Ling Qiyan's consciousness was unclear. He let out a whimper as he was kissed, making it convenient for Wen Ying's lips and tongue to invade.

A soft, wet tongue forcefully pushed into his mouth, first hooking his own for a round of sucking and biting. Ling Qiyan, who had never experienced this before, quickly couldn't hold up. He whimpered and shook his head, trying to struggle. Wen Ying used both his hands and feet to restrain his body, one hand pinching his jaw to make it easier to conquer his territory.

The most sensitive parts between his lips and teeth were licked by that mischievous tongue. Ling Qiyan couldn't bear it, saliva sliding down his chin, only to be licked clean by Wen Ying.

Ling Qiyan had only been wearing an inner robe, which had already been pushed wide open during the intense rubbing, revealing a large expanse of his fair chest.

Wen Ying's kisses moved downward, sliding across Ling Qiyan's long neck, then lightly biting his most sensitive collarbone. Hearing Ling Qiyan's panting grow louder, he didn't stop, finally taking one of the tremblingly erect nipples on his chest into his mouth. He caressed and teased it with the tip of his tongue, licking that spot wet, while his nimble fingers didn't forget to tend to the other side.

Ling Qiyan couldn't handle such stimulation. He subconsciously arched his back and moaned aloud.

Wen Ying's kisses continued to slide down, from his chest to his lower abdomen, leaving a trail of glistening wet marks.

After being teased by him for so long, Ling Qiyan's delicate shaft had already grown hard and swollen, pointing high. The tip oozed fluid, wetting his underpants.

Wen Ying helped him pull them off. Ling Qiyan obediently cooperated, and soon, his completely naked body was fully displayed before Wen Ying's eyes.

Prince Yu, who had lived a life of luxury, had not a single flaw on his body; not a single part was not beautiful, like the finest treasure that mortals could only view from afar. Yet at this moment, he was being pressed down by Wen Ying, to be profanely toyed with at will.

"This prince wants..."

Ling Qiyan issued a command like a spoiled child, his shaft pointing even higher. Wen Ying opened his mouth and took it in. Over the past few days, he had used his mouth to help this delicate little highness find release many times and was already familiar with the path. This time, however, he only used his mouth to barely tease him twice before letting go, not waiting for Ling Qiyan to get his fill.

"Mm..." Ling Qiyan grunted, as if in discontent. He dazedly lowered his eyes to look at the person buried in his lower body.

Wen Ying gently kneaded his full, pert buttocks. His hand met a soft, smooth surface. Still not doing as Ling Qiyan wished, his kisses moved to the soft flesh of his inner thigh, then further down, past the firm lines of his calf, and finally to the sole of his foot.

When Wen Ying's tongue licked the sole of his foot, Ling Qiyan finally couldn't hold back and moaned loudly. When his toes were taken into his mouth, the thing that had been swollen and erect for so long, without any direct touch, was stimulated to the point of spewing forth directly.

Ling Qiyan's already muddled mind was now a complete blank. Desire made him feel as if he were on the clouds, so comfortable that every pore in his body seemed to be excited. He stared blankly, gasping for breath, with a moan or two spilling from his mouth from time to time.

Wen Ying propped himself up, his hands on either side of Ling Qiyan's body. He lowered his gaze and stared at him intently, his eyes a mixture of lust and craving, churning fiercely, constantly pulling at his sanity.

Ling Qiyan didn't notice. He unconsciously raised a hand to caress his chest, stopping at the blood-red mole. As if he had discovered something fun, he tilted his head up and licked it with the tip of his bright red tongue.

The last thread of control in Wen Ying's mind finally snapped. He clasped Ling Qiyan's shoulders and pushed him down fiercely, kissing his lips once more.

Their lips and tongues entangled fiercely as Wen Ying vented all his long-suppressed desires without restraint.

Before long, Ling Qiyan had been thoroughly kissed soft, lying paralyzed in the bedding, his every need catered to. A red flush spread across his face like rouge, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were misty, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye was soul-stirringly wanton. His hazy, languid state exuded an even more seductive and provocative charm.

