Her form was embraced, and Feng Yinwan instinctively resisted, but the hand encircling her waist was as hard as iron tongs. No matter how she struggled, there was no loosening.
The wine jars on the ground were scattered, and in the darkness, a sudden kick connected. Feng Yinwan’s pretty face sank, and she spoke coldly.
"Let go."
She didn't know how much Ye Tinglan had drunk, but this man always liked to hide his emotions. He must have been drunk to the point of being incoherent to be so unrestrained.
Even though he was drunk as a puddle of mud, she wondered where he got such strength.
Frowning, she struggled a couple more times, but his long arms tightened even more stubbornly. Feng Yinwan was impatient and was about to make a move when a voice with a hint of wine breath sounded by her neck.
"Don't push me away, and don't speak."
He didn't want to hear those words. He just wanted her to stay quietly here, and that was enough.
The wine took effect, and Ye Tinglan's consciousness was a little hazy, but the long-lost warmth in his arms became clear at this moment, extremely gentle, yet it felt like it could burn into his heart if he touched it.
His body was burning.
Sensing this anomaly keenly, Feng Yinwan’s brow furrowed slightly, and she turned her head to look.
"You…"
Before the question could be spoken, her chin was roughly grasped, and the weight pressing on her lips was too sudden and domineering, making her freeze.
His scorching breath brushed against her nose, and her lips were captured. Feng Yinwan's mind went blank for a moment. When she regained her senses and tried to push him away, Ye Tinglan pulled her into his embrace even more forcefully.
His hot palms pressed against the small of her back, caressing gently. The movement was lingering and restrained, yet it felt as if he wanted to melt her into his bones.
Feng Yinwan was forced to endure. As their breaths intertwined, she realized that Ye Tinglan's body, which was astonishingly hot, was trembling slightly.
Her long lashes fluttered and intertwined, as if she were afraid.
The moment this thought surfaced, the pressure on her lips loosened for a moment. Feng Yinwan was still stunned when she heard his voice by her ear again, with a hint of timidness bordering on begging.
"Don't say it. I... won't ask you."
He used to want to investigate the truth, but after she set fire to the prince's mansion and faked her death at Wuxi Pavilion, he suddenly realized that those so-called truths were not worth mentioning compared to her. All he wanted was her.
Perhaps heaven took pity on them, and by chance, they met again. If not revealing it would allow her to stay by his side, then he was willing to continue like this...
As long as she didn't disappear again.
The absurd idea in her mind seemed to be confirmed, and Feng Yinwan was stunned by his words, her body stiffening instantly.
He was indeed afraid?
It was she who had her identity revealed, yet it was Ye Tinglan who was now avoiding facing it.
She had never imagined such a situation.
Ye Tinglan rested his chin on her shoulder, his hot breath spewing out onto her neck and shoulders. Feng Yinwan’s heart stirred slightly, and she raised her hand to push him away.
"You have a fever."
The moment she spoke, a faint smell of blood entered her nostrils. Feng Yinwan looked and realized that the wound on his shoulder from earlier that day had not yet been treated.
He didn't bandage his wound and drank so immoderately, no wonder it became inflamed and caused a high fever.
He had probably been delirious from the fever earlier.
With the peculiar situation explained, she didn't intend to dwell on it any longer, but for some reason, Ye Tinglan, who had been holding her so strongly moments ago, now collapsed backward with a soft, limp movement when she gently pushed him.
Feng Yinwan was slightly stunned by this, but because there was a sharp-cornered shelf behind him, she couldn't let him fall. She had to reach out and pull him back.
This time, Ye Tinglan fainted, and his entire weight landed heavily on her, causing her to stagger and nearly fall with him.
Gritting her teeth, she straightened up and, with great effort, helped him back onto the bed.
The room was completely dark, and the light towards the bed was very dim. Feng Yinwan stumbled along, with a burden on her shoulder, and she didn't know how many times she had bumped into tables and chairs.
In a fit of anger, she directly let go and threw him onto the ground, then turned and walked out.
She knew it! Inviting her here was definitely going to bring trouble! She shouldn't have been soft-hearted and agreed to Qi Xuan earlier!
As soon as she stepped out, she saw Qi Xuan still guarding outside. Feng Yinwan glared at him with an unfriendly expression and said coldly.
"His wound is inflamed and he has a high fever and fainted. Find the imperial physician to examine him."
After she finished speaking, she was about to walk away, but after two steps, Qi Xuan caught up again.
"I implore the concubine to visit the prince more often in the coming days."
Feng Yinwan's steps halted. She turned to look at him, almost choking with laughter. "Qi Xuan, don't push your luck too far!"
If it weren't for his earnest plea today, she wouldn't have come at all. And now he was saying what? For her to visit more often?
Why didn't he just ask her to move in?!
It was utterly unreasonable!
Feng Yinwan was extremely displeased, but Qi Xuan seemed to ignore her. He bowed and knelt before her again.
"I implore the concubine."
Feng Yinwan was so angry she felt stifled. After taking a few deep breaths, she gritted her teeth.
"I am not your master, and I cannot accept such a grand gesture. Also, if you want him to continue having a high fever, you can keep kneeling here!"
After she spoke, she strode out of the courtyard. Behind her, the bedroom door remained ominously ajar. Qi Xuan glanced back and finally stood up and retreated.