Chapter 91 Xiao Che was satisfied, so naturally he surrendered…
As Lin Yan stepped out of the room, his mind was still filled with the mess of accounts at the Ministry of Revenue, and the figures on the land holdings of each member of the imperial clan were spinning like a revolving lantern.
He instinctively lifted his foot to turn towards his usual residence, Qingyi Pavilion, but before his toes could even turn, an irresistible force grabbed his waist and pulled him backward.
Lin Yan was caught off guard when his back bumped into a warm and firm chest, and the familiar scent of agarwood instantly enveloped him.
"Where are you going?" Xiao Che's voice came from above his head, low and very close, his breath brushing against his ear.
Lin Yan subconsciously answered truthfully, "To Qingyi..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt the arms around his waist tighten even more.
Lin Yan turned his head slightly bewildered and met Xiao Che's lowered gaze. In those usually deep and majestic phoenix eyes, there was now a hint of sorrow.
"You came to the palace just to separate from me?" Xiao Che stared at him, his tone perfectly balanced with dissatisfaction and grievance, as if Lin Yan had committed some heinous crime.
Lin Yan was taken aback, and in a flash, a sudden inspiration struck him.
oh--
Lin Yan turned around, stood on tiptoe, and quickly kissed Xiao Che's chin. Her voice softened, carrying a hint of coaxing: "How could that be? Of course I'd stay overnight in the palace with you. What I did just now was just a habit, a purely instinctive action, without thinking. It would be best if Your Majesty didn't hold a grudge against me, wouldn't it?"
The feigned sorrow in Xiao Che's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a bright smile, but he was clearly not satisfied with such a fleeting comfort.
He got the advantage but then acted innocent, using his arms to lift Lin Yan up in his arms.
"Hey!" Lin Yan exclaimed softly, instinctively wrapping his arms around Xiao Che's neck.
Xiao Che walked a few steps to the desk and placed Lin Yan on the large sandalwood desk piled with memorials and documents.
The paper rustled under the weight as Lin Yan sat half-sitting on the edge of the table, his height perfectly aligned with Xiao Che's standing gaze.
"Prove it to me." Xiao Che lowered his voice, placing his palm on the table beside Lin Yan, encircling him in a small space, his gaze burning with obvious expectation.
Lin Yan's cheeks flushed as he was stared at, and he muttered, "How can you be like this?" But his body betrayed him; he leaned forward and kissed Xiao Che's lips.
The kiss started off with a hint of probing and reassurance, but quickly changed its tone in response to Xiao Che's passionate kiss.
Their breaths mingled, and the temperature rose. Lin Yan was so dizzy from the kisses that he instinctively leaned back and haphazardly braced himself on the table. But he didn't know what he touched. There was a crisp "crash" sound, as if the pen holder had fallen over. Several scrolls of documents were then swept to the ground by his carelessness and scattered all over the floor.
But at this moment, no one had time to care about those pitiful official documents.
Xiao Che's arms were wrapped tightly around Lin Yan's waist, pressing him even closer and kissing him more deeply, as if he wanted to devour him whole.
Lin Yan felt the oxygen was thin, her whole body was weak, and all her thoughts were stirred up like a pot of porridge. She could only passively endure it, occasionally letting out a few soft sobs from her throat.
After an unknown amount of time, just when Lin Yan felt he was about to suffocate, Xiao Che finally stepped back a little, and the two of them touched forehead to forehead, their breathing becoming rapid and labored.
Lin Yan's eyelashes were wet, her lips were red and swollen, and she stared blankly at the handsome face so close to her, licking her rosy lips.
Xiao Che's eyes were frighteningly deep, churning with an undercurrent that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Lin Yan.
No longer satisfied with such intimacy, the man slipped his arms under Lin Yan's knees and back, and with a little effort, lifted him up in his arms.
Suddenly suspended in mid-air, Lin Yan gasped softly and instinctively tightened her grip on Xiao Che's neck.
Xiao Che carried him, strode around the screen, and headed straight for the enormous dragon bed in the inner hall.
As Lin Yan sank into the soft bedding, before he could even come to his senses, Xiao Che had already pressed down on him and kissed him again.
The dragon bed was much more spacious and softer than the bed in Qingyi Pavilion, supporting the two bodies that were pressed closely together.
The delicate kisses landed on the lips, cheeks, and neck, carrying a burning heat, as if igniting clusters of tiny flames wherever they touched.
In the midst of his confusion and passion, Lin Yan embarrassingly discovered that his body was reacting.
Even more critically, he could clearly feel the changes in Xiao Che's body through the thin fabric of his clothes.
[Indeed, spring has arrived, all things are reviving, and it's that time of year again for animals to... well, you know, even His Majesty the Emperor is not exempt.]
Xiao Che, who was burying his face in Lin Yan's neck and kissing her, suddenly stopped. His body seemed to stiffen for a moment, and his shoulders even trembled almost imperceptibly.
Lin Yan could clearly feel the weight pressing down on him harden, and even his hot breath seemed to skip a beat.
He nudged Xiao Che: "Does Your Majesty want to rest for a while?"
"What did you say, my dear minister?" Xiao Che decided to show the person beneath him through his actions that sometimes it was better to be a little more restrained.
He is easily agitated.
His Majesty the Emperor's recovery ability and mental fortitude were clearly top-notch. After that moment of hesitation, he seemed to be ignited by some strange competitive spirit, and his offensive became even more intense.