Wen Ying knelt up, looking down from above at the peerless beauty beneath him. His gaze was deep, like a bird of prey staring at its prey.

He untied his sash and removed his clothes one by one, then pulled down the bed curtains with one hand. Before Ling Qiyan's confused and uncomprehending eyes, Wen Ying's strong, naked body covered him once again, pulling him tightly into his embrace.

Their naked flesh pressed together seamlessly. Ling Qiyan probably found it comfortable, as his limbs wrapped around Wen Ying. His once again hardened member pressed against Wen Ying's, rubbing ceaselessly.

Wen Ying's hand slapped Ling Qiyan's buttocks, the light-to-moderate strikes creating waves on the pale flesh. Ling Qiyan pressed even closer, sweet, seductive moans spilling from his mouth.

Fingers slick with cream were sent into the secret place between his buttocks. The tight passage was pried open. Ling Qiyan's chaotic mind did not sense anything amiss, and his greedy rear hole bit down tightly on the invading foreign object.

As he rotated his fingers to spread the cream, Wen Ying's breathing grew heavier, and his hot, wet lips constantly fell on Ling Qiyan's neck.

When he touched a certain spot, Ling Qiyan's moan suddenly rose in pitch. Wen Ying's gaze darkened, and he pressed down hard on that spot, eliciting even more and sweeter cries from Ling Qiyan.

He kneaded that spot relentlessly, and the passage quickly became wet and soft. Wen Ying wrapped his arms around Ling Qiyan's waist and sat him up, supporting him as he sat down on his own shaft, which was so swollen it felt about to explode.

His body was invaded little by little. Ling Qiyan tilted his head back, gasping for breath, his neck forming an alluring curve. It was then bitten on the Adam's apple by the person holding and violating him.

"Mm, mm..."

Ling Qiyan cried out intermittently. Wen Ying suddenly thrust upward forcefully, his hands on his waist. The entire length entered him, causing him to cry out in alarm before his lips were bitten again.

Ling Qiyan unconsciously tightened his rear passage, biting down hard on the thing that had invaded him. Wen Ying no longer held back and began to thrust rapidly. With every thrust, his massive phallus drove into the deepest part of Ling Qiyan's body, grinding over the spot he couldn't bear the most.

After a brief moment of pain came extreme pleasure. Ling Qiyan was about to be driven mad. A numbing pleasure spread from where their bodies were joined, and with Wen Ying's rapid thrusts, he was brought to one peak of desire after another.

Ling Qiyan's member at the front rubbed continuously against Wen Ying's lower abdomen, leaking fluid again and again. Below, it was even wetter. Every time Wen Ying pulled out, he would bring out sticky juices, matting the hair on their lower bodies together in a messy, obscene tangle.

After thrusting for a while in a seated position, Wen Ying gasped for breath, held Ling Qiyan, and pressed him into the bedding. In the most primitive manner of intercourse, he lay on top of him, fucking him ferociously.

Thrust after thrust, each one pulling out until only the tip remained at the entrance, before slamming back in with all his might. The large bed made of padauk wood creaked and swayed, unable to bear the weight. The slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh was endless.

Ling Qiyan's screams and moans were all swallowed by Wen Ying. Tears forced out by the constantly erupting pleasure welled at the corners of his eyes. His fair body was flushed with a pink of desire, his legs spread wide, his toes curled. The soles of his delicate feet pressed against Wen Ying's thighs, then hooked his waist, swaying continuously with the movement of Wen Ying's hips.

After thousands of thrusts, their sweat-drenched bodies rose and fell, entangled. Fireworks exploded in Ling Qiyan's mind. He subconsciously thrust his hips up to meet the person on top of him and soon came once more. Wen Ying didn't hold back any longer, thrusting deep into his body and releasing inside.

They embraced, gasping for breath. The shaft that had already shot once was still inside the soft, tight channel. Wen Ying did not pull out. He held Ling Qiyan tightly, exchanging a wet, lingering kiss. Then, in the same position with their bodies connected, he pressed Ling Qiyan over onto his stomach and began to lick and kiss his sweat-drenched back.

