Vоlumе 1 Сhарter 10: Babу, Whу Are Yоu Shaking?
Thоugh it wаs quitе еmbаrrаssing, she sееmеd tо have trulу been kissed so thоrоughly bу him thаt hеr lеgs wеnt weаk.
In just оnе day, hе hаd gonе from a blank slаte tо mastering the аrt of kissing hеr until her lеgs gаve waу.
So embarrаssing.
Yun Jiао wrаppеd hеr аrms аround his neсk, burying hеr facе in the crоok of his nеck, biting her lowеr liр tightlу, toо аshamed to fаcе аnyonе.
Skin pressеd agаinst skin, Yаn Shi wаs momеntarily stunnеd by her initiаtivе tо draw close to him. Out of the соrner of his eyе, hе caught sight of hеr сrimson earlobes.
They looked like ripe cherries, and he wondered if they tasted just as sweet.
As the thought crossed his mind, Yan Shi narrowed his eyes slightly. His heartbeat, which had just calmed down, seemed to quicken once more.
Bite it, take a taste.
Devour it whole.
His gaze deepened, and the urge to bite down surged like a flickering flame. Once the thought took root, it grew uncontrollably.
He opened his mouth and took the earlobe right before him into his mouth, sucking gently, producing a soft, audible “tsk.”
Yan Shi narrowed his eyes. Just as he had imagined, it was incredibly soft.
His mind seemed to be swept by the rising flames, his eyes gradually growing warm. As if guided by some unseen force, he parted his lips slightly.
His teeth sank into her earlobe.
Yun Jiao’s mind went blank for a moment. A tingling sensation rose from her spine, causing her to tremble involuntarily.
Her small hands tightened around Yan Shi’s neck, her voice trembling as she called out, “Prince…”
Yan Shi’s pupils trembled, and he froze instantly, abruptly pulling away from her earlobe, his eyes wide with shock.
What was he doing?
He had nearly lost control just now.
All just to test how soft her earlobe was?
Soft…
Yan Shi lowered his gaze, glancing down at the figure before him. Yun Jiao’s body was pressed tightly against his, her softness crushed against his chest, her heartbeat rhythmically transmitting to him.
Yan Shi held Yun Jiao, his voice tinged with a hint of hoarseness, his magnetic tone rasping as he spoke.
“Your heartbeat has jumped onto This Prince again.”
“!!”
Yun Jiao’s face instantly flushed with heat. Pressed against his chest, she could feel the warmth beneath the fabric even through their clothes.
She hurriedly pushed herself up, sitting upright, her hands placed obediently on her lap, looking very well-behaved.
But the Yun family had pampered her for three years, and with her naturally picturesque features—her eyes like black agate, clear and round, yet with a seductive allure at the corners, her porcelain skin tinged with pink—
especially the faint tooth mark still visible on her earlobe.
The collision of innocence and seduction was displayed on her to the fullest. Yan Shi’s gaze darkened, a restless heat surging within him, his Adam’s apple bobbing several times.
Frowning slightly, he felt an inexplicable change in his body that gradually began to irritate him.
Shifting his gaze slightly to the side, he patted her bottom. “Didn’t you say you were hungry? If your legs aren’t weak anymore, get off This Prince’s lap.”
A faint, unnatural blush on his ears was hidden beneath his long hair.
The two pats felt like thunder, startling Yun Jiao so much that she sprang up, her face flushed crimson. Red-faced, she slid off his lap and obediently took a seat on a nearby chair, picking up her chopsticks to eat.
She kept her head down, not daring to lift it even a little. The spot he had patted felt as if touched by fire, burning hot, yet her mind began to wander uncontrollably.
She hadn’t expected kissing to be such a strenuous activity.
Even though it wasn’t her hands that had been patted, why did they feel so weak, almost unable to hold the chopsticks?
Unaware of the thoughts swirling in her mind, Yan Shi propped his chin on one hand, watching her, while the other hand rested on the table, his knuckles lightly tapping against the surface.Watching Yun Jiao stuff food into her mouth like a squirrel preparing for winter, a faint smile unconsciously surfaced in his eyes.
Yun Jiao shook her head, pushing away those strange thoughts, and focused on eating.
As she chewed, she couldn’t help but close her eyes and sigh softly, “So good, all my favorites!”
Adorable.
Yan Shi slowly curled his knuckles, rubbing his fingertips together, his gaze deepening.
