Futile Devices Scans

Ning Xuan was so angry and embarrassed he wanted to pound the bed.

“Damn it, are you seriously thinking with nothing but lust in your head?! You can actually do something like this?!!” Gathering all his strength, Ning Xuan suddenly kicked and twisted free. With one sharp burst of force, he finally escaped the “demonic claws.” Straightening his back angrily, he suddenly realized something and immediately hunched over again like a shrimp. Whether from anger, embarrassment, or simply being unable to breathe properly in that posture, his fair skin—smooth as fine porcelain—was flushed pink as he shouted with full force and righteous indignation.

Feng Xuanyi casually dug at his ear as though Ning Xuan were making a fuss over nothing. He shifted into a more comfortable position, tilted his head, and looked over with exaggerated surprise. “Didn’t you say you were experienced? How have you never even tried something this simple?”

Ning Xuan gritted his teeth in frustration, hating himself for pretending to be worldly in front of someone so immersed in pleasure and indulgence. Now he was suffering the consequences. And the other man was speaking so matter-of-factly, even evaluating his reactions like he was savoring the experience. Heaven knew if he was about to deliver a full testimony next.

“Besides, I didn’t even really do anything,” Feng Xuanyi said, apparently feeling wronged as he looked at Ning Xuan’s expression—as though he had murdered his parents and violated his entire family. “It was only—”

“Stop!!!” Ning Xuan hurriedly cut him off. He truly could not bear hearing those vividly descriptive bedroom terms come out of that handsome, upright-looking face. To preserve the last fragile illusion of noble royal dignity in his mind, he quickly stopped him from continuing.

Rolling and scrambling off the couch, Ning Xuan bared his teeth in pain. Originally he had only wanted to climb down discreetly, get dressed, and leave, but some unknown object conveniently tripped him and sent him tumbling down in full dramatic fashion.

“You really understand propriety. Even at a time like this, you still remember decorum. Much better than those spoiled favorites,” Feng Xuanyi said, suppressing laughter as he watched Ning Xuan sitting on the floor in pain. His tone sounded completely serious. “Though you don’t need to cover yourself up. Is there anywhere I haven’t already seen?”

Damn it! Listen to that! Is that something a human being says?!

Sitting on the floor, Ning Xuan stubbornly tugged at his thoroughly disheveled clothes with one hand while rubbing the knee that had slammed directly into the ground with the other. He huffed angrily under his breath, eyes wide and glaring. If looks could kill, Feng Xuanyi would have died countless times already.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Completely unconcerned by Ning Xuan’s furious glare, Feng Xuanyi smiled with unusual restraint. His gaze drifted meaningfully over Ning Xuan’s exposed long pale legs, making Ning Xuan shiver. “Though I wouldn’t mind having you again… can you still handle it?”

Damn it. When a man is asked whether he can “handle it,” ten out of ten men would stubbornly prove themselves no matter what. But when another man—one who clearly had indecent intentions and had already acted on them—asked that question, it was better to honestly admit defeat.

Ning Xuan said nothing. Trembling, he turned his head away, eyes red like an aggrieved rabbit. Pulling on his inner pants and outer clothes in a panic, he clutched the rest of his garments and bolted, terrified that if he stayed one second longer, someone’s beastly instincts would flare up again.

Watching Ning Xuan disappear in a puff of smoke—looking as though he wished he could sprout wings and flee faster—Feng Xuanyi let out a soft laugh. It was light, faint, almost imperceptible. Yet the curve of his lips, the smile in his eyes, and the sudden softness in features usually so cold and sharp all bore witness to it.

Hearing Ning Xuan speak so casually and familiarly about matters of passion had strangely irritated him. Watching him tremble and lose himself from the simplest touch had unexpectedly pleased him. Seeing him act like a frightened animal—baring claws and teeth but ultimately unable to truly protest—had seemed unbearably adorable. That was why he had lost control enough to go this far. That was why, seeing Ning Xuan flee in such a hurry, he had mischievously tripped him.

This person kept making him unable to restrain his true thoughts. Kept making him want to do this and that—just to see more expressions from him. Domineering ones. Angry ones. Cute ones. Wild ones…

The smile at the corners of his lips grew wider and wider. Perhaps this unexpected development had come too suddenly, yet the feeling was remarkably pleasant. At least Ning Xuan was not afraid of him. At least in front of him, he did not need to suppress himself. Thinking this, Feng Xuanyi’s brows drew together slightly. Concealing one’s emotions was an essential trait for a ruler, for someone fighting over power and authority. Yet here he was, losing control of himself in front of one person…

Then his brows relaxed again. Who knew how long this interest would last anyway? Life was meant to be enjoyed while one still could.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ning Xuan stumbled and scrambled his way out in a panic. Upon reaching the central hall, he abruptly slammed on the brakes and hurriedly fixed his clothes with both hands before finally emerging in proper order.

The sun was setting in the west, the lingering golden glow scattering across the courtyard in a hazy shimmer. From afar, even the gates seemed outlined in gold. Truly, the sunset was breathtakingly beautiful.

Ning Xuan had barely stepped outside before he could even use the gorgeous dusk to soothe his frustrated mood when he crashed headfirst into someone hurrying toward him. With a loud thump, he landed on the ground.

Ning Xuan sighed, silently lamenting how he had ignored Yi Xuan earlier at noon when the other had fallen at his feet. Now karma had come back at lightning speed.

Looking up, he met the equally bewildered gaze of Yi Shu, who had fortunately managed to stop himself thanks to Yi Guang behind him. Seeing the lantern in Yi Shu’s hand and the fire starter in the other, Ning Xuan belatedly realized that this single dinner had lasted all the way until lantern-lighting time. He became even more grateful that he had escaped when he did—otherwise Yi Shu would have walked in while he was in such a humiliating state.

Rubbing his sore backside as he stood up, wincing in pain, Ning Xuan still smiled sincerely and greeted him, “Brother Yi Shu.”

Though he had inexplicably been transferred to serve at the prince’s side by that eccentric prince, and although everyone’s status was technically equal now, Ning Xuan figured that being sweet-tongued and respectful toward the “veterans” who had served beside Feng Xuanyi for years could never hurt.

Seeing Ning Xuan come out, Yi Shu froze briefly before smiling and asking, “Has Master finished dinner?”

Ning Xuan nodded. “Finished.”

“Then… can we light the lanterns now?” Yi Shu continued.

Ning Xuan nodded again, inwardly wondering why he was even being asked. Wasn’t this just something done automatically at this hour?

Yi Shu smiled faintly and continued, “Well, Master seemed to be in a bad mood today. Since you were serving inside, you’d know more than us. Better for us not to barge in carelessly and end up suffering for it. If Master doesn’t summon us, we have to stay cautious.”

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