Ling Qiyan writhed restlessly. The thing inside his body soon became hard and swollen again, slowly rocking back and forth.

"Mm, faster..."

Ling Qiyan's moans started up again. Wen Ying hooked his waist, straightened up, and began the second round of conquest.

The hour of Zi had passed. Ling Qiyan lay prone on the bed, fast asleep.

His face was ruddy, and there were still tear stains at the corners of his eyes. He slept very peacefully. His long, sweat-dampened hair was scattered over his bare shoulders and back, half-concealing, half-revealing the ambiguous marks.

This high and mighty, willful and domineering Prince Yu was only this docile at times like this, even giving people the illusion that he was weak and easily bullied.

But it was only an illusion.

Wen Ying's knuckles caressed his cheek, helping him wipe away the thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Finally, he placed a kiss on his shoulder and got out of bed.

He picked up his clothes one by one and put them on. Closing his eyes for a moment, Wen Ying's expression returned to its usual calm. He walked to the outer room and opened the door.

Jiang Lin had been waiting outside with his men. He wanted to go in but was stopped by Wen Ying.

The room was filled with an obscene scent, mixed with the rich fragrance of that cream. Jiang Lin's heart skipped a beat, and his expression changed abruptly. If that cream had been used, yet this person could still come out so calmly and ask them for water, then His Highness...

"You, what did you do to His Highness?" Jiang Lin's eyes were wide with fury.

Being stared at angrily by this Eunuch Jiang, Wen Ying remained unmoved and calmly ordered him, "Go fetch hot water."

"What on earth did you do to His Highness?!"

Wen Ying's voice turned cold. "His Highness is asleep. Or do you plan to stand here and shout loud enough to wake him?"

"You—!"

Jiang Lin was furious, but Wen Ying still wore that expressionless, indifferent face. After a standoff, Jiang Lin stomped his foot and had no choice but to order someone to fetch water.

Wen Ying waited by the door, not letting anyone in, and ignored whatever questions Jiang Lin asked.

When the hot water was brought, he carried it in himself and closed the door again.

Lifting the bed curtains, Wen Ying took a hot cloth and carefully helped Ling Qiyan wipe the filth from his body. Ling Qiyan, half-asleep, whimpered twice as if uncomfortable. Wen Ying lightly patted his waist to soothe him. Ling Qiyan changed his position and fell asleep again.

After helping him put on his inner robe and covering him with the quilt, Wen Ying sat down by the bed. He tucked a strand of hair that was covering Ling Qiyan's face behind his ear. The pad of his finger slowly caressed his cheek for a long time, and he let out a silent sigh.

When His Highness wakes up tomorrow, he will surely be beaten and scolded, and perhaps he will even be driven away.

But he did not regret it.

Even if everything tonight was just a sweet, erotic spring dream he had stolen.

As Ling Qiyan gradually fell into a deep sleep, Wen Ying leaned in and carefully placed a kiss on his lips.

At the end of the Yin hour, Jiang Lin's deliberately hushed, rustling voice came from outside the bed curtains. "Your Highness, it's time to get up. Today is the Longevity Festival, we must hurry to the palace..."

Ling Qiyan felt as if he had had a beautiful dream. In the dream, that poor scholar who had always been playing hard to get with him finally submitted, gently and considerately pleasing him. He displayed his masculine prowess and finally got his wish.

Ling Qiyan opened his eyes. Dim light and shadows flickered before him, his muddled mind blank for a moment, until Jiang Lin called him again from outside, "Your Highness, this servant will bring people in to serve you in getting up."

Ling Qiyan moved, which pulled at an unspeakable place. The pain caused him to let out a subconscious grunt. Something in his mind suddenly exploded, and scenes from last night after he got drunk flooded in like a tide.

!!!

That, damn, stinking, scholar!!!

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Lin, along with all the servants in the room, were kicked out. Ling Qiyan was inside, madly smashing things. They knelt on the ground outside, not daring to lift their heads, only able to hear the intermittent sounds of various things being thrown and broken from within.

No one could bear the wrath of Prince Yu.

Wen Ying appeared at the door of the room. Without a word, he knelt down directly on the ground.