Ye Qingcheng had not yet responded when San San first started to stir in her mind: "Oh ho ho ho ho ho. I knew this wasn't just my wish." The commotion forced Ye Qingcheng to clutch her head, exclaiming, "Shut up, you're too noisy!"
Seeing her hold her head, Xiao Wangye mistook it for discomfort. However, when he heard her "tell herself" to shut up, his hopeful heart was brutally stabbed. He asked with a dejected tone, his voice hoarser than ever, "Do you… really hate me?" His heart was not only filled with suppressed disappointment but also anger.
Ye Qingcheng held her forehead, mentally scolding San San, "You are truly a great assistant; besides causing trouble, you can't do anything else."
She grabbed Xiao Wangye's hand as he was about to leave. Seeing his eyes shift from disappointment to shock, she began to explain, "I wasn't talking about you. I was just… just, ugh, you probably wouldn't believe me if I told you, and I can't tell you. Anyway, you have to believe me, I don't hate you." This is so troublesome. I can't tell him the truth directly. I wonder if he'll believe me.
The parched earth, at her simple statement of "don't hate," began to sprout a spring. "Doesn't 'don't hate' mean 'like'?" he softly asked the question that had mattered most to him from the very beginning. The correct answer was Ye Qingcheng's pass to remain by Xiao Wangye's side, to indulge all her whims.
In the room where only the two of them were present, with them so close, Ye Qingcheng naturally heard what Xiao Wangye said. It felt like being trapped in a dead end again; she didn't know whether to speak the answer to this question.
Silence. She heard someone walking outside the room, vaguely the distant barking of dogs. Yet, she couldn't hear the familiar voice speak the answer she longed to hear. Xiao Wangye gave a bitter smile, thinking she would at least offer a perfunctory response, but instead, she met him with silence.
Even so, he couldn't bear to see her distressed. "It's alright, perhaps I haven't done enough." He held her hand tightly, afraid she might leave. How could he possibly blame you when you are like this? With his other hand, he fully grasped her slightly trembling one, tenderly comforting her, "Can you tell me the answer later? You know which answer I want to hear. I will perform well, won't I?"
Ye Qingcheng looked at the man before her. He was the most powerful man of this era, the God of War in this dynasty, the regent prince admired by all, the hope of everyone. Now, he was so charmingly devout before her, with promises spoken only for her. How many times had it been? She couldn't remember. Each time, the promises were so sincere.
Ye Qingcheng reached out with her other hand and caressed his, giving her first answer: "I believe you." But I don't know how much longer I can accompany you.
Following her heart, she took the initiative to kiss Xiao Wangye's lips. He froze for a second, seeing Ye Qingcheng suddenly loom larger before him.
What was she doing? She… she was kissing me. It was the first time. The first time she initiated a kiss. Soon, Xiao Wangye took the lead, holding her head to prevent her from pulling away, deepening the kiss.
Following her heart felt like walking into a garden full of flowers, so warm. Ye Qingcheng also reciprocated his affection.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Qingcheng's tongue became numb, her fingertips tingling. She patted Xiao Wangye's shoulder, signaling him to stop.
A "smack" sound, quite noticeable in the darkness. It was even accompanied by a silver thread.
Both instantly blushed. Foreheads touching, they were still panting.
The sensation was so wondrous that Xiao Wangye couldn't bear to stop, wanting to go further. Not in a hurry, taking it slow, he wanted Qingcheng to take the initiative.
His voice was even more hoarse than before, "Can we do this every day from now on?" The lingering kiss was a low, sexy temptation to Ye Qingcheng.
Ye Qingcheng looked at the man before her. The noble regent prince was bowing to her. She could say no to him.
"Okay." Her answer was followed by a second kiss.
This time, Xiao Wangye also followed his heart, wanting more. He moved downwards, towards her slender and delicate neck, her exquisite collarbone. All of it belonged to him alone.
Affection that needed no words became an accelerant between them. The distant dog barks started up again. The candles in the room had burned out, and the sounds that made one's ears and face red had just begun. Everything was so natural, the process of their love a bittersweet beauty. It was also a joyous embrace of each other.
In the morning, sunlight streamed into the room still filled with an amorous atmosphere. A jade hand emerged from beneath the red bed curtains. The fair skin was marked with an ambiguous redness, revealing the "perpetrator's" frenzy.
"It's morning. No, stop, stop." Her voice was hoarse, fragmented.
"Soon. Today, we will definitely go." The jade hand was pulled back by Xiao Wangye, his marks once again imprinted upon it.
Bi Xi, who was about to knock, was rendered speechless by the sounds from within. Fortunately, she hadn't foolishly knocked, or the prince would have had her beaten to death on the spot. Covering her red face, she ran to prepare hot water. "It seems I'll be taking care of the young prince soon." Heh heh heh, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Another hour passed before Xiao Wangye finally ceased his "evil deeds." Ye Qingcheng forcefully pushed away the large canine clinging to her and sat up shakily, holding her waist.
"Hiss." The soreness was no less than running with a fifty-kilogram weight. She was still limping. If her legs were better, would he still be here? Ye Qingcheng felt a bit sorry for her waist.
Xiao Wangye looked at her beautiful back. The butterfly marks on her shoulder blades were from his biting during their second round last night. The handprints on her waist were left when she couldn't bear it any longer. Her buttocks had also not escaped his claws. There was also a trail of love bites on her neck, and his masterpiece was also behind her ear.
Xiao Wangye was extremely satisfied. The current Ye Qingcheng was entirely permeated with his scent. He embraced her from behind, his mouth still lingering.
"That's enough. Aren't you afraid of dying from exhaustion?" She pushed away the large canine clinging to her, but it wouldn't budge. The pain in her neck became even more pronounced.
"What do you mean, dying from exhaustion? I call this dying under the peony, a romantic ghost." He stuck out his tongue and circled the hollow of her collarbone.
"If you don't stop now, I swear you won't be able to touch me for a month." In desperation, she had to use her ultimate weapon.
Xiao Wangye visibly froze. Ye Qingcheng seized the opportunity to push him away, grab her outer jacket, and put it on, grumbling all the way. Like a scumbag, she walked towards the door without looking back.
"Bi Xi, prepare the hot water."
"Yes, Miss. It's ready," Bi Xi replied immediately upon hearing her young lady's voice, thinking she didn't expect her lady to get up until noon.
"Good, I'll walk over in a bit."
Looking at the elaborately carved bed, she inwardly cried out: Beauty is misleading! Beauty is misleading.