Shen Youying lingered in the bathroom, unwilling to leave.
Seeing that she hadn't come out for a long time, Xue Shen smiled and went straight to the bathroom. But when he pushed the door open, he found that the door was locked, and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Why aren't you out yet? If you keep dawdling, I'm coming in."
"That's it!"
The sudden noise startled Shen Youying. She hurriedly got out of the bathtub, dried herself with a large towel, and quickly changed her clothes.
Since she didn't need to go out right now, the bathroom only had a nightgown. She hadn't thought there was anything wrong with long sleeves and pants, but now, looking at the full, spring-like curves of her chest, she felt that the clothes were too thin.
She bit her lip, brushed her half-dry long hair to cover her chest, and reluctantly went out.
Fortunately, Xue Shen was not guarding the bathroom door. She breathed a slight sigh of relief and slowly went out. She saw Xue Shen standing in front of the table pouring tea, wearing only his underpants and with his upper body bare.
Shen Youying was a little unaccustomed to the way he stood up, and her mind was filled with many unanswered questions.
But at that moment, all she could see was Xue Shen's tall, muscular, bare torso, and her barely sorted thoughts were instantly thrown into disarray again.
Xue Shen was taller than she had imagined; when he stood up, he was more than half a head taller than her.
Shen Youying was already considered tall among the noble ladies of Tokyo, but when she stood next to Xue Shen and looked up at him, she still had a feeling of being intimidated and suppressed.
He seemed to have no intention of hiding it anymore, his imposing manner as fierce as a wild beast in the mountains.
Shen Youying lowered her eyes and sat on the daybed to dry her hair.
Because of Xue Shen's special status, there was no one else in the room to serve her, so she had to wring out her long hair herself with some difficulty.
Xue Shen glanced at her, picked up his teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.
Shen Youying noticed that his Adam's apple was unusually large and protruding. Because he had just engaged in strenuous exercise, there were still bulging veins on the side of his neck. At this moment, with the action of swallowing, his Adam's apple moved up and down, giving off an indescribable erotic vibe.
Especially since he drank so quickly, a drop of tea dripped down his chin and landed right on his prominent Adam's apple, making it even more...
Shen Youying quickly stopped her wandering thoughts, her face flushed and she felt embarrassed to look away.
Whether Xue Shen did it on purpose or was truly oblivious to his own shortcomings, after quenching his thirst, he actually walked behind Shen Youying, took the handkerchief from her hand, and dried her hair.
Shen Youying felt a little uncomfortable and tried to stop her, saying, "I can do it myself."
Xue Shen ignored her and gently wiped her thick, black hair in his palm.
"Don't you have any questions?"
Shen Youying's eyelashes trembled. "Of course."
One question after another popped into my head; if I were to ask them all, there would be a long queue.
For example, how Xue Shen brought her back from the Prince Chen's residence;
For example, Xue Shen's legs;
For example, the familiar injury on Xue Shen's arm...
With so many questions piled up, Shen Youying didn't know which one to ask first, and could only hesitate before saying, "The prince's leg..."
"It's healed." Xue Shen chuckled, his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally tracing the sensitive back of her neck. "It's not convenient for anyone to know for now."
Shen Youying quietly turned her head to the side, secretly admiring his acting skills.
Having just been intimate with her, she knew best how long and strong those legs were, showing no sign of weakness from recovering from a serious illness, suggesting they had been healed long ago.
It's amazing how he could be so patient and good at pretending; even his wife was fooled.
Shen Youying unconsciously bit her lip, her mind a jumbled mess: "Then the injury on your arm..."
To everyone's surprise, Xue Shen showed no sign of guilt or shortness of breath upon hearing this. Instead, he retorted in a low voice, "The Princess used a hairpin to stab you, and you've already forgotten?"
Shen Youying: "..."
She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.
He was the one who pretended to be an assassin to intimidate her first, and she only fought back to protect herself. How come it's like she was the one who did something wrong now?
However, she was never as thick-skinned as Xue Shen, so she wisely refrained from arguing about the topic.
She fidgeted with her fingers, then asked hesitantly, "Is Your Highness plotting something...?"
She didn't really want to ask this question, but since things had come to this point, Xue Shen was practically telling her the answer outright. If she pretended to be clueless, it would only make her look ridiculous.
Xue Shen did not hide anything, and simply hummed in agreement, saying, "There are some things I will tell you another day."
Shen Youying wasn't the type to pry, so she nodded obediently and sensibly.
Seeing that she didn't speak and was looking down as if she was thinking about something, Xue Shen let down her half-dry long hair and combed it. He hooked his fingers around her collar and said, "It's all wet. Take it off."
Shen Youying followed his finger and realized that when she had swept her wet hair to her chest to cover herself, the water droplets had soaked her clothes. The already thin fabric clung to her skin, revealing her undergarments.
She shrugged and whispered, "I'll go change."
Xue Shen held onto her shoulders, refusing to let go, and leaned down to sniff her neck: "Since you're going to take your clothes off anyway, why waste your time?"
Shen Youying's face flushed crimson, and she glared at him with a mixture of shyness and anger: "Your Highness, what... what..."
How can you be so shameless!
Her eyes were filled with tears, her face flushed, and she was too embarrassed and annoyed to speak.
Xue Shen picked her up and made her kneel on the couch. He leaned down to bite her, his laughter deep: "Hmm, Your Highness needs to get used to it quickly."
After all, he had never had a princess before, so he had no way of experiencing the pleasures of it.
...
In bed, Shen Youying was no match for Xue Shen, whether in strength or skill.
Xue Shen could easily turn her into a lump of spring water, kneading and playing with her at will. The two lingered until evening before Xue Shen finally let her go.
Shen Youying's face was flushed, and her voice was so hoarse that she couldn't speak.
Xue Shen seemed to like her very much, holding her in his arms like a child and feeding her water from a teacup.
Shen Youying was indeed thirsty, and drank the water rather hastily from his hand.
She hadn't even taken two sips when he grabbed her chin and turned her around to kiss her.
Having eaten and drunk their fill, this kiss was tender and lingering. Shen Youying tilted her head back to receive it, her eyelashes trembling, her breath catching in her throat.
Xue Shen bit her lip one last time, then released her. Seeing that she was almost out of breath, he patted her back and said cryptically, "It seems that the princess's aphrodisiac has been passed on to me."
Shen Youying: "..."
Her face flushed red, and she couldn't help but retort in a low voice, "It's clearly the prince who is indulging in debauchery."
To everyone's surprise, Xue Shen raised an eyebrow and admitted it, then kissed her earlobe almost imperceptibly and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, I am licentious. Who made Zhao Zhao so alluring?"
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