"you……"
Qi Muxiao's voice began to tremble, and she turned her head away from Nan Chen's touch, "Ah..."
A cold glint flashed in Nan Chen's eyes. Noticing Qi Muxiao's resistance, he bit down hard on the soft flesh of her earlobe.
Qi Muxiao cried out in pain in shock.
A sharp pain shot through his jaw as his face was held firmly in place, preventing him from moving. In the darkness, Nan Chen carefully observed the fear on Qi Muxiao's face, and the wicked smile on his lips gradually widened. "What Nan Xiao hasn't touched, he must cherish. And what he cherishes, I want to destroy."
"..."
Qi Muxiao was indeed very weak. The winter weather was bitterly cold, especially in the middle of the night. Her lips turned blue from the cold.
My consciousness gradually became blurred, and I felt extremely dizzy.
Suddenly, a warm, soft touch covered her lips, and her eyes widened instantly.
How could he! How could he!
A deep sense of fear welled up inside Qi Muxiao, and her body trembled even more violently.
Nan Chen let out a soft laugh from their lips pressed tightly together. He grabbed her waist with one hand and her chin with the other, leaving her nowhere to escape.
He reached out and gently scraped Qi Muxiao's tightly pursed lips, which she refused to open.
Helpless, Qi Muxiao kept her lips tightly pressed together, refusing to let Nan Chen succeed.
His patience gradually wore thin. With a cold look in his eyes, he bit Qi Muxiao's soft lips hard. She opened her mouth slightly in pain, and Nan Chen seized the opportunity, his long tongue plunging in.
The attack was fierce, the large tongue devouring the sweetness in her mouth, stirring wildly, hooking her tongue tip and sucking hard.
Qi Muxiao felt as if all the oxygen in her chest had been sucked out, her tongue went numb, and her vision went black as she fainted.
Nan Chen paused, noticing the woman in his arms go limp. He glanced down at Qi Muxiao's face, which was utterly defeated, with tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.
Nan Chenlian's lips curled into a wicked smile as he carried Qi Muxiao toward the East Palace.
Nan Xiao happened to be coming from the other side, and Nan Chen gave a light whistle, causing Nan Xiao to stop.
Seeing this, Nan Chen carried Qi Muxiao a few steps to him, shoved Qi Muxiao into his arms, and said lightly, "It tastes good."
Nan Chen originally thought that Nan Xiao, with her cold and indifferent nature, would not accept Qi Muxiao, but he was wrong.
He took it, his gaze lingering on Qi Muxiao's swollen, glistening lips before slowly shifting away.
They didn't say anything.
Nan Chen scoffed, "Nan Xiao, are you pretending or not? Aren't you the Crown Prince? Aren't you second only to the Emperor? Why aren't you angry? Why don't you kick me out?"
Upon hearing this, Nan Xiao gently raised her eyes to look at Nan Chen, her gentle and refined demeanor resembling that of a graceful young gentleman.
He said gently, "It's getting late, get some rest."
After saying that, he carried Qi Muxiao into the East Palace, leaving Nan Chen standing there alone.
...
Suddenly, Xie paused, his gaze slowly falling on Mo Shisheng's small hand outside the blanket.
Ming Beiya also noticed Xie's gaze, so he followed his gaze and stared intently at the delicate white hand.
The little figure seemed to come to its senses, as if it were about to wake up; its tiny fingers curled up and twitched slightly.
This discovery delighted both Ming Beiya and Xie. Their gazes remained fixed on Mo Shisheng's small hand, but they didn't move it again.
Ming Beiya seemed to suddenly realize something and abruptly looked at Xie.
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