The warm touch, the moist and soft slickness of a tongue, seemed to still linger on his lips—gentle yet domineering, fierce yet tender. The sensation felt as though it still surrounded him, refusing to fade.
“What are you thinking about so deeply?” Seeing Ning Xuan suddenly fall into a daze, his face flushing red, Feng Xuanyi’s playful mood surged. He grabbed Ning Xuan’s arm and pulled him fully into his embrace, lowering his voice as he leaned close to his ear, whispering with utmost softness.
Already embarrassed from being lost in thought—especially because those thoughts were hardly appropriate—Ning Xuan was caught completely off guard as Feng Xuanyi pulled him into a tight embrace. Warm, damp breath brushed against his sensitive ear, unbearably intimate. The strong arm across his chest left him unsure whether to move or stay still.
“Could it be you were thinking of something… rather tender, to be so absorbed?” The deep, pleasant voice lingered deliberately by his ear, occasionally accompanied by low, magnetic chuckles that made Ning Xuan stiffen like a block of wood. “For example—this morning’s kiss.”
With his thoughts exposed, Ning Xuan was mortified. He tried to struggle free, but couldn’t overpower this pampered nobleman. His resistance only made the embrace tighten further. In the struggle, his fair ear brushed against Feng Xuanyi’s lips, startling him into stillness. He immediately froze, not daring to move again. The blush that already colored his face spread rapidly to his ears and even down to the base of his neck.
Looking at the soft, pink earlobe so close at hand, Feng Xuanyi’s desire stirred. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and took the small, delicate earlobe between his lips. Ning Xuan shuddered violently. The warm, damp sensation enveloped him, and the strength in his legs seemed to drain away instantly. He collapsed helplessly back onto Feng Xuanyi’s lap. A nimble tongue teased the earlobe, sometimes licking, sometimes brushing over the sensitive contours of the ear, while sharp teeth grazed lightly as if intending to consume his sanity bit by bit.
“Mmm!” An involuntary sound escaped Ning Xuan, causing Feng Xuanyi to momentarily lose control—but it also jolted Ning Xuan back to his last shred of reason. Seizing the moment, he broke free from the embrace, stumbling back three steps to create distance. Though his face remained flushed and his phoenix-shaped eyes were clouded with a misty sheen, his breathing uneven, he still stared at Feng Xuanyi with wary vigilance, silently warning him not to act rashly.
Feng Xuanyi merely shrugged, unconcerned. Though the warmth and softness in his arms were gone, leaving a faint sense of loss, he straightened his rumpled clothing and quietly steadied the inexplicably stirred emotions within himself. Lowering his head, he resumed eating with elegant composure, though a slight frown creased his brow—why did he always lose control around this person?
“If staring at me so cautiously can fill your stomach, then I don’t mind you continuing to look.” Even as he spoke while eating—something usually considered improper—Feng Xuanyi managed to make it appear graceful, almost picturesque.
Ning Xuan pressed a hand to his empty stomach, which was already rumbling in protest, then glanced at the table full of delicacies. Swallowing, he hesitated. Though it was improper for someone of his status to dine at the same table as his master, he wasn’t someone bound by ancient feudal rules. And since the ruling class themselves didn’t care, why should he make trouble for himself?
Without further hesitation, he plopped down onto the prepared seat, grabbed his bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and began stuffing his mouth with the dishes he had long been eyeing. Before he even finished chewing, his chopsticks were already reaching for more. He ate ravenously, as if he hadn’t eaten in eight lifetimes.
Watching Ning Xuan—who sat without proper posture, ate without decorum, and even hummed in satisfaction—Feng Xuanyi showed no displeasure. Instead, he set down his chopsticks, rested his head on one hand again, and observed him with interest. The dishes themselves held little appeal to him anymore, long since having grown tired of such fare. But watching Ning Xuan eat with such gusto, his cheeks still flushed, his pale face puffing adorably with each chew, somehow made even the tasteless dishes seem more flavorful.
“As expected, watching you really does whet the appetite,” Feng Xuanyi said with narrowed eyes, thoroughly pleased with his earlier decision to leave Ning Xuan as his sole attendant during the meal.
Ning Xuan had no intention of responding. He did his best to ignore Feng Xuanyi entirely. With such an unpredictable and borderline inappropriate master constantly teasing him, he needed to eat well to have the energy to deal with it. Turning his anger into appetite, he devoured the food as if each dish were Feng Xuanyi’s face itself, sweeping the nearest plates clean in no time. Smacking his lips in satisfaction, his bright eyes then locked onto the dishes slightly farther away.
Feng Xuanyi watched in astonishment as Ning Xuan ate like a whirlwind, marveling at how such a thin frame could hold such an appetite.
“I’ve heard that people with big appetites tend to have equally strong desires—especially those who like sweet foods,” Feng Xuanyi remarked thoughtfully, his tone completely serious.
Just as Ning Xuan had finally paused to sip some soup and take a break, the words made him spray the entire mouthful out in one go, misting the table evenly. He coughed violently, his face flushing bright red.
“What kind of nonsense is that?!” Ning Xuan snapped irritably. Who would have thought that something as simple as eating a meal could be twisted into something like that—and said so seriously, too? “That’s completely unscientific!”
“What is ‘scientific’?” Feng Xuanyi frowned slightly. This person, whose background remained entirely unknown, always blurted out words and ideas he couldn’t comprehend.
Ning Xuan rolled his eyes, clearly unwilling to explain.
Taking advantage of the moment, Feng Xuanyi leaned a little closer, studying this little troublemaker who constantly forgot his place. It was as if defiance and freedom were etched into his very bones—never fawning over power or status.
“Full already?” Feng Xuanyi asked with a soft chuckle.
Ning Xuan simply grunted in response, completely unaware of his lack of decorum.
“Would you like some dessert?” Feng Xuanyi continued, smiling gently.
At the mention of dessert, Ning Xuan’s eyes lit up instantly. But recalling Feng Xuanyi’s earlier comment, he hesitated. Even if it was nonsense, being observed so closely—especially with such suggestive undertones—made it hard to enjoy the food. He turned and shot Feng Xuanyi a wary glare, still refusing to respond.
Feng Xuanyi, however, was undeterred. His dark eyes gleamed as he pressed on, “A new chef just arrived at the residence these past few days. Jujube Paste Walnut Cake is his specialty—sweet but not cloying. I remember you quite like this kind of thing.”
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