Help! Little Shen is so scary...

Zhan Xinjia had never seen Lord Shen like this before. He was always impeccably dressed, gentle and refined, with his collar and sleeves always neatly smoothed out, meticulous and aloof.

Even his black hair was always neatly tied up with a hair crown, with not a single stray hair falling out. Standing there, he exuded the proud and awe-inspiring demeanor of a civil official.

Like pine and bamboo, they exude a subtle sense of distance, making one dare not profane them.

Perhaps it's because of Lord Shen's natural affability that it's easy for people to overlook his features, which aren't exactly gentle or refined.

When he put on a stern face, even his long, slightly upturned phoenix eyes became chillingly cold, sinister, and eerily sinister, making people tremble and feel a chill down their spine.

Now, the collar of his inner robe was disheveled from being rubbed by her, and his dark hair was completely loose. He no longer had his usual upright and proper demeanor, but instead inadvertently revealed a touch of decadent elegance and languor.

His thin, white lips were pressed tightly together, and he half-closed his eyes.

His gaze was deep and sharp, like that of a hawk, staring intently into her misty eyes.

"Why did you stop talking?"

Zhan Xinjia was stunned and tried to pull away from him by placing her hands on his chest.

But as soon as she struggled slightly, his arm around her waist tightened, bringing them even closer together, leaving no gap between them.

She felt her head buzzing, and all she could hear was Master Shen's deep, slow breathing.

Her heart was pounding so fast it was terrifying, vibrating like a drumbeat, each beat of his heavy breathing sending ripples of intense emotion through her trembling heart.

Zhan Xinjia guessed that she must be burning red like a boiled crab by now, her cheeks were incredibly hot, and her eyes were blurry with water vapor as if steam was rising from the heat.

She tried her best to avoid his gaze, but his long, slender fingers, gripping her chin, showed no sign of loosening their hold.

"Master Xiao Shen..."

With her hands clutching his clothes helplessly, Zhan Xinjia felt like she was about to cry.

The young man responded faintly, his voice slightly hoarse, his tone indifferent.

"Yes, I'm listening."

"..."

In truth, Zhan Xinjia had no idea what to say. She was annoyed, knowing she'd said the wrong thing, but given the current situation, she felt that apologizing wouldn't make a difference.

Master Shen is extremely angry right now.

The little girl's wet, peach-blossom eyes were covered with a layer of hazy mist. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she mustered her courage to look up at him.

Slightly damp hair clung to her cheeks, while her long hair was disheveled. Her fair face was flushed with a rosy hue, and her lips, moistened with honey and coated with a layer of sugar stains, shone with a translucent soft light in the dim twilight.

"I'm sorry, Master Shen... I was just talking nonsense."

The young man responded by covering her eyes with his hand.

His voice was somewhat slurred, his breathing became more rapid, and his tone unconsciously carried a condescending commanding quality, making it exceptionally deep and resonant.

"...Don't look at me like that."

With her vision completely blocked and the world plunged into darkness, Zhan Xinjia could only blink blankly and speak softly.

"Why, Lord Shen?"

The girl's long eyelashes brushed against his palm like tiny brushes, making his throat itch and his eyes filled with surging desire. Reason hung by a thread, and he could hardly control himself.

Shen Suqing had never felt that his self-control was so vulnerable.

She had only glanced at him once, and he felt like he couldn't breathe; he was about to go crazy.

But she was still acting coquettishly.

"Lord Shen, please pay attention to me. I apologize to you, okay? I'm so sorry, Lord Shen, the best of all. Can you forgive me? Can we kiss each other?"

As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around his neck, their noses touching.

At this distance, Shen Suqing could clearly smell the fragrance emanating from deep within her sleeves—a faint scent of sweet pear. This pleasant fragrance became even more pronounced as the two embraced tightly.

The light outside the window had completely disappeared, and there were no lights on inside; it was pitch black.

In the dim darkness, some of the more outrageous behaviors of the day seemed to be reasonably concealed, and those unspeakable thoughts hidden deep in the heart were gradually exposed and became uncontrollable.

Zhan Xinjia was startled when he was suddenly pressed down and pushed onto the edge of the bed by Lord Shen.

She lay on her back, dazed, on the soft bedding, while he knelt on either side of her legs, holding her firmly in place.

The room was too dark for her to see his face clearly, but the sound of his slow, deep breathing seemed all the more distinct. For some reason, Zhan Xinjia felt a tingling sensation in her spine, making her feel quite embarrassed.

"Xiao Shen——"

As soon as she called his name, a warm kiss pressed against her lips.

For a long time, her mind was a sticky mess. She opened and closed her lips in a daze, as if everything in the world had been abandoned, leaving only him, who was within reach.

The feeling between their lips and teeth was poignant, indescribable, clear and soft.

In the pitch-black night, everything is permitted.

When she was released again, the suffocating feeling of not being able to breathe made her cough a few times. Then, long, slender, slightly cool fingers curled up and brushed against the corner of her mouth, wiping away some of the moisture.

Then, that finger touched his own lips.

By the soft moonlight reflected in his dark pupils, she could see him slowly licking his fingertips clean, his expression utterly serious.

In the darkness, he chuckled softly, his voice muffled.

"It tastes like honey water."

"..."

Zhan Xinjia felt that she must have gotten food poisoning from eating the same food she had prepared.

This must all be a dream.

It must be her hysteria caused by her excessive craving for Master Shen.

However, the pressure on her body constantly reminded her that the usually dignified and proper Lord Shen was now like a man under a spell, openly coveting her.

She wanted to cover her face but couldn't free her hands; she wanted to turn over but couldn't. In the end, Zhan Xinjia simply closed her eyes slowly, trying to pretend she was asleep.

Her childish, self-deceiving behavior only made Shen Suqing laugh even harder.

"Didn't you say your ribs hurt? Hmm?"

His hand touched her waist and abdomen through the fabric, his fingertips stroking back and forth almost imperceptibly.

Zhan Xinjia froze instantly. The heat emanating from his fingertips made her tremble all over, and her tailbone went numb.

She was so nervous she almost died...

Finally, the kind-hearted young man straightened up and gently stroked her head with his warm hand to comfort her.

"Okay, I won't scare you anymore."

He got out of bed and lit a candle. When Shen Suqing turned around, he saw the little girl huddled in the corner of the bed by the candlelight. Her face was red and her eyes were wet. She looked so wronged and pathetic.

His heart softened terribly. He knelt down beside the bed, bent down, cupped her feverish face, and gently kissed her eyelids.

"Sweetie, I'll go cook."

As he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around, a mischievous smile in his eyes.

"On another note, I think there's someone else who's good at 'nourishing the stomach'."