However, the offensive subtly shifted direction, no longer limited to kissing.
A warm hand slipped inside his clothes, the calloused fingertips stroking his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Lin Yan's breath caught in his throat, all his wild thoughts instantly dispelled by the unfamiliar touch.
“Xiao Che…” His voice trembled, carrying a panic and invitation that he himself was unaware of.
Xiao Che kissed his earlobe, his voice hoarse: "Hanzhang, help me."
Everything that followed was like a wild horse breaking free, galloping wildly in a direction Lin Yan had never anticipated.
He was half-heartedly resisting, or rather, under the opponent's superb skills and strong offensive, he simply couldn't muster much strength to resist.
Xiao Che obtained a pair of hands from Lin Yan that were usually only used for writing documents, and used them to handle another, more urgent "official business".
Lin Yan blushed and, almost with his eyes closed, awkwardly yet boldly attempted something based on some theoretical knowledge passively received in this era of information overload.
Xiao Che seemed to have not expected Lin Yan to have such methods. He groaned, feeling so good that his back tensed up and his knuckles turned white. It was as if even his soul was about to be taken away by that clumsy yet hard-working technique, and he was oblivious to the world around him.
However, His Majesty the Emperor was clearly gifted and had great stamina. Lin Yan's hand was so sore that he felt like his wrist was no longer his own before the surging waves finally subsided.
However, the matter did not end there.
Xiao Che was pleased with himself, so he naturally reciprocated.
Unlike Lin Yan's hands, which belonged to a pure scholar, Xiao Che was a martial artist. His hands were large, with distinct knuckles, and he had excellent control over his strength. In particular, the thin calluses on his tiger's mouth and fingertips, accumulated over the years, gave each hand a rough, tingling sensation.
Lin Yan had never experienced anything like this before. He crumbled almost instantly and quickly confessed under the skilled control of his opponent. His mind went blank, leaving only the dazzling fireworks exploding in his head.
The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.
An indescribable, ambiguous atmosphere permeated the inner hall.
Lin Yan collapsed onto the dragon bed, panting heavily. After a brief moment of blankness, an overwhelming sense of shame belatedly surged over him, instantly engulfing him.
He suddenly grabbed the scattered brocade quilt next to him and wrapped himself up tightly from head to toe, looking like a giant silkworm, determined not to face reality.
Xiao Che watched his ostrich-like behavior and chuckled softly, his chest heaving with a sense of post-coital satisfaction and languor.
He tried to dig the person out of the blanket: "Okay, get out, be careful not to suffocate."
The silkworm wriggled and curled up even tighter, a muffled sound coming from inside the blanket: "...Leave me alone."
His voice was filled with a sense of shame and indignation that made him feel utterly hopeless.
Xiao Che found it both funny and heartbreaking. Afraid that he was really holding it in, he used a little skill to finally pull the blanket open a crack and reveal that face that was so red it was almost bleeding.
Lin Yan kept her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling, refusing to open them no matter what.
"Get up. I'll have someone prepare water so you can bathe before you go to sleep." Xiao Che patted his cheek; it felt burning hot.
Lin Yan opened her eyes abruptly as if pricked by a needle, her eyes still moist and filled with panic: "No, no, no! I'll go myself! I don't need Your Majesty to serve me!"
He was genuinely afraid that Xiao Che might get carried away and insist on personally "helping" him take a bath; just thinking about that scene made him wish he could evaporate on the spot.
Overcome by intense shame, Lin Yan unleashed astonishing potential. He threw off the covers, ignoring the sticky discomfort on his body, and practically tumbled off the dragon bed. He grabbed a nightgown that belonged to someone else and threw it on haphazardly. His steps were unsteady yet swift, as if he were fleeing for his life, as he staggered toward the specially designated bathing room at the back of the palace.
Watching Lin Yan's retreating figure, Xiao Che finally couldn't help but burst into a muffled laugh as he lay down on the couch. The laughter was pleasant and unrestrained.
When Lin Yan finished washing himself thoroughly, still damp and smelling of fresh scent after his bath, he sneaked back to the inner palace like a thief. He found that the documents scattered on the floor had been neatly arranged, and the bedding on the dragon bed had been replaced with a brand new set, dry and soft.
Xiao Che was already leaning against the couch, casually flipping through a book. When he saw him return, he put down the book and patted the empty seat next to him.
Lin Yan's cheeks flushed again. She walked over hesitantly, lifted a corner of the blanket, and quickly crawled inside. She wrapped herself up tightly again, leaving only her eyes showing, which darted around, but she didn't dare to look at Xiao Che.
Xiao Che smiled, blew out the bedside lamp, and pulled him, blanket and all, into his arms.
"Go to sleep." He placed a gentle kiss on Lin Yan's head.
In the darkness, Lin Yan's tense body gradually relaxed, with Xiao Che's reliable chest behind him and a reassuring aura surrounding his nose.
Exhaustion and drowsiness washed over him like a tide. Lin Yan mumbled something that no one could hear, snuggled closer to the warm source behind him, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Xiao Che listened to his gradually even and long breathing, then pulled him out of the blanket and tucked him into his arms.
His heart was filled with an indescribable sense of fullness; even His Majesty the Emperor had the concerns of an ordinary person.
It seems that we should find more "official business" in the future and keep his Vice Minister Lin in the palace for "nighttime talks".
Such "nighttime talks" are always welcome.
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