..." he finally couldn't help but speak, his voice hoarse.

"Hmm?" Su Yaoyao looked up and saw that his eyes were shockingly red at the corners, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself.

So lovely.

"Don't……"

"Don't torture me..."

Su Yaoyao whispered, "Then Your Highness... should you beg me?"

Xiao Chenyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Those phoenix eyes were shimmering with tears, emotions surging, yet also carrying a hint of anger and humiliation.

He stared at her for a long time, then lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely.

The kiss carried the effects of the drug, causing a loss of control, yet it was strangely gentle.

The side hall was dimly lit, with only moonlight filtering through the cracks in the windows.

The figures of the two intertwined are vaguely outlined.

"Slender and graceful..."

Xiao Chenyuan called to her in a hoarse voice, his breath coming in gasps, "Where...did you learn that...?"

Su Yaoyao chuckled, "What does Your Highness think?"

Xiao Chenyuan groaned and tightened his arms around her, holding her tightly in his embrace.

From forbearance to collapse, from struggle to ruin.

This once high and mighty Crown Prince is now incredibly vulnerable.

In his final moments, he bit down on the fabric of her shoulder, swallowing back a muffled groan that he had suppressed to the extreme.

The sound of panting echoed in the dimly lit hall.

After a long while, Xiao Chenyuan slowly released her, took a half step back, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and breathed heavily.

Her ears were so red they were almost bleeding, her hair was soaked, and she looked like she had been pulled out of the water.

Su Yaoyao lowered her eyes and looked at her hands, her expression calm.

"Your Highness," she held out her hand, "can I borrow your handkerchief? I don't know where I lost mine."

Xiao Chenyuan opened his eyes, his gaze still lingering with lingering emotions.

"In..." His Adam's apple bobbed, "...in his arms."

Su Yaoyao spread her hands, looking completely innocent: "I don't have hands to hold it."

Xiao Chenyuan: "..."

With his eyes closed, he fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a plain white handkerchief, stuffing it haphazardly into her hand, not daring to look at her the entire time.

Su Yaoyao remained calm and slowly wiped him clean. After she finished, she also straightened his slightly disheveled clothes.

Xiao Chenyuan opened his eyes, looked at her calm profile, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why...?"

"I already said," Su Yaoyao interrupted him, raising her eyes and smiling, "what this humble woman desires is Your Highness's heart."

She stood up, straightened her skirt, and smiled radiantly: "Your Highness, please remember my kindness today. After all... I don't often do this kind of servant's work."

Xiao Chenyuan watched her retreating figure as she walked towards the door, and suddenly spoke:

"Su Yaoyao."

"Um?"

"Wait for me..." He paused, his voice low and husky but firm, "the day I open my heart."

Su Yaoyao paused, turned around, and gave him a sweet smile:

"This humble woman will wait."

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door!

Xiao Chenyuan's eyes narrowed, and he almost instantly appeared, pulling Su Yaoyao behind him to protect her.