Futile Devices Scans

The Third Prince had not intended to respond to Mu Xueshi, yet the sound of assent escaped him almost against his will.

“…Mm.”

Carefully, he helped Mu Xueshi remove his outer robe so he could sleep more comfortably. Knowing full well that the fool would surely run outside in the cold to wait for the Yinglan flowers to bloom, the Third Prince had secretly mixed a trace of sleep-inducing powder into the wine—just enough to help him drift into a peaceful rest.

As though reassured by that simple sound, Mu Xueshi let out a few foolish chuckles before falling asleep almost instantly.

Once quiet, he appeared unexpectedly well-behaved. Every so often he hiccupped softly from the wine before lapsing into silence again. Crystalline tears still clung to the tips of his thick lashes.

Under the wavering candlelight, shadows and gold flickers danced across his face. The glow fell upon skin as pale and smooth as freshly peeled jade, lending his already delicate beauty an added touch of dangerous allure.

The Third Prince stared.

And stared.

He had long grown accustomed to Mu Xueshi’s breathtaking looks, yet in this moment—this quiet, vulnerable moment—he still found himself utterly entranced.

Before he realized it, another kiss had fallen.

This time, however, it lacked the earlier gentleness. It carried a trace of impatience… even possessiveness.

His hand began to wander across Mu Xueshi’s snow-smooth skin, tracing the soft warmth beneath his fingers as his breathing gradually grew uneven.

“Behave…” Mu Xueshi murmured in his sleep.

Sensing the disturbance, his brows knit together faintly in a sulky little frown. One hand lifted weakly and waved in the air as though performing some strange dance before dropping limply back down.

His lips—glistening faintly with moisture—moved as if whispering dream-soaked nonsense.

Seeing this, the Third Prince sighed helplessly.

He tugged the thin quilt toward Mu Xueshi to cover him, but the moment the blanket touched him—

Smack.

Mu Xueshi slapped it away without even opening his eyes.

He had been sleeping quite comfortably—how could he tolerate someone fussing around him like this? Swatting away the “annoying fly,” Mu Xueshi rolled over to continue sleeping.

Unfortunately…

That careless slap landed squarely across the Third Prince’s face.

“….”

The Third Prince froze.

Momentarily stunned, he instinctively raised his hand, intending to return the favor with a sharp smack to Mu Xueshi’s backside. Yet when he looked at the man’s sleeping expression, he found himself unable to bring the hand down.

When awake, Mu Xueshi was unruly.

Drunk, he was even worse.

Originally he had been placed neatly on the bed, lying quietly on his side with his small face pressed against the pillow.

Now, however…

He had somehow ended up straddling the quilt like a victorious warrior, rubbing against it while letting out a silly giggle. The laugh faded just as quickly as it appeared, revealing that it had only been drunken sleep-talk.

His thin under-robe—already hanging loosely over his body—shifted with the movement. The collar fell open slightly, exposing a broad stretch of smooth white skin.

The Third Prince’s gaze darkened.

Slowly… uncontrollably…

His eyes drifted downward.

From the tear-streaked little face…

Past the slender line of his collarbone…

Across the delicate chest and narrow waist…

Until finally—

They stopped.

That place remained hidden beneath the folds of cloth, yet the Third Prince could already feel heat gathering low in his abdomen.

The tension in his mind snapped with a faint ringing.

His hand came to rest upon Mu Xueshi’s firm, rounded hips. After lingering briefly along the shallow curve there, his hand slipped between Mu Xueshi’s thighs and beneath the soft fabric of his undergarments.

His fingers closed around the dormant warmth he found there.

“Mn…”

Mu Xueshi made a faint sound of dissatisfaction, shifting slightly before falling still once again.

Neither the original owner of this body nor the present Mu Xueshi had ever experienced such intimacy before. His body was unbearably inexperienced.

The Third Prince had only just begun to stroke when the softness in his grasp trembled and slowly came to life.

Removing the last layer of cloth, the Third Prince looked at the half-aroused length before him—and even that sight seemed strangely beautiful.

A faint smile curved at the corner of his lips.

Without hesitation, he bent down.

Warm lips closed around it.

“Ah…”

The sensation was so overwhelming that Mu Xueshi’s eyes fluttered open slightly. His vision blurred between dream and waking as he stared at the figure kneeling between his legs.

For a moment he was dazed.

Then suddenly more awake.

“Xi… Xi?”

The Third Prince lifted his eyes, brows slightly raised as he watched the flush slowly spreading across Mu Xueshi’s face—yet his mouth never paused in its movements.

Mu Xueshi’s breathing grew heavier.

Bit by bit, awareness returned.

Once again… he and the Third Prince seemed to have crossed another forbidden boundary.

This was the second time.

And each time, he had enjoyed it immensely.

Was it the body’s instincts…

Or his own?

Mu Xueshi couldn’t figure it out.

All he knew was that unfamiliar waves of pleasure were rushing toward him, one after another. Before long he felt as though he might completely lose control.

Whatever.

As long as it feels good.

No one will know anyway.

With that reckless thought, Mu Xueshi broke into a mischievous grin. He pushed the Third Prince away before swaying upright into a sitting position.

“I won’t take advantage of you,” he muttered drunkenly. “You made me feel pretty good… so I won’t treat you badly either. Heh…”

With sudden determination, he reached out and grabbed what lay between the Third Prince’s legs.

But Mu Xueshi’s mind was already muddled by alcohol. How could he possibly judge his strength properly?

The Third Prince had been holding himself back for quite some time already, tension drawn tight as a bowstring.

That careless grab—

Even a man with his iron composure couldn’t help drawing in a sharp breath of pain.

Mu Xueshi noticed the expression on his face and realized he had squeezed too hard.

So he patted the Third Prince’s thigh in a soothing gesture, as though comforting a child.

“It’s okay… I’ll be gentler.”

He shook his head slightly, his movements still unsteady from drink.

This time, the strength in his hand truly softened.

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