The agile, slick tongue slipped inside, stirring, chasing, forcing Ning Xuan’s tongue to move with it in a wild dance. The tip of the tongue alternated between light and heavy, perfectly brushing or flicking across teeth and palate. When Feng Xuanyi’s tongue seemed to graze the side of his tongue root as if by accident, Ning Xuan could no longer suppress a low moan.
A sensation he had never experienced before left Ning Xuan both fearful and curious, unwilling to withdraw, yet unable to resist. The suffocating, tingling numbness clawed at his heart like a cat’s paw, teasing but never fully satisfying, brushing past lightly only to withdraw again, tormenting him to the brink of madness. His dark pupils grew misty and unfocused, no trace of the earlier sharpness remaining.
Unswallowed saliva slipped from the corners of their joined lips, trailing down along his neck to his collarbone, leaving behind a glistening, ambiguous sheen. The hand restraining Ning Xuan’s wrists sensed his weakening strength and released him, only to glide down from his neck to his chest like a fleeting touch, then further to his waist. With a light tug, it loosened the restraints at his waist.
With that looseness, a heated palm slipped beneath his robe, caressing the smooth, slightly cool skin beneath, kneading lightly and heavily at his waist. Satisfied by the soft, involuntary breaths that escaped Ning Xuan, Feng Xuanyi watched the flushed cheeks and the dazed, misty phoenix eyes, his own gaze darkening. What had begun as mere teasing now stirred something deeper within him.
Lowering his head again, he kissed along the graceful line of Ning Xuan’s pale neck, feeling the steady, powerful pulse beneath the cool skin. Licking and sucking as he moved downward, he paused at the loosened collar, where two delicate collarbones—forced into the cool air—trembled faintly, like small jade butterflies resting upon the shoulders.
“Ah—pain!” As the tongue swept across the hollow of his neck, teeth grazed and nipped at the fragile collarbone, drawing a cry from Ning Xuan. His fine brows knit together, his eyes clouded with moisture—whether from pain or that tingling sensation, even he could not tell.
The heated hand moved upward along his waistline, brushing over his pale, slender chest. The thumb lightly swept across the sensitive spot there, eliciting startled cries from Ning Xuan as waves of unfamiliar yet intense sensations overwhelmed him, leaving him dizzy.
Ning Xuan’s inexperienced reactions and uncontrollable responses only fueled the fire. Even Feng Xuanyi, who was well-versed in such matters, found himself losing control, his lips moving lower—
“Your Highness, it is time for morning court.”
The voice from outside, though not loud, struck like a thunderclap, startling them both.
Though no one knew why the Prince, already prepared, had yet to emerge, as servants they could only obey. Yet the sky was already bright—if they delayed further and missed the hour, they would bear the consequences. Moreover, Mo Yan had already sent repeated reminders, though he himself did not dare speak directly for fear of offending the Prince. Yi Guang, with a bitter expression, braced himself and spoke. It was a thankless task no one wished to take, yet he could blame no one—only his own poor luck. Among the seven, in a game of drawing lots, he had not won a single time.
The two looked at each other again, clarity slowly returning to their eyes. Ning Xuan, who had been deprived of breath since moments ago, gasped heavily.
Damn it—what just happened?! Ning Xuan’s mind, no longer on the verge of suffocation, finally began to function again.
Looking at the person in his arms—those flushed cheeks, lips naturally reddened, and the gradually returning awareness in those misty dark eyes, tinged with confusion and unwillingness—Feng Xuanyi’s lips curved into a faint, unreadable smile, returning to his usual inscrutable demeanor.
With a soft chuckle, he lowered his head and brushed a fleeting kiss against those lips. “We’ll continue when I return.”
With that, he turned and left, leaving behind only the silhouette of his jujube-red figure against the light.
Pushing the door open and stepping out, Feng Xuanyi looked at the attendants standing by and asked coolly, “Who reported just now?”
Already expecting no good outcome, Yi Guang dropped to his knees with a thud, trembling like a sieve in the wind, his voice barely louder than a buzzing fly. “Reporting to Master, it was this servant.”
“Reward him.” With a single word, Feng Xuanyi turned away, striding forward before leaping onto his horse and galloping off at full speed.
Yi Guang, who had expected punishment, was instead inexplicably spared—and even rewarded. The seven attendants—Yi Shu, Yi Xuan, Yi Ji, Yi Quan? Yi Heng, Yi Yang, and Yi Guang—were all left baffled. As for Yi Guang, he remained kneeling at the doorway, stunned and unable to react.
Inside the room, Ning Xuan, still shaken, felt his legs give out and collapsed onto the ground. Leaning back against the cold wall behind him, he breathed heavily, gradually calming down.
What was wrong with him? Early in the morning, thrown into such disarray and turmoil over nothing more than a kiss. If it had been a graceful, enchanting beauty, perhaps he could have accepted it—but the one he had just shared such an intense, overwhelming kiss with was unmistakably a man. And what Ning Xuan found hardest to accept was that he had taken it seriously… and even… felt something.
Scratching his head in frustration, he wondered if he had really “adapted to local customs” this quickly. Letting out a bitter laugh, he did not know whether to marvel at his astonishing adaptability or lament the fact that he had sunk so low as to be affected by a man.
Straightening his clothes, he stepped out with the face of a deeply aggrieved soul.
Seeing Ning Xuan emerge, Yi Xuan, usually the most lively among the seven, immediately approached him. After carefully examining Ning Xuan’s long-suffering expression from head to toe, he assumed that Ning Xuan had been punished due to the Prince’s temper upon waking, and kindly offered words of comfort.
“Don’t take it to heart, and don’t dwell on it. You’ll get used to it. Although the master is particular about many things, once you get used to it, he’s actually quite easy to serve. And he’s never stingy with us servants. There’s just one thing—” he said, scratching his nose awkwardly, “his temper when waking up has never changed over the years—if anything, it’s only gotten worse. No one can escape it. Not just you, a servant—even the Prince Consort, his lawful wife, isn’t spared from being scolded!”
In order to make Ning Xuan feel better, Yi Xuan even dared to reveal such gossip regardless of propriety. “Back when His Majesty arranged the marriage, on the night of their grand wedding, everything was harmonious and perfect. But the next morning, the Consort came out of the room in tears. Do you know why?”
Finally seeing a hint of curiosity appear on Ning Xuan’s bitter face, his gaze turning toward him, Yi Xuan gave a mischievous smile and deliberately kept the answer to himself.
“You’ve got a death wish—talking about the Master and the Consort behind their backs? Even ten heads wouldn’t be enough to save you!”
A sudden smack landed on the back of Yi Xuan’s head without warning. The force was so merciless that even Ning Xuan, merely watching, felt it hurt, instinctively reaching up to touch his own unharmed head.
“Yi Guang! Don’t think just because you got lucky today—escaping punishment and even receiving rewards—you can act smug!” Yi Xuan clutched his head, tears welling in his eyes from the pain. “I’m warning you—serve carefully. Otherwise, if disaster strikes out of nowhere, don’t say I didn’t warn you in advance!”
Yi Guang remained indifferent, merely shrugging as he walked away leisurely.
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