Chapter Ninety-One: A Little Bit of Meat
Li Bao'er's heartbeat suddenly became disordered, dizzy from his hot breath and forceful kiss.
She responded awkwardly, her arms involuntarily encircling his neck, her fingertips sinking into his firm back.
His kisses fell softly, from her lips to her chin, and then to her slender, delicate neck...
[Host! Vital signs and emotional fluctuation data are abnormally surging! Do you need to activate special mode?] 001's voice rang out at an inopportune moment, tinged with excitement.
This is the first host to complete the mission to this extent, and he knows that it was right for him to exhaust his energy to let the host be reborn!
"Shut up! Don't look! Turn off your computer right now! If you dare peek, I'll... I'll never do any more missions! I'll leave you stuck in this world as scrap metal forever!" Li Bao'er screamed in her mind, her consciousness fragmented by Mu Cenlin's kiss, but the threat was still resounding!
【Ugh…!】 001 let out a mournful cry as if it had been cut off. 【Yes, sir! System enters forced hibernation mode! Have a good time with the Great Demon King!】 The next second, the faint connection in the mind and the possible sense of being spied on vanished without a trace.
With the potential bystander finally gone, Li Bao'er's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but she became even more deeply immersed in the suffocating wave brought by Mu Cenlin.
"Ah Lin..." she called out his name unconsciously, her voice soft and broken.
"Don't be afraid," he said, his voice hoarse, as he kissed her wet eyes.
The red curtains swayed, the candlelight flickered, and low breaths and soft moans intertwined, composing the most primal and moving melody.
After an unknown amount of time, the wind stopped and the rain ceased.
Inside a side room of the Prince's Mansion.
The candlelight flickered, illuminating Qingluan's slightly pale face. She leaned against the soft pillows, coughed lightly twice, and looked frail and delicate.
Xiao Yizhi stood by the bed, his brows furrowed, his gaze falling on her flushed cheeks from coughing and her slightly open collar. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily before he quickly looked away.
"Your complexion is still so bad? Have you taken the medicine prescribed by the physician on time? If the medicine is not right, I will go and find another renowned doctor immediately."
"No need, Yi Zhi." Qing Luan interrupted him softly, her voice gentle and slightly weak. She leaned forward slightly, as if to reach for the water glass on the bedside table, but her arm accidentally brushed against the back of Xiao Yi Zhi's hand hanging by his side.
Xiao Yizhi's body stiffened abruptly. The subtle touch felt like a faint electric current running through his arm, making his heart skip a beat. He almost instinctively wanted to back away, but he forced himself to stop.
Qingluan seemed oblivious, withdrawing her hand, her eyes filled with tears, looking at him with sorrow and forbearance: "It's just an old ailment, I'll be fine after a few days of rest, I really dare not trouble you and the prince to worry about me like this again."
She paused, her voice growing softer and softer, with a perfectly timed sob. Her body unconsciously leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between her and Xiao Yizhi, and a faint fragrance of her femininity lingered around Xiao Yizhi's nose.
"Actually... my health is so poor, I really shouldn't stay in the manor and cause trouble for the prince. The prince has now married a princess, and they are living in harmony. If I stay here, it will be improper and I will only cause trouble."
Qingluan raised her teary eyes and looked at Xiao Yizhi, her fingers clutching the hem of his robe, her voice filled with humble pleading: "Yizhi, you are the kindest of all, can you help me? Take me out of the manor tomorrow, even if it's just to a nunnery outside the city. I only ask for peace and quiet, and I absolutely do not want to cause any trouble for Your Highness."
"Nonsense!"
Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Yizhi abruptly interrupted her. His usually calm and composed face was now flushed with an unnatural blush due to the brief touch and her closeness.
Anger surged in Xiao Yizhi's eyes, mixed with a heartache at seeing her so self-deprecating. He took a step forward, wanting to grab her shoulders, but at the last moment he clenched his fists and stopped in place with restraint: "Leave the manor? You're going to the nunnery? On what grounds?!"
Looking at her fragile, pale face, the intense resentment and long-suppressed emotions he felt for her were about to burst forth: "You should have been the mistress of this manor! If it weren't for what happened back then... if it weren't for the prince's other obsessions, how could it have been Li Bao'er! What is she? A woman who loves another and is only superficially friendly to the prince! In what way does she compare to your gentleness and understanding? In what way is she worthy of the prince?!"
Xiao Yizhi became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction with Li Bao'er and his pity for Qingluan: "You are not allowed to go anywhere! Just stay in the Prince's mansion and recuperate! The Prince is only temporarily confused. Once he sees the true face of that woman, he will naturally understand who is the one who is truly worthy of his heart!" These words seemed to be spoken to Qingluan, but more like he was convincing himself to believe this.
Qingluan was stunned by his sudden anger and almost blatant protection. A glimmer of triumph flashed across her eyes, but she lowered her gaze, concealing all her thoughts. Only her shoulders trembled more violently, making her appear even more weak and helpless.
She sniffed softly, her voice barely audible: "Yi Zhi... don't be angry, I... I'm just afraid of being disliked by you all."
Seeing her like this, Xiao Yizhi's heart felt a sharp pang, and his anger was instantly replaced by pity. His tone softened involuntarily, carrying a hint of barely perceptible coaxing: "You should rest well and stop overthinking. Anyone might get tired of you, but I won't. Don't worry, the Prince's Mansion is your home, and no one can get past you."
He gave her a deep look, his gaze complex and unreadable, which ultimately turned into a barely audible sigh before he turned and left. His disgust for Li Bao'er deepened, and his resolve to support Qingluan and guide the prince back to the right path strengthened.
The door closed gently.
On the bed, Qingluan, who had been sobbing and trembling, slowly raised her head, her face no longer showing any trace of tears or vulnerability.
She wiped away the dampness from the corner of her eye expressionlessly, her gaze coldly fixed on the deep night outside the window, her fingertips gently caressing the skin that had just brushed against Xiao Yizhi's hand.
Xiao Yizhi's reaction was exactly what she expected. She held this line very firmly.
However… the sudden appearance of Princess Jing, Li Bao'er, who could make Xiao Yizhi so wary and even belittle her, suggests that she is indeed an obstacle that needs to be taken seriously.
The position of Princess Jing should have been hers!
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