Chapter 24
Hearing the slight sobbing in Murong Qiufeng’s voice, Shangguan Ye couldn’t stay angry. He sighed, channeling his internal energy to cool his body, which gradually turned icy cold. This transformation was taxing, but he couldn’t bear to see the little one in his arms suffer.
Shangguan Ye suddenly thought that perhaps in the future, it wouldn’t be him having complete control over this little guy, but rather being entirely captivated by him. Surprisingly, this thought brought not a hint of displeasure but a bit of anticipation.
The cool temperature made Murong Qiufeng stop struggling. Discovering the new sensation, he snuggled closer, wrapping his arms around Shangguan Ye’s neck and burying his face into it, occasionally letting out contented moans.
Shangguan Ye felt like his body was caught between ice and fire, his mouth dry, and an itch in his heart as if a thousand ants were crawling. Unable to endure it, he tightened his hold on Murong Qiufeng’s waist, his hand instinctively squeezing.
The saying that men think with their lower halves isn’t an exaggeration, especially when emotions are involved, and even more so when facing someone they desire.
But just as Shangguan Ye was battling with himself, the oblivious Murong Qiufeng abandoned the warm neck he had been nuzzling and started to pull at Shangguan Ye’s clothing, seeking other parts to warm himself against.
Murong Qiufeng’s actions broke the last thread of Shangguan Ye’s restraint. Unable to hold back any longer, he decided it was now or never.
The sound of porcelain breaking filled the room as the bowl of hangover soup was thrown to the ground.
Shangguan Ye grasped Murong Qiufeng’s chin, lifting his face and pressing their lips together…
Half an hour later, a gentle knock came at the door.
“Enter,” Shangguan Ye called, not getting up, supporting his head with his arm as he lay on his side, watching the peacefully sleeping Murong Qiufeng. His face still bore a captivating blush, tempting Shangguan Ye to bite. His fingers traced over the marks on Murong Qiufeng’s shoulders, the deepening hues of the love bites darkening his gaze.
Servants entered quietly, heads bowed, efficiently setting up the bath behind the screen before hurrying out. They could guess what had transpired from the room’s atmosphere, wondering if the mansion might soon have a new master, albeit one of an unexpected gender.
Shangguan Ye gazed at the delicate figure in his arms, reluctant to let go. Seeing him sleep so soundly, he didn’t want to wake him. Rising from the bed, he walked lightly to the bath, taking warm water to gently clean Murong Qiufeng’s body.
Looking at the array of marks, he felt immensely pleased. Tonight had been an unexpected delight. Although they hadn’t gone all the way, with one party being completely unaware, the day when they would finally unite didn’t seem far off. Especially after tonight, he was looking forward to it more than ever, wishing he could devour this little guy right now.
While the enjoyment was undeniable, dealing with the aftermath was tricky. He pondered how to explain the marks when Murong Qiufeng awoke. This required careful consideration.
“Your Highness,” Yang Bo’s voice came from outside.
Shangguan Ye frowned, glancing at the person in bed, gently covering him with the quilt and lowering the bed curtain. He walked to the door and opened it. “What is it?”
“The Prime Minister’s mansion sent someone looking for him.”
“Tell them their young master is drunk and has fallen asleep. He will rest here tonight, and I will escort him back to the Prime Minister’s mansion tomorrow.”
“Yes.” Yang Bo nodded and turned to leave but then stopped, looking at Shangguan Ye. “Your Highness, do you plan to relocate tonight?” His eyes hinted at a teasing smile, particularly at the red marks on Shangguan Ye’s chest.
Shangguan Ye caught the teasing in Yang Bo’s look and raised an eyebrow. “No need.” He then closed the door.
As a result, he spent most of the night in the bath, accompanied by the cold water.