Chapter 56 "As long as the young master feels comfortable..."

His lips landed intimately on the back of Ji Chengnin's neck, and he felt with satisfaction as Ji Chengnin's muscles trembled.

Perhaps out of nervousness, or perhaps out of disgust.

The demon lowered its eyes, its eyelashes, which were excessively long and thick for a man, trembled slightly, half-concealing the dark light flowing in its pale eyes.

He whispered with a soft laugh in Ji Chengnin's ear, "Your Highness, I miss you so much."

Practice makes perfect. Ji Chengning knew that this person was extremely skilled and had no intention of killing him, at least not at the moment. So he simply forced himself to relax and lie down.

As expected, after realizing that Ji Chengnin did not resist her, she loosened her arms around his waist slightly.

A strand of damp hair brushed against Ji Chengnin's neck.

It was cold and smooth, just like spider silk.

Ji Chengning casually brushed his long hair aside and chuckled, "Who would miss the feeling of being paralyzed by a ghost? If there really is such a madman, I'd like to meet him."

The demon buried its head in the crook of his neck.

The cool mask clung tightly to the warm skin. Ji Chengning glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and could only vaguely make out Zhang Huamei's hideous ghost face.

"Is that so?" A tender yet chilling voice rang in my ears.

Then his lips parted, and a slightly sticky, watery sound rippled through them. Before the other person could answer, a slender hand had already deftly slipped under the hem of her undergarment.

In-depth.

Ji Chengnin's body suddenly tensed up.

The soft, moist voice made his ear canal vibrate, and the demon sighed, "You really miss me."

Leather gloves and silk handkerchiefs have a subtle similarity in feel, but upon closer inspection, they are completely different.

Spring rain falls like silk threads, light and silent.

The world was soaked.

...

Ji Chengning lay on the pillow, his hair disheveled like clouds, his chest still heaving violently.

He half-covered his face with one hand, and through the gaps between his fingers, one could see a layer of damp red covering his fair skin. His other hand was resting at his side, just raised, as if he wanted to wrap his arms around the person so close to him, or perhaps to push them away.

The evil spirit stared unblinkingly at Ji Chengning.

He was not as talkative as before; Ji Chengning could only hear his light breathing, which was almost negligible.

It's so true.

He suddenly realized.

Looks like a ghost.

Ji Chengnin cleared his throat.

His throat was so dry it was almost painful. "Who are you?"

The shadow crouched down.

Enveloped him completely.

"I am but an unknown nobody who is infatuated with the prince." The evil spirit whispered intimately in his ear. Ji Chengning was sweating profusely when he was suddenly hit by the cold air emanating from the other party and couldn't help but shrink back.

The demon's expression changed slightly, and it wrapped its arms tightly around his waist.

"Where are you going?" A sinister voice sounded from behind.

Ji Chengning thought to himself that judging from this person's behavior, he must be seriously ill, so he said coldly, "I'm going out to find you a doctor to check your brain."

The evil spirit chuckled softly.

Ji Chengnin frowned.

He discovered that from beginning to end, whether it was his resentment, mockery, or cold words, the other party's attitude was far too gentle, so gentle that it was morbid.

The subtle fragrance of the calming incense, which relieves dryness and irritability, lingered at the tip of the nose, blending with the bloody smell of the evil spirit. It was strange, but not unpleasant.

The sweet, fishy scent intertwined with his cold, long hair, forming a fine net that enveloped him tenderly yet undeniably.

There is no way to avoid it.

Ji Chengnin even suspected that this was just a dream he had.

The illusions that arise from suppressing desires for too long and forcibly to the extreme.

If it wasn't a dream, how could that insatiable demon, who wished it could swallow him whole, do nothing more than serve him?

I'm really crazy.

Ji Chengnin thought expressionlessly.

Unable to figure out the reason, Ji Chengnin simply stopped thinking about it.

To be fair, although this evil spirit was unrecognizable and not very intelligent, Ji Chengning had to admit that the near-death experience it gave him was just enough to relieve the irritability and pressure caused by the messy affairs in the court.

The sweet fragrance spread, and Ji Chengnin took a few deep breaths of the calming incense before lying on his side with his back to the ground.

My chest gradually calmed down.

The demon paused in its action of folding the handkerchief.

He looked at Ji Chengnin, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

He did come to make the young master sleep well, but Ji Chengning should at least have resisted fiercely, only to be forced to agree when he could not resist, and then fall asleep with intense hatred for him, feeling annoyed and awkward.

Instead of lying carelessly in bed now, not even glancing at him.

"Your Highness," the demon asked eerily, "why didn't you resist?"

Ji Chengnin: "..."

He then half-lifted his eyelids and lazily glanced at the other person.

His thin eyelids were reddish, shrouded in a kind of satiating warmth that made one blush and feel a surge of desire.

"Since you are so devoted to me, why shouldn't I accept your affection?" He reached out and casually patted the other's shoulder. "Besides," he suddenly smiled, his words surprisingly a compliment, "it's very comfortable, thank you."

Beneath the mask, the demon's face, which had been covered in a flushed red, instantly lost most of its color.

He stared at Ji Chengnin expressionlessly.

The flames of passion, like oil poured on a flame, ignited and intensified, settling on Ji Chengnin's calmly rising and falling chest, almost becoming a raging inferno.

He licked his dry lips.

Sometimes, he really wanted to cut open Ji Chengning's chest to see if inside was a human heart wrapped in flesh and blood, or a finely carved piece of black iron.

Otherwise, how could Young Master Ji utter such frivolous, ambiguous, and utterly heartless words?

In Ji Chengning's eyes, his tenderness and affection at this moment were probably no different from those of the young masters in brothels who could buy a night for a few dozen taels of silver!

The soft flesh in my mouth crunched as I bit into it.

A warm, sweet, metallic taste slid down his throat, but the sharp pain did not calm him down.

However, despite his extreme anger, he revealed an extremely gentle smile.

He pinched Ji Chengnin's chin and looked him in the eye.

He asked gently, "As long as it makes the young master feel comfortable, you wouldn't resist it no matter who treats you like that?"

Ji Chengning looked at him.

Their eyes met.

He could clearly see that the laziness in Ji Chengnin's eyes had coalesced into a knot, his gaze unreadable yet extremely cold.

A scarlet tongue floated in his mouth, and his throat bones rubbed against each other, making a teeth-grinding sound.

"Then what am I?" The voice lock in his throat vibrated with his movements, making his voice sound like jade striking ice, a sound only an inanimate object could make. The demon's bloodshot eyes suddenly slammed closer. "What am I?"

Ji Chengning stared coldly at the evil spirit before him.

At this moment, he finally revealed a different, more human emotion.

Perhaps it was a mixture of anger and sadness.

But Ji Chengnin didn't care.

This person never asked for his consent before acting; for him, wishful thinking was the mildest excuse.

He didn't raise his hand to stab him not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't hit him.

He admired the rare look on the other person's face and casually added more firewood to the raging fire.

He raised his hand and grasped the other person's wrist.

Then, without hesitation, I moved it away.

"Smack."

Like a puppet whose strings have snapped, his arm suddenly fell, landing right beside Ji Chengnin.

It was that hand that had just been in skin-to-skin contact with his.

Ji Chengning glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

The most aloof and arrogant young master of the noble family curled his lips, revealing his moist, red lips.

He asked casually, "When did it become your place to interfere in my affairs?"

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Author's note: I didn't win. Feeling down. Goodnight, my wife.