He wanted… wanted to torment her, to snatch her food away, to make her cry.
To see her weeping as she clung to him, begging.
Suddenly, an image flashed in his mind—her tear-streaked face, her damp eyes silently accusing him.
It suddenly felt irritating.
Yan Shi lowered his gaze, the veins on the back of his hand faintly bulging as he exerted immense effort to suppress this malicious urge.
Then, lazily lifting his eyes, he tried to divert his attention, his knuckles continuing to tap lightly and slowly on the table.
He glanced at the dishes on the table.
Silly girl, hadn’t she noticed they were all the ones she’d eaten more of last night?
Before long, Yan Shi’s gaze returned to her, and he frowned with displeasure.
He stared at her intently, not looking away for a moment.
A long while passed.
Half a day had gone by.
This heartless glutton even nodded at the dishes a few times but hadn’t spared him a single glance.
He wanted to be seen.
Wanted to be seen by her.
Why hadn’t she turned to look at him yet?
The tapping of his knuckles abruptly stopped. He stretched his long leg toward Yun Jiao’s chair, hooking both her and the chair over to his side.
Yun Jiao’s eyes widened suddenly, her cheeks puffed out with food as she turned to look at him, blinking her innocent, round eyes twice.
Seeing her eyes finally fixed on him, Yan Shi tilted his head slightly, looking at her even more lazily. “Eat.”
“……?”
Yun Jiao couldn’t quite grasp his intentions. She tentatively took a small bite and, seeing his eyes still curved in a smile, slowly continued eating.
Yan Shi resumed his slow tapping on the table. Yun Jiao took a bite, glanced at him, and repeated this a few times before finally noticing that the chopsticks in front of him hadn’t moved at all.
Yun Jiao blinked in confusion. “Prince, aren’t you going to eat?”
Before he could respond, the next moment—
“The ribs are delicious, ah~” She picked up a piece of rib and held it in front of his mouth.
Yan Shi lowered his gaze to look—a fragrant rib coated in sauce. Yun Jiao held her hand beneath it, afraid the sauce would drip.
He stared quietly for a moment, then opened his mouth and ate it from her hand.
As soon as it entered his mouth, his brows furrowed. Yan Shi paused for just a moment before chewing slowly, his expression unchanged.
His throat felt as if thousands of ice picks were scraping against it, and swallowing was like a blade of ice slicing through the flesh of his throat.
A piercing pain. As expected, he still hated eating as much as ever.
He swallowed it expressionlessly.
Less than a second later, that fair, slender wrist held a piece of fresh fish up to him again. “Prince, ah~”
Yan Shi scoffed. Who did she think she was coaxing with that childish tone?
He remained motionless, lips pressed together, showing no intention of opening his mouth. He lifted his gaze to Yun Jiao, looking at her with a half-smile.
Yun Jiao didn’t pull back either, holding her wrist out in front of him, clearly determined not to give up until he ate.
A silent standoff.
A moment later.
The curve of Yan Shi’s lips widened. He slowly glanced at her wrist and said with a light smile, “Darling, why are you trembling?”
Yun Jiao choked.
She felt provoked.
Angrily gritting her teeth, she bit one end of the rib, cupped his face, and pressed her lips to his.Yan Shi’s eyes darkened, the fishy aroma spreading between his teeth, but even harder to ignore than the scent was the softness on his lips.
As their lips pressed together, Yan Shi’s Adam’s apple bobbed once.
With lips slightly parting, Yun Jiao seized the chance to bite off a piece and transfer the meat over.
She lifted her chin, letting out a soft, smug hum like a victorious cat—proud, triumphant, and showing off.
Tsk. So impressive.
He lowered his gaze and bit down on the fish meat, eating unusually slowly, even savoring each bite deliberately.
The royal manor had always forbidden wasting food.
Pain once was pain, and pain twice was still pain.
He had never been afraid of pain.
Besides… the sharp, stinging pain in his throat constantly stirred his nerves, repeatedly reminding him.
This was what she had personally fed into his mouth, the knife she had handed over herself, slicing open his throat one cut at a time.
The knife she had handed over… just thinking of this, a surge of pleasure welled up in Yan Shi’s heart.
His fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly, his eyes carrying a trace of daze, the corners tinged with red.
Savoring the delightful agony in his throat, he found it increasingly difficult to restrain himself.