Chapter 139 Lucky Star Theater
Yanmao District, Fuxing Theater.
When the last red curtain light fell, accompanied by the villain's shrill screams, the actors' extremely dedicated performances and the passionate background music that announced the protagonists' great victory, the entire theater fell into a brief, suffocating silence.
The next second——
"good--!!!"
"Good fight! It feels so good!!"
"Woo woo woo, the poor little thing finally made it!"
"That bitch! She deserves it! It makes my teeth itch!"
"Your Majesty is so handsome! That look kills me!"
"The little puppy guard is so loyal! I want to rub him so much!"
The thunderous applause, cheers, and shouts of applause, mixed with excited and incoherent discussions and auntie laughter, almost blew the dome of the newly built theater!
The ladies clapped their hands until they turned red, the young ladies twisted their handkerchiefs into pieces, and some were so excited that they stood up directly with red eyes. It was obvious that they were immersed in the plot, following the protagonist all the way from being depressed to being proud. At this moment, they just felt that all the anger in their chests was released, and they felt refreshed!
Backstage, through the special observation hole, Nangong Yue excitedly grabbed Shen Xiaoyun's hand. Although the latter was still nervously protecting her waist and abdomen, a sincere smile and pride appeared on his face.
"It's done! Aunt! We're done!"
Nangong Yue's voice trembled slightly.
At this moment, in the exclusive box on the second floor of the theater with the best view.
Dongfang Yuning was like a lazy and satisfied cat, sinking completely into the soft chair covered with a thick velvet blanket. To be more precise, she was sinking into the arms of Nangong Ye, her own exclusive human-shaped constant-temperature heater and cushion.
Her little face was flushed with a healthy blush due to excitement and the heat of the theater, her eyes were surprisingly bright, and the corners of her mouth were filled with a smug smile that she couldn't suppress.
During the performance just now, she was more absorbed in it than anyone else, gritting her teeth and clapping her hands in approval as she followed the plot, completely immersed in the melodramatic world she had created with her own hands.
Nangong Ye held her steadily, his large palm naturally covering her lower abdomen, his chin resting lightly on the top of her head, his eyes seemingly calmly scanning the boiling crowd below and the actors who were taking their curtain call on the stage.
His gaze lingered for a few seconds longer, especially on the young actor who played the loyal, sunny and handsome guard.
The young man was indeed born with a good appearance, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a clean smile, and an upright posture. When he took his bow, his eyes looked towards the box on the second floor with a look full of admiration and gratitude, mainly for the princess's kindness in recognizing him.
[Ahhh! 118! Did you see that! Did you see that! It worked! It exploded! It exploded!]
Dongfang Yuning screamed wildly in her mind and wanted to jump up in excitement, but she was firmly locked by Nangong Ye's arms. She could only use her little fists to silently hit Nangong Ye's strong thighs to express her excitement.
System 118: [Ding! Host! This system is monitoring the entire process! Emotional energy peaks have broken all-time records! The 'Sweet Slap in the Face' module is operating perfectly!]
The "Sad Love" module exceeded its target! Audience satisfaction is 99.999%! The backend reservation system is overflowing! Scalper ticket prices are skyrocketing!
(The system flashes gold coins and firework effects like a mad rush) Host! You are the godmother of Yan Nation's entertainment! YYDS!]
【Hehehe, keep a low profile! 】
Dongfang Yuning was so happy that she was bubbling with joy.
[It's mainly because of Yue Er's ability to train the actors and my husband's support! Of course, my core creativity and melodramatic formula are the soul!]
Her eyes couldn't help but follow the little puppy actor who left the stage, with a bit of the satisfaction of a mother seeing her child succeed:
[Hmm, this little guard's acting is really good. His eye acting is spot on, and his fighting scenes are clean and sharp. He's a promising talent! I'll give him some more highlight scenes next time...]
"Ning'er."
A deep, magnetic voice rang close to the ear, carrying with it a subtle, almost imperceptible… sense of danger that was masked by the clamor of the theater.
Nangong Ye's warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe, causing Dongfang Yuning to subconsciously shrink her neck, and her attention was instantly drawn back.
"Hmm? Husband?"
She turned her head and met Nangong Ye's deep eyes that were so close to her.
In the dim light of the box, the eyes seemed particularly deep, like the deep sea in the dark night, calm on the surface but with turbulent undercurrents lurking within.
Nangong Ye didn't say anything, but just tightened his arms, almost making her fit perfectly in his arms.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on her lips which were becoming more delicate and tempting due to excitement, then slowly moved them up to lock onto her eyes.
"The play just now,"
He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it clearly penetrated the turmoil below and entered Dongfang Yuning's ears.
“It’s really wonderful.”
Dongfang Yuning raised his chin proudly:
"That's right! Don't you even look at who wrote the script and who staged the play?"
"Um."
Nangong Ye's fingertips gently rubbed the soft flesh on her waist, bringing a slight electric current.
"Especially that young guard who was so loyal to his master. His performance was so convincing and heartfelt."
Dongfang Yuning: [? ]
She keenly caught a hint of something unusual.
