The candle went out, and the room was filled with darkness and silence, with only the increasingly heavy breathing that could be heard, burning one's ears.
Wen Hemian's drowsiness was immediately dispelled. After quickly realizing what had happened, she froze, her eyelashes trembling, and her voice sounded somewhat like she was gritting her teeth: "...Xie Lang!"
Wen Hemian wasn't stupid. Although she had confronted Xie Lang's desire for her during their previous intimate kiss, it was only superficial and completely different from the current situation.
He said he was waiting for her response, but his actions were more outrageous than anyone else's.
Xie Lang remained silent, his gaze, as deep as an icy pool, fixed on the person in his arms.
His head seemed to be throbbing again. The overwhelming desire mixed with excitement made him realize clearly that he really wanted the person in front of him and wanted her to be bound to him forever.
But his remaining rationality was telling him that this was wrong, that Wen Hemian would not forgive someone who forced her, not even him.
In the sweltering, sticky atmosphere, Wen Hemian sensed something was wrong: "Your head is starting to hurt again?"
Xie Lang's illness was unpredictable, but after Wen Hemian returned, his mood improved significantly, and the frequency of his attacks decreased to the point where he could basically control them.
This was the second time she had seen Xie Lang fall ill, and it happened under such an awkward circumstances.
Xie Lang responded by gently nibbling on her earlobe.
His hands began to wander restlessly over her waist, burning hot like fire, making Wen Heming almost unable to breathe.
Besides lust, she also sensed an even more chaotic and dark desire within it.
This wolf cub, from the very beginning, was aiming to devour her whole.
"say!"
Wen Hemian only woke up suddenly when Xie Lang began to tentatively loosen her belt.
She grabbed his hand and held it firmly in place, so that even he couldn't move for the time being.
Not wanting the guards outside to hear, Wen Hemian lowered her voice and said, "Your Majesty, I know you are still conscious. Speak properly and don't lay a hand on me."
Wen Hemian has seriously reflected on herself and is gradually accepting that Xie Lang likes her and that she also has different feelings for him. The progress is too fast and she can't keep up.
Xie Lang indeed stopped, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is the Grand Tutor afraid of me?"
His slightly rapid breathing suppressed the pain.
Wen Hemian paused slowly: "...You know perfectly well that's not what I meant."
The mature wolf cub is still obedient, but not as well-behaved as before, and always misinterprets her meaning.
Is this rare?
Xie Lang broke free from her grasp and instead held her hand; her wrist was slender and jade-like, and he could completely encircle it.
"Hanshuang, this isn't my fault." Xie Lang's soft, pleading voice rang in her ear. "I'm not a child anymore. It's normal for me to have desires for you. Don't you know that? Haven't you thought about it?"
When he has an attack, he amplifies his desires infinitely. Xie Lang thought that after the last time, Wen Hemian should have figured it out.
"I love you, so naturally I want you."
Xie Lang spoke very softly: "I can't stop you. If you don't like me, you can kick me out now. I won't be sad or in pain."
In contrast to the pitiful words, the youth's warmth gradually rose.
After a long while, Wen Hemian closed her eyes in despair: "Do you think I'm willing to do that?"
If they wanted to rush things, they wouldn't have given Xie Lang the chance to sleep with them in the first place.
Upon hearing this, Xie Lang's eyes suddenly lit up with wild joy, and he wanted to do something reckless, but in the end he only kissed her on the back of the neck with tenderness.
His voice revealed a kind of obsessive pleasure.
"Then please help me."
...
I tossed and turned until midnight, but ended up waking up early.
I vaguely heard it sounding like it was raining outside. My mind cleared up, but my eyelids were stuck together and I just couldn't open them.
Wen Hemian struggled for a long time before finally opening her eyes. She saw Xie Lang holding her tightly in his arms and remained silent for a moment.
She didn't know how she fell asleep afterwards. When Wen Hemian saw the bruises on her wrist, she cursed Xie Lang in her heart for being so reckless.
Then he slowly fell silent.
It's not entirely his fault; ultimately, he acquiesced to it.
This goes beyond being bewitched; she was simply falling into it uncontrollably.
The emperor's skill in manipulating people's hearts can be applied to emotions as well.
Wen Hemian raised her hand and pinched Xie Lang's face, immediately waking the sleeping man.
Before he even opened his eyes, he expertly grabbed her hand, his voice still a little groggy: "...Why are you awake so early? Go back to sleep."
Wen Hemian stared at him quietly without saying a word.
Xie Lang still didn't open his eyes, but subconsciously buried his head in the crook of her neck, his voice sticky and soft: "Are you angry? Or are you regretting it... Why are you ignoring me?"
It was just using his hands... How could it be as ambiguous as he described it?
Wen Hemian sighed calmly, then couldn't help but laugh: "Aren't we going out of the palace? There should be a morning market soon, let's go check it out."
"All right."
Thinking of this, Xie Lang finally opened his eyes reluctantly.
His gaze remained fixed on Wen Hemian as if she were staring at a sweet and delicious pastry, unwilling to look away for even a moment.
It was a great surprise that Wen Hemian agreed to help him last night.
Xie Lang licked his lips, still wanting more, and then swayed behind the person.
Helping with dressing and tying hair, he didn't seem like an emperor, but rather a personal bodyguard serving him.
Wen Heming took it for granted, Xie Lang took it for granted, and Lai Xi also took it for granted.
The palace maid who came in to sweep and clean couldn't quite control her jaw; it was hard to imagine that the emperor, who wasn't known for his temper, would show such a soft and obedient expression in front of someone.
Lai Xi greeted them with a warning: "Don't even think about hanging around His Majesty. Not everyone can become Lord Wen."
There are always some ambitious people in the palace who think that climbing into the emperor's bed is easy, and they jump in like moths to a flame, only to lose their lives in the end.
Having finally witnessed His Majesty's triumphant return, Lai Xi was determined not to let this promising situation be shattered.
It was fine before that His Majesty didn't have many palace maids to serve him, but now that some have been transferred here, Lai Xi should give them a good warning so that they don't cause trouble for everyone and suffer for nothing.
The palace servants nodded in alarm: "Yes, sir."
Before leaving the palace, they first asked the imperial physician to take Xie Lang's pulse.
The person who came was a judge from the Imperial Medical Academy, and also one of Wen Heming's old acquaintances.
His expression softened: "Judging from the pulse, Your Majesty is in good health, but you have some internal heat. In addition, your headache is gradually easing. I will prescribe the medicine again and you can take good care of yourself."
As he spoke, the Imperial Physician gave Wen Hemian a very peculiar look.
Considering the turbulent events in the capital these days, and the relationship between Lord Wen and His Majesty, it's hard to say.
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