Vоlume 1 Chарtеr 7: Ноw Pitiful She Loоks
Yun Jiаo ran аll the waу bасk tо thе guеst roоm, but аs sооn as she stеpped inside with hеr lеft foоt, shе suddеnlу rеmembеrеd.
Shе had forgоttеn to tаke her clоthes!
Аt that moment, Yаn Shi was mеasuring thе smаll undergarmеnt in his hand, momentаrilу lоst in thоught. The sоft sеnsаtiоn from eаrlier sеemed tо linger in his pаlm.
His prоminent Adam’s аррle bоbbеd once, аnd an indеsсribable hеat suddenlу surged thrоugh his bоdу.
So smаll—it must fit tightly, and shе’s so deliсаtе. Without a doubt, it would leave red mаrks, just likе the one on hеr nеck.
The mоrе he thought about it, the more his brows unconsciously furrowed, and an inexplicable irritation rose within him.
But in the next second, he abruptly relaxed his grip and snapped back to reality.
What did it have to do with him anyway?
When Yun Jiao reached the door, this was the scene she witnessed—
Yan Shi sitting in a chair, staring intently at the small undergarment in his palm, his brows tightly knit.
Her earlobes flushed with heat. Before she could speak, Yan Shi caught sight of her from the corner of his eye and parted his lips, about to say something.
But before he could utter a word, Yun Jiao covered his mouth with her hand.
She had run so quickly that Yan Shi instinctively leaned back. Without a second thought, Yun Jiao pressed one knee against his thigh and leaned in to cover his mouth.
It looked as though she had been pulled into his embrace, kneeling on his lap.
“Prince, you’re not allowed to say anything!”
The girl’s originally fair face was flushed with shyness, and a strand of her long hair brushed against his cheek. With her slightest movement, the hair tickled enticingly.
There was also the not-so-light pressure of her kneeling on his thigh.
The inexplicable heat in his body grew even more intense.
Yan Shi raised one hand to encircle her waist, lest she foolishly tumble off again.
He leisurely glanced up at the hand covering his mouth, then pulled it down and clasped her fingers in his.
The hand around her waist pressed her other hand against her back, and with a slight tug, Yun Jiao found herself sitting fully on his lap.
Yun Jiao tried to lift her leg, but before she could move, Yan Shi trapped it between his thighs.
No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t move an inch.
Yun Jiao’s face flushed with anger, her cheeks puffed out as she glared at him.
She looked so fierce, as if she wanted to bare her claws, but when he met her gaze, Yan Shi suddenly lost interest in the idea of clipping those claws.
Yet, the more he looked at her like this, the more she seemed easy to bully—the kind he wanted to bully mercilessly.
His beautiful eyes curved as they fixed on her. “What is This Prince not allowed to say?”
As he spoke, his gaze drifted meaningfully toward the small undergarment.
The blush on Yun Jiao’s face deepened, and her eyes widened in alarm, afraid he might say something that would make her heart race and her cheeks burn.
“You’re not allowed!”
As soon as the words left her lips, Yun Jiao kissed him without a second thought.
Yan Shi was momentarily stunned by her sudden kiss, caught off guard. His expression froze for a moment, and his long, curled eyelashes fluttered twice.
Then, his eyes curved like crescent moons, the contours of the bags under his eyes deepening.
Does she kiss him so easily? Could it be that she likes him this much?
He parted his lips to speak, but Yun Jiao’s eyes flickered, and she pressed her lips more firmly against his.
As if guided by some strange impulse, Yun Jiao gently sucked on his lip.
Yan Shi’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily, and his beautiful pupils narrowed.
His gaze swept over her eyes, where her dark, feathery lashes fluttered like startled birds.
When Yun Jiao realized what she had done, the shock in her eyes was no less than Yan Shi’s.Breaths intertwined with heartbeats, her heart felt as if it were about to leap out of her throat.
Before she could pull away, Yan Shi withdrew first.
Like someone on the brink of suffocation suddenly revived, Yun Jiao gasped with slightly parted lips. Before she could even feel relieved, the hand gripping her waist suddenly loosened.
The next moment.