System 118:
[Alert! Alert! Prince Yong's 'jealousy value' detected to be accumulating! Target: Little Milk Puppy Actor! Host! Danger!]
Sure enough, Nangong Ye's handsome face lowered a little, his tall nose almost touching her cheek, and his deep eyes locked onto her tightly, with an intense possessiveness and a hint of dangerous exploration surging in them.
"I saw Ning'er just now...what did she look so happy about?"
His voice lowered even more, with a bewitching hoarseness, and the ending tone was slightly raised, like a hook.
"When that young guard appeared, Ning'er's eyes lit up. When he knelt to express his loyalty, Ning'er... seemed particularly focused? Hmm?"
The last "hmm" carried an unquestionable sense of oppression, and warm breath sprayed on her face.
Dongfang Yuning:
【!!! Holy crap! Is this jealous bastard getting upset again?! God swear! The way I look at my 'son' is pure admiration! It's like a good horse breeder's delight in a talented horse!】
System 118:
[Host! Explanation is a cover-up! Cover-up means it's true! His Royal Highness Prince Yong's jealousy is as great as the Pacific Ocean! The little pup is nice, but the prince's warning to 'reinvigorate the husband' is more deadly!]
It is recommended to start the "smoothing fur" program immediately! (The system displays a "jealousy MAX" progress bar above Nangong Ye's head, with a picture of a big cat with its fur standing on end.)
“I…I don’t have that!”
Dongfang Yuning tried to argue, but her face turned even redder, not sure if it was because of the heat or the embarrassment.
"I just think he acted well! It fits the role! Yes, it's what the role requires! I'm the head coach, it's my job to pay attention to the actors' performance!"
She tried to look serious.
"Oh? My duty?"
Nangong Ye's lips curled up into a smile, but his eyes looked even more dangerous.
"Then Ning'er, tell me, who is better, that little puppy guard... or is it me...?"
His palm had slid from her waist to the back of her neck without her noticing, and his fingertips with thin calluses gently pinched her delicate skin, bringing a tingling shudder.
That look clearly said: If you dare to say even one wrong word, tonight I will let you deeply experience what it means to be a husband's boss!
Dongfang Yuning:
[Help! Fatal question! 118! Quick! Give me some cheesy love talk!]
System 118:
[Ding! Urgently retrieve the 'Life-Saving Intelligence Database'! Plan 1: 'My husband is the cloud in the sky, and my little puppy is the mud on the ground!'
Option 2: 'His fragrance is on the skin, but your fragrance is deep in my bones!'
Option 3: 'My husband's scent is ambergris, and he is the scent of wildflowers by the roadside!'
Option 4: 'In my heart, my husband will always be number one. The little puppy is only fit to be a background!' Please choose as appropriate! (The system quickly scrolls through the love options)
In a flash, Dongfang Yuning's desire to survive instantly exploded! She suddenly stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Nangong Ye's neck, pressing herself closer to him. She raised her little face and looked at him with her big, wet eyes filled with innocence and "sincerity". Her voice was soft and sticky, with a hint of grievance:
"Husband~~What are you talking about!"
She deliberately dragged out the tune, like it was coated with honey.
"What kind of little puppy is that? He's just a paper man in a script! How can he be half as charming as my husband?"
She leaned close to his ear and continued speaking in a whisper with a seductive intensity:
"My husband is the bright moon in the sky, shining brightly and uniquely! He is the firefly on the earth, a tiny light that is fleeting!
My husband is like a fine aged wine, mellow and lingering, the more you savor it, the more intoxicating it becomes! He? At best, he's just a bland sugar water! My husband is like a towering mountain, a place for you to look up to and rely on!
He is like a blade of grass by the roadside, falling down at the slightest gust of wind! My husband's fragrance... that is the beauty of a dragon and a phoenix, the natural nobility, the masculinity that captivates me...
She poured out all the sweet words provided by the system in one breath, processing and upgrading them herself. At the end, she didn't forget to rub Nangong Ye's jawline with the tip of her nose like a spoiled child. Her voice was so sweet that it could suffocate people:
"Husband~ Ning'er only has you in her eyes and heart! No matter how good-looking others are, they are just wooden stakes in front of me! Husband is the most fragrant! Husband is the most fragrant! The most fragrant in the universe! Ning'er only desires husband!"
System 118:
【!!! Host! Sweet talk hits the MAX! The earthy flavor is excessive! But... the effect is outstanding! His Royal Highness Prince Yong's 'jealousy value' is rapidly decreasing!】
The "pleasure value" soared! (The jealousy bar above Nangong Ye's head suddenly cleared to zero, replaced by pink bubbles and an upward arrow.)
Nangong Ye was caught off guard by her series of intensive and sincere flattery.
Looking at her delicate face so close to me, listening to her soft and sweet confession (although a bit corny), feeling her warm body and dependent rubbing, the jealousy and depression that were boiling in my heart, like a flame extinguished by a sweet rain, instantly turned into warm spring water.
The coldness and danger in his eyes quickly faded away, replaced by an intense doting and a hint of a pleased smile.
The fingers that were pinching the back of her neck changed to gentle caresses, and the other hand pinched her waist lightly as punishment.
"Smooth talk."