Chapter 46
Murong Qiufeng barely managed to steady himself before he was abruptly pulled by Shangguan Ye, his body pressed against the warm stone wall of the hot spring. A muffled groan escaped him as their lips met, forceful and wild.
Murong Qiufeng’s eyes widened in shock. His mind went blank as a sharp jolt of sensation coursed through his body, centering on the rough yet electrifying touch of Shangguan Ye’s mouth against his. The friction was almost unbearable, his lips bruised from the pressure of teeth scraping against them.
His heart pounded furiously, as if it would leap out of his chest. The strange sensation in his chest jolted him back to his senses. He quickly pushed Shangguan Ye away with all his might, grabbing his collar and shouting in anger, “Shangguan Ye, look closely, I’m not—”
Before he could finish, Shangguan Ye’s other hand grabbed his wrists, pinning them against the wall, and silenced him once more with a kiss, biting down lightly, “Tsk, so disobedient.”
Murong Qiufeng stared at him in disbelief, his body trembling before going rigid, momentarily forgetting to resist.
“No… stop,” he gasped, his voice betraying his confusion and fear as he looked at Shangguan Ye, whose eyes were now dangerously narrowed. To his horror, he felt a response in his own body, something he never imagined would happen between two men.
Panicking, Murong Qiufeng shoved Shangguan Ye away and turned to flee, not noticing that Shangguan Ye’s previously dazed eyes had cleared, now filled with surprise and a hint of delight.
Shangguan Ye had been drunk and unaware before, but now he was fully conscious, brought back to reality by the pain of his reopened wound. Yet, he couldn’t care less about the injury. He had seen every expression, every emotion on Murong Qiufeng’s face, and he understood what it meant—no rejection, no disgust, only panic. That told him all he needed to know.
If this was a game, Shangguan Ye decided to play it to the end. He saw this as a perfect opportunity, a turning point. He shifted slightly, reaching out to grab Murong Qiufeng again.
Just as Murong Qiufeng was about to leave, he felt a pair of strong arms encircle his waist, pulling him back against the warm body behind him. His back pressed against a heated chest, the rapid heartbeat of the man behind him pounding against his own.
“Where do you think you’re going, little one?” A deep voice whispered in his ear, followed by a deliberate brush against his earlobe, then the warmth of a mouth closing over it.
Murong Qiufeng’s body stiffened once more before he began to struggle. “Shangguan Ye, get a grip! I’m Murong Qiufeng, a man, not a woman!”
But the man behind him wasn’t listening. His hands moved swiftly, tearing at Murong Qiufeng’s clothes.
Overwhelmed by shame and anger, Murong Qiufeng threw an elbow backward, hitting Shangguan Ye hard.
He heard a pained grunt behind him.
Taking advantage of the moment, Murong Qiufeng scrambled away, grabbing his robe from the ground and fleeing the hot spring. He retreated to his room, shutting himself in.
Back at the hot spring, Shangguan Ye clutched his chest, coughing a few times. “He didn’t hold back,” he thought with a wry smile.
However…
Recalling the vivid scene from moments ago, Shangguan Ye couldn’t help but think that enjoying someone’s company while fully conscious was much more satisfying. No, it was delicious. He smacked his lips, his smile broadening with a sense of triumph.
Murong Qiufeng’s reaction had completely taken him by surprise. Normally, someone as skilled in martial arts as Murong Qiufeng would have either knocked him out cold or immediately escaped from such a situation.
“Heh…”
“Your Highness, you’re awake,” Yang Bo entered with a knowing smile, having just seen Murong Qiufeng rush into his room like a whirlwind. It was clear the prince had been up to no good.
“Yes, Yang Bo, bring some ginger tea to Feng. And don’t let him suspect anything,” Shangguan Ye ordered, his mood evidently good as he casually discarded his clothes and settled back into the hot spring.
Murong Qiufeng returned to his room, still dripping wet, and immediately burrowed under the covers. The sensations in his body hadn’t subsided, leaving him in a state of turmoil.
He didn’t dare touch any part of his body, as the lingering feelings overwhelmed his senses. All he could do was repeatedly recite a calming mantra in his mind.
After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock at the door. He froze, his heart pounding once more as the sensations he’d tried to suppress began to resurface.
Fortunately, the voice outside was Yang Bo’s.
“Young Master, I heard you got soaked earlier. It’s cold at night; please drink some ginger tea before you rest.”
Murong Qiufeng felt like his entire body was on fire—cold was the last thing he was concerned about. He had no desire to see anyone at that moment. “No need, I’ve already gone to bed. It’s nothing serious. How is the prince?”
“Oh, the prince has gone to sleep as well,” Yang Bo replied.
Murong Qiufeng was startled. “The prince sobered up already?”
“No, he fainted when his wound reopened, but it’s nothing serious. The doctor has seen to him, and he’ll be fine after some rest.”
“Wounded? What wound? What happened?” Murong Qiufeng asked, surprised that he hadn’t noticed it earlier.
“Nothing for you to worry about, Young Master. Just a minor injury from today’s hunt. Now, don’t let me disturb your rest any further. I’ll take my leave.” Yang Bo’s tone was casual as he departed.
Murong Qiufeng furrowed his brow, worry gnawing at him. He wanted to check on the prince but was too afraid to go.