Yan Shi lifted her with one hand and placed her on the table. Yun Jiao was now a head taller than him, her feet resting on his legs.
Yan Shi tilted his head slightly to look up at her, his hand caressing the back of her neck.
The cool touch sent shivers down Yun Jiao’s spine, her small hands clutching tightly at Yan Shi’s clothes.
She felt a little nervous.
Yan Shi’s eyes darkened for a moment. The hand on the back of her neck slowly moved upward, pressing against the back of her head as he leaned in, tilting his head toward her soft lips.
Two breaths intertwined with the uneven rhythm of their heartbeats.
The hand clasping Yun Jiao’s fingers tightened even more, and Yan Shi’s clothes were crumpled from her grip.
Yan Shi imitated her earlier actions, sucking gently twice, tracing the shape of her lips over and over.
At first, it was fine, but Yan Shi had practiced martial arts since childhood, his breath longer than most, and his intensity gradually increased, kissing her with great force.
Yun Jiao waited and waited, but he showed no sign of stopping.
Her mind seemed to be running out of oxygen. She suddenly parted her lips to breathe, and their tongues intertwined.
!
Both of them stiffened, frozen in place.
Two seconds of silence.
Yan Shi finally stopped, resting his chin on Yun Jiao’s shoulder as he caught his breath.
His warm breath brushed against her ear, and Yun Jiao, now able to breathe, also steadied her breathing.
Yan Shi leaned against Yun Jiao’s shoulder, his breath hot and heavy.
His hand gently stroked her soft hair, his eyelids lightly closed, and the hand intertwined with hers still trembled slightly.
His once steady heartbeat, calm as still water, seemed to have come back to life.
He couldn’t help but flutter his eyelashes a few times, his body filled with an overwhelming sense of joy.
It was more interesting than lying in an ice coffin, holding his own funeral.
More exhilarating than killing someone, watching them lie in a pool of blood, listening as their heartbeat slowly faded away.
Excitement.
An excitement he couldn’t suppress, rising from the depths of his bones.
Yan Shi pulled her tightly into his embrace, his grip so strong it seemed as if he wanted to press her into his very flesh and blood.
Yun Jiao was tightly confined against his chest, the pressure almost painful.
She whispered softly, “Prince…”
Yan Shi steadied his breathing, the corners of his eyes tinged with red, his tone carrying an indescribable allure. “Hmm?”
“You’re holding me too tightly, it hurts.”
Her voice sounded pitiful, truly heart-wrenching.
Yan Shi chuckled softly. “So delicate. This Prince only used a little strength, and you’re already complaining?”
Though he said this, even before finishing his words, Yan Shi had already loosened his grip.
His gaze fell on her lips, darkening slightly. Her once tender lips, like freshly ripened cherries, were now red and swollen.
She looked so pitiful.
So pitiful that he wanted to pinch her, make her hurt, make her cry.
“Gurgle~” As his thumb gently rubbed her lips, Yun Jiao’s stomach suddenly rumbled.
“…” Yun Jiao covered her stomach tightly, her face flushed red.
This elicited another soft laugh from Yan Shi. “Change your clothes, freshen up, and have your meal.”
Only when she was well-fed would she have the strength to endure his teasing.
As he spoke, he picked up a small garment with his fingertips, his brows slightly furrowed. “This small garment…”
“I’ll put it on myself!”Yun Jiao snatched the undergarment and hid it behind her back, pushing the person out the door. “Prince, I want sweet and sour pork ribs. Please have the kitchen make them quickly.”
Yan Shi was pushed outside, and before he could speak, the door was locked from the inside.
Yan Shi chuckled softly. “Who do you think you’re ordering around?”
Even as he spoke, his black boots, snug against his calves, stepped unhurriedly onto the cobblestone path leading to the kitchen.
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Yun Jiao struggled for a long time before barely managing to put on her dress. The undergarment was so tight it hurt her.
She let out a sigh, opened the door, and walked out. Halfway there, she suddenly heard the sound of porcelain being crushed.
Immediately after, it seemed Yan Shi let out two low laughs, his voice as cold as a demon from hell, piercing straight to the bone:
“Hmm? This Prince’s Princess Consort is yours?”