Chapter 161 Reckless
Seeing this, Li Yuanzhao simply stood up from his chair, walked slowly towards him, and stopped in front of him.
Shen Churong could smell a faint, cool fragrance emanating from her, not the usual scent of cosmetics, but a crisp, ink-like fragrance that made his heart itch even more.
Why aren't you saying anything?
Her voice was lower than usual, carrying a hint of nonchalant languor, yet it brushed against his heart like a feather.
Almost instinctively, bewildered, and flustered, Shen Churong took a large step back.
He forgot that there was a chair behind him, and his leg hit the hard wood, almost causing him to stumble and fall. Fortunately, he managed to steady himself by grabbing the chair arm in time.
Even though he was in such a predicament, Li Yuanzhao took another half step closer, "What's wrong? Are you afraid of me?"
"No... I'm not afraid!"
Shen Churong's voice trembled almost imperceptibly, and his eyes darted away, avoiding her gaze.
Seeing this, Li Yuanzhao couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch his cheek with his fingertips.
"Then why are you hiding?"
The more she looked at his face today, the more pleasing it became to her eyes, especially his expression of wanting to hide but not daring to, yearning but not daring to, which really piqued her interest.
Chen Yanqing stood behind the two of them, watching this scene, feeling as if her heart was about to break.
Shen Churong's bewilderment was clearly a ploy of feigned reluctance in his eyes.
But Li Yuanzhao seems to fall for this very thing.
He bit his lower lip hard, suppressing the sob in his throat, and finally turned and left the room considerately.
The moment the door closed, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he could hardly breathe.
Only the two of them remained in the room. Shen Churong's cheek was being pinched by her, and his words were muffled, "No… I just… I think…"
He stammered for a long time but couldn't come up with a coherent explanation.
Li Yuanzhao's fingertips remained on his cheek, with a subtle pressure.
"Did I force you?"
"I didn't force you!" Shen Churong hurriedly retorted, his tone tinged with urgency, as if afraid she would misunderstand. "Your Highness, I didn't force you!"
Just moments ago, she had blurted out "sister," but now she was respectfully calling him "Your Highness."
It seemed as if he subconsciously felt that he had already humbled himself to the dust in front of her, and only by being so respectful could he beg for a shred of pity.
Li Yuanzhao's hand, which had been pinching his cheek, slowly moved down, stroking his chin, his thumb gently caressing his lips.
She then forcefully grabbed his face, bringing the two of them even closer.
"Why are you calling me Your Highness again?"
Her lips brushed close to his ear, her breath caressing his neck with a warm sensation that made Shen Churong feel his heart pounding in his chest, and even his ears burning hot.
He turned his head and met her half-smiling eyes, finally mustering the courage to ask, "Your Highness...may I ask?"
Her tone was more earnest and eager than before, instantly heating up the ambiguous atmosphere in the air.
Upon hearing this, Li Yuanzhao's smile deepened. Without uttering a word, he lowered his head and kissed his lips.
Shen Churong's eyes instantly reddened, as if a person who had been thirsty for a long time had finally touched a sweet spring and instinctively chased after that burning passion.
His response was awkward yet passionate; he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace.
That was the physique developed in the military camp, just like Li Yuanzhao's—tough and strong.
These two bodies, honed through years of martial arts training, displayed an astonishing harmony at this moment, their warmth and strength palpable even through their clothing.
Li Yuanzhao felt a pair of strong, powerful hands wrap around his waist, the force carrying the urgency unique to young people.
She stepped back slightly, and a slightly ambiguous sound accompanied their lips as they parted.
Shen Churong was still immersed in the heat of the moment and subconsciously wanted to chase after her, but when he met her still clear eyes, he forcibly held back.
However, the corners of his eyes were even redder, like a dog that hadn't eaten enough.
Li Yuanzhao's gaze swept from his misty eyes, past his reddened lips, and finally landed on the hands that were tightly gripping his waist.
A playful smile appeared on her lips: "Looks like your martial arts training wasn't in vain."
Shen Churong's face instantly flushed red. His competitive spirit was aroused, and he pulled the other person closer, almost pressing their chests together, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Your Highness, try it and you'll see."
Li Yuanzhao chuckled softly, his palm sliding down the man's chest, across his firm pectoral muscles and waistline, finally stopping below his abdomen. He applied slight pressure, feeling the taut strength within.
In that instant, Shen Churong could no longer restrain himself, gripped her shoulders tightly, and leaned down to kiss her again.
The two kissed their way from the main hall to the inner room, the sounds of their clothes rubbing together and their soft, panting breaths mingling together.
When they reached the bedside, Li Yuanzhao had already stripped Shen Churong of his upper garment, revealing his strong, wheat-colored skin.
The muscles are smooth and powerful, every inch exuding tension ready to be unleashed.
Li Yuanzhao smiled with satisfaction, placing his palm on his waist and abdomen, feeling the firmness and slight trembling beneath his palm.
Shen Churong's body trembled slightly, and she called out, "Sister..."
Li Yuanzhao narrowed his eyes and pushed Shen Churong hard, causing her to fall onto the bed covered with a white brocade quilt.
The jade crown that held her hair back slipped off, and her long, black hair spread out.
This demeanor possessed both the clarity and innocence unique to youth, and was also tinged with intense desire.
This contradictory atmosphere made the smile in Li Yuanzhao's eyes deepen, and he leaned closer.
"Then let me...give it a try."
Shen Churong looked up, his eyes brimming with undisguised longing.
His breathing was heavy and rapid, his hands gripped her waist tightly, and he pushed upwards.
Inside the room, the light was dim, and on the white bed, shadows rose and fell, intertwining.
...
The next day, sunlight shone through the thin gauze curtains into the inner veil.
When Li Yuanzhao woke up, he felt completely refreshed.
The person beside her was still fast asleep, his strong arms still stubbornly wrapped around her waist.
She pushed it aside and sat up.
The pure white mattress slid down, revealing the mottled red marks on his body.
She frowned; children often don't know their own strength when they're being rough.
She turned to look at Shen Churong, who was still asleep beside her.
The boy's sleeping face was docile, a stark contrast to his energetic state last night.
It's rare for her to try such intense sexual activity.
Honestly, these raw and clumsy kids actually taste pretty good; they have a unique flavor.
Since it suits their tastes, it's fine to indulge them a little more.
She didn't wake him; she got up, dressed, and went out to practice martial arts.
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