By reflex, Feng Xuanyi grabbed the leg that had kicked toward him. His scalp tingled slightly as he looked at the ankle now caught in his hand—if he hadn’t reacted quickly, he might have had to bid farewell to his manhood for the rest of his life.
His sharp eyes narrowed, his brows drawing together slightly. The intense desire from before receded a little, replaced by a low voice tinged with anger. “What are you doing?”
What am I doing?! Ning Xuan cursed inwardly. Are you blind, or have you never opened your eyes at all? Others might be blinded by desire, but you—you’re completely consumed by it. And at your age already this desperate?
Of course, no matter how bold Ning Xuan was, he wouldn’t dare say that aloud. Not only would the consequences be disastrous, but half those expressions probably wouldn’t even make sense to the other man.
“Let go of me!” Ning Xuan tried to pull his leg back, wanting to escape the utterly exposed, sprawled-out position he was stuck in. But the difference in strength between them was overwhelming. His struggle, which took all his effort, looked to Feng Xuanyi like nothing more than a weak, wriggling motion—like an ant twitching.
Lowering his gaze, Ning Xuan saw himself—his clothes in disarray, his robe wide open, his chest marked with faint flushes. Below, though not as marked, it was no less indecent—his trousers half-pulled down, exposing pale thighs. His lifted hips pressed against the cool silk bedding, sending a chill through him. Worst of all, his own body was still half-aroused, as if eagerly responding.
Then he looked up—at the culprit responsible for all of this. Feng Xuanyi remained impeccably dressed, every sleeve and collar perfectly in place, fastened neatly without a single crease out of order. At most, the hem of his robe had shifted slightly due to kneeling, revealing a glimpse of the white undergarment beneath.
The more Ning Xuan looked, the more it irritated him. Why am I the one turned into this disheveled, indecent mess, while the real offender still looks so composed and dignified? I’m the victim here, okay?!
“And who do you think you’re speaking to?” Feng Xuanyi said, not angered but instead smiling faintly as he looked at Ning Xuan—disheveled, struggling, yet left only panting weakly where he lay.
Seriously? Pulling rank at a time like this?
Rolling his eyes in disdain, Ning Xuan forced himself to maintain a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant—though in truth it carried a hint of defiance. “The Fifth Prince, Prince Rong.”
Feng Xuanyi, who had never intended to use his status or position to pressure him and was already somewhat annoyed, saw Ning Xuan acting all careless and half-heartedly putting on a show of respect. The anger that had flared up vanished completely for no reason. He sighed helplessly—why was it so difficult to hear even a single sincere, genuine word from this person? Or perhaps this was exactly what made him so rare. Despite his low status, he remained neither servile nor overbearing; though he feigned respect, the defiance in his bones could never be concealed. Thinking back to their first meeting, the one who could throw him a cold face, refuse to buy into anything he said, and even dare to kick him so recklessly while on the bed—there was no second person besides Ning Xuan.
Looking at the person lying beneath him, clearly resisting yet still breathing unevenly, slightly panting—someone who wanted to glare angrily, yet whose eyes were still tinged with lingering heat and flushed at the corners, creating an ambiguous allure—Feng Xuanyi found his mood improving greatly, his playful side rising.
“I don’t see much resistance from you. Weren’t you crying out quite enthusiastically just now? And besides—” He leaned down close to Ning Xuan’s ear, lowering his voice, deliberately dragging out the last syllable in a way that sent chills down one’s spine. “You seem quite spirited.”
Following Feng Xuanyi’s teasing, half-smiling gaze downward, Ning Xuan saw his own body betraying his thoughts—his reaction unmistakable. He couldn’t help but feel both embarrassed and exasperated. He hurried to cover himself, but Feng Xuanyi lifted a hand to block him, the corners of his lips curling with mischief as he flicked lightly at the sensitive spot.
“Ah!” Ning Xuan gasped, his body trembling uncontrollably, glaring in both shame and anger at Feng Xuanyi, who looked utterly pleased with himself.
“That sounded quite nice. I wouldn’t mind if you were even louder, but—” His gaze drifted meaningfully toward the screen in the central hall. Ning Xuan shuddered instantly, understanding his implication. With so many people guarding outside, who knew if they had heard his earlier embarrassing sounds? Trying to recall what had happened while his mind had gone blank, he realized miserably that aside from the overwhelming sensations, he couldn’t even remember whether he had cried out, let alone how loudly—or whether anyone outside had heard it…
“Ah,” Feng Xuanyi suddenly sighed. Their close proximity meant his warm breath brushed directly against Ning Xuan’s sensitive ear, making him jolt as he tried to shrink away—only to fail due to the difference in strength, his face instantly flushing. “Compared to the mouth above, the one below is much more honest.”
Ning Xuan bristled. The more he listened, the more outrageous it sounded. If not for the setting, he might have thought this dignified-looking prince secretly had a very different profession.
Suddenly twisting his body, Ning Xuan managed to free himself from being toyed with. Red-eyed, he wanted to argue his case, but could only lower his voice: “I’m not frigid! What normal man wouldn’t react if someone kept touching him like that? If he didn’t, that’d be a problem!”
Watching the person in his arms like a puffed-up cat trying to defend his territory—yet utterly lacking the intimidation of a tiger—Feng Xuanyi struggled to hold back his laughter. Since when had someone like him, usually so calculating and unreadable, become so easily undone in front of this person?
Ning Xuan’s angry turn had freed himself, but he forgot that the one above him was hardly harmless. Exposing his entire smooth, pale back and the elegant curve of his waist and hips so recklessly was definitely not a wise move.
Feng Xuanyi took full advantage, wrapping an arm around Ning Xuan’s waist and lowering his head to leave warm, lingering kisses across his half-exposed back and shoulders.
Though the tingling sensation felt somewhat pleasant, it was nowhere near enough to make Ning Xuan forget how dangerous the person touching him was.
Feng Xuanyi bent one leg, pinning Ning Xuan’s between his own so he couldn’t close them, while one hand slid along the curve of his waist and hips, attempting to explore further.
“What exactly are you trying to do?!” Ning Xuan hissed angrily, his face flushed, the corners of his eyes reddened like a startled rabbit. He struggled to pull his clothes together to cover himself, only to find that the torn fabric was firmly pinned down, leaving no gap at all.
Hearing this, Feng Xuanyi showed no embarrassment, continuing his actions without pause. Even as his lips busied themselves, he still managed to say in a refined yet utterly infuriating tone: “To make both of us happy.”
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