Jujube Paste Walnut Cake!!
At the mention of it, Ning Xuan’s eyes lit up uncontrollably. Even though his stomach was already aching from being too full, it suddenly felt empty, and his mouth watered. He swallowed instinctively, pursed his lips, and frowned, struggling for a long time before finally forcing himself to suppress the pitiful, pleading look that was about to turn toward Feng Xuanyi. Clearing his throat, he spoke with forced righteousness, “Thank you for Your Highness’s kindness, but I’m already very full.”
Every movement and expression of Ning Xuan had not escaped Feng Xuanyi’s notice. He immediately slapped the table and burst into laughter, bending over with mirth. Outside, the seven attendants, hearing their master laughing so strangely while merely eating, were utterly confused and felt chills run down their spines, trembling uncontrollably.
Inside, Ning Xuan stared blankly at Feng Xuanyi, who was laughing so hard he nearly lost control, unable to react at first. Then he quickly turned his head away, poking at the half-bowl of chicken soup in front of him—left unfinished because of Feng Xuanyi’s shocking earlier remark—and internally scolded himself from head to toe:
Damn it! He’s just a man—put him in modern times and he’d just be some tall, rich, handsome guy! I may not be that tall or that rich, but at least I’m decent-looking, right? So why the hell am I blushing and getting flustered just from looking at his smile?! It’s already autumn—why am I acting like I’m in heat?!
Ning Xuan pressed his lips together, his eyes reddening like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His whole body tensed as if his fur had bristled up, fiercely stirring the innocent chicken soup with his chopsticks.
“Did it offend you or something? Why are you stirring it so hard?” Feng Xuanyi suddenly leaned closer. Seeing Ning Xuan’s flushed face, he didn’t expose him, still laughing carefreely, as if he were not the Fifth Prince, Prince Rong, but that earlier Yi Hua—the one who had been thoroughly glared at by Ning Xuan in the Library Pavilion.
“Heaven nourishes all things to sustain man, yet man harms all things against heaven—kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!” Ning Xuan snapped.
Being handsome isn’t a crime—people like me, living low-key lives, are the real role models. But showing off everywhere? That’s the problem—like this guy grinning beside me.
“Heh, didn’t expect you to have some learning in you,” Feng Xuanyi’s eyes flickered with something unusual. He paused, raised a brow, then smiled even more teasingly. “But why are you reciting the Seven Kill Stele Inscription out of nowhere?”
Damn! This isn’t just “some learning”—the knowledge in my head flows like a mighty river! I could drown you in both your past and present lives if I wanted!
Ning Xuan couldn’t be bothered to answer. Thinking about how the entire table of food had been ruined by his earlier spray, he felt it was such a waste.
A shadow fell over him. Instinctively, Ning Xuan shut his eyes. Warmth touched his eyelids. When he opened them, he saw Feng Xuanyi’s wicked grin and began trembling with anger. “You—you!”
“Looks like you’re full—your glare’s got plenty of strength,” Feng Xuanyi said casually, changing the subject.
Damn it! Is his brain filled with nothing but food, drink, and… that kind of stuff?! Kissing all day long—my first, second, and third kisses all got stolen by a man, and the worst part is it’s the same man every time! Even if this world treats that kind of thing as refined, accepting it and having to experience it myself are two completely different things!
Ning Xuan tried to dodge, but Feng Xuanyi pulled him back into another tight embrace. The difference in strength left Ning Xuan’s face twitching helplessly. Leaning close to his ear, Feng Xuanyi smiled with a dangerously alluring charm, like a devil tempting others into ruin.
Does this guy have demon wings hidden behind his back or something…?
“In truth, you don’t really resist it, do you?” Feng Xuanyi buried his face at Ning Xuan’s neck, chuckling softly. Warm, damp breath brushed against his pale skin, making Ning Xuan shiver before a flush spread across him again.
“Who says that?!” Ning Xuan tried to argue, but was cut off once more.
“This morning, didn’t you enjoy it quite a bit? Just a kiss made you go that soft—if it were more…” Feng Xuanyi deliberately dragged out his words, his gaze lingering over Ning Xuan’s flushed cheek and the elegant line of his neck. One arm held him firmly in place, while the other slowly slid downward, stopping at his waist.
Just holding him like this was already enough to make Feng Xuanyi restless. He could vividly recall the smooth, jade-like skin beneath his hands that morning—the beautiful face flushed red, the misty, unfocused eyes—making him want to thoroughly ravage him.
Even if Ning Xuan had never experienced such things himself, he had at least seen enough to understand. Such blatant implications were impossible to miss. Unexpectedly, he suddenly exerted force and actually broke free from Feng Xuanyi’s hold. Overjoyed, he scrambled to escape—
Yes! Freedom!
—but reality quickly reasserted itself.
In an instant, Feng Xuanyi caught the flailing Ning Xuan like a cat, twisting both his arms behind his back with one hand. Using the forward momentum and his advantage in height and build, he pressed Ning Xuan firmly against the wall, leaving him unable to move.
Just as Ning Xuan was about to cry out, a hand clamped over his mouth. He struggled, trying to create space for escape—but when he heard a low, restrained groan by his ear and felt the unmistakable firmness pressing against his waist, his body froze. Instinctively, he tensed, not daring to move at all.
“Hah…” Feng Xuanyi chuckled. “No need to be so eager to provoke me. If you want it, I’ll give it to you.”
What part of this looks like I’m provoking you?! This is self-defense, okay?! You’re the one invading my space—am I not allowed to resist?!
Ning Xuan was panicking internally, but outwardly he was sweating coldly. Though clearly the victim, though he could rightfully accuse him of harassment, in this feudal world he could only bow his head and act submissive, forcing a smile as he negotiated, “How about you let me go first? If you have any needs, you can handle them yourself—self-sufficiency is best. I can step out and give you privacy, I promise not to peek, and I absolutely won’t spread anything that could damage Your Highness’s reputation. If that’s not enough, I can go fetch a young master or a consort for you right now—I’m fast, I’ll be back in no time, won’t delay your important matters!”
Damn it… I sound like such a bootlicker… but what choice do I have?!
Even so, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: “When people are well-fed, they think of lust”… the ancients really weren’t wrong.
With his mouth covered, Ning Xuan couldn’t speak clearly. He could only stiffen his body, turn his head slightly, and try to convey through his eager, ingratiating gaze his sincere desire to help solve his master’s “troubles”—as long as his role was limited to running errands, and anything more… could be left to the others.
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