Chapter 26: The Harmless Princess Consort of Beiyang Versus the Beiyang Prince Who Maims His Own Siblings 26

Wen Yurou’s tone was soft, like a feather brushing against the heart, leaving a tingling, numbing sensation in its wake.

Xiao Zexuan’s lips curled upward. He reached out to stroke her smooth, silken hair and said gently, "Is this you feeling sorry for me?"

Wen Yurou’s earlobes turned bright red in an instant. She gave a light huff, turned her head away awkwardly, and muttered under her breath, "Of course, you are my husband~"

Her tone was coquettish and intimate, making Xiao Zexuan’s heart melt. His pulse quickened, and he wore a satisfied smile.

"Since the Princess feels sorry for me, then give me a kiss first, and I will consider not returning to the manor just yet."

As he spoke, he pulled her into his embrace. "I wasn't there last night; did you miss me?"

Wen Yurou flushed, turned back, and gave him a playful, indignant glare. "I slept in a big bed all by myself; it was incredibly comfortable!"

"You didn't miss me? Yet every night when you fall asleep in my arms, you refuse to let go!"

"Hmph..."

Xiao Zexuan’s hold on her waist tightened, as if he longed to knead her into his very bones and blood. "You... your mouth is tougher than I am..."

A rosy glow bloomed on Wen Yurou’s face. She bit her lower lip, remaining silent, her breath growing shallow. Xiao Zexuan watched her flushed cheeks, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

The next second.

"My Lord... let’s head back to the manor early. Mother will be worried if we’re late..."

She broke free from his embrace, raised a hand to cover her cheeks, and said, "I’m hungry..."

Xiao Zexuan: "..."

He looked at her fair cheeks, wondering why this girl was intentionally avoiding him. She was usually so proactive, yet today she was shying away! Had they grown distant after just one night? Absolutely not! He had to win back his clingy little beauty, or he would feel a hollow ache in his heart.

Xiao Zexuan caught her wrist, pulled her back into his arms, and kissed her lips.

"Mmph..."

Caught off guard, Wen Yurou hadn't even had time to react.

"Be good, it will be quick. It will be over in a moment!"

He moved his thin lips to her ear, whispering, "I’ll just pretend that you kissed me voluntarily..."

Wen Yurou’s face was burning, her ears hot to the touch, and she turned her head away to dodge him. She knew that was her sensitive spot, yet he was blowing air there on purpose. Seeing her evasive movements, Xiao Zexuan’s eyes were filled with infinite doting. What a troublesome little temptress!

"Alright! Stop it. If my clothes get messy, it will be hard to fix later," Wen Yurou said, trying to push him away.

"Be good, just one hug..." Xiao Zexuan tightened his arms around her waist, holding her closer.

"Stop it, we’re still in the carriage!"

Wen Yurou protested, trying to pull at his arms, but Xiao Zexuan refused to let go.

"If you keep acting up, I’m going to jump out of the carriage..."

"Held so tightly by me, you won't have the chance!" Xiao Zexuan said with a laugh.

"You..."

"It’s not like we haven't kissed before. Why don't you be a little more proactive and kiss me?"

Xiao Zexuan leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her cheek, ticklish and warm. Provoked by him, Wen Yurou’s heart raced. She clutched the fabric of his chest, her eyes misty as she looked at him. "Y-you, let go of me first..."

She felt completely restless. What was wrong with this man? Was he jealous? Jealous of whom? She hadn't even been in contact with anyone else!

Watching her shy expression, Xiao Zexuan felt as if his heart were ablaze; there was no way he would let go.

"No!"

"Don't..."

His voice dropped, growing hoarse as he kissed her forehead.

"You really don't want to?"

"W-what are you doing..." Wen Yurou was panicked and hurriedly called for him to stop. "If you don't let go, I’m going to be crushed to death!"

She was flushed from the heat radiating from him and turned her head to dodge, but her resistance only fanned the flames of his desire. His large hand tightened around her slender waist, and his burning chest pressed against her, making her feel as if she were about to combust.

"We’re in the carriage... y-you can't do this..."

Wen Yurou felt uncomfortable from his heat and braced her hands against his chest, pushing slightly. Xiao Zexuan stared intently at her crimson face and said in a low, heavy voice, "Then how does my Rou'er like me to be..."

Before he even finished speaking, he leaned in toward her.

"I—"

Before Wen Yurou could finish her sentence, he blocked her lips. His long, fair fingers pressed against the back of her head, his lips moving rhythmically, prying open her teeth and tongue. It was a storm of a kiss that left her breathless.

As the world blurred around them, Xiao Zexuan felt the breathing of the woman in his arms grow faint. Knowing she would suffocate if he continued, he forced himself to pull away.

The next moment, Wen Yurou braced her hands on his chest, coughing continuously. Before her breath had even steadied, she heard him whisper in her ear, "Tonight, your husband will make sure to keep you company..."

"You scoundrel, you..." Wen Yurou chided coquettishly.

What a jerk!

This guy was definitely doing it on purpose. He knew she would be shy, which was exactly why he was acting so brazenly. At that moment, the voice of 027 rang out again: [Change in favorability detected. Current favorability: 45 percent.]

Wen Yurou was stunned. Her favorability could increase just like that?! So that was what it meant to stop at nothing!

Seeing her flushed face and alluring eyes, Xiao Zexuan’s heart nearly melted. He cradled her face and kissed her fiercely a few more times. Only when their breathing was thoroughly intertwined did they finally stop.

Wen Yurou lowered her head, her ears burning red, and tested him intentionally: "Don't... don't be so handsy..."

Hearing this, a flicker of dark intent flashed in Xiao Zexuan’s eyes. He asked deliberately, "Why? You don't like it, hmm?"

Hearing the rising lilt in his voice, Wen Yurou’s face flushed again, and she was so flustered she didn't know how to respond. She couldn't very well admit she was afraid of losing control and pouncing on him!

"Hmm?"

"...Who said I don't like it!" Wen Yurou retorted.

The next second, she realized she had fallen into a trap. The man’s fingertips brushed her cheek, his voice hoarse and bewitching.

"Since you like it, shall we kiss some more?"

With that, he leaned in again. Even though he felt a bit like a beast, he couldn't help himself—he just wanted to kiss her. Wen Yurou tried to dodge, but he pursued her. Finally, she just sat with her back to him.

He took the opportunity to embrace her, pulling her entire body into his arms. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her fragrance, his voice growing incredibly hoarse and tender. "Rou'er, are you angry?"

"No!"

"Really not?"

"No!"

"Mm, I believe you!" Xiao Zexuan gently stroked her smooth hair, a faint smile playing on his lips. "If you are truly angry, just hit me to vent your frustration!"

"I would never!"

"My Rou'er is truly the one who feels for me."

"..."

This guy must have taken some lessons behind her back; why was he being so cheesy? No, if the fire were really stoked, she would be the one at a disadvantage. She would deal with him tonight; in any case, she absolutely would not be the one to initiate anything right now.

Playing hard to get... this must be what it's like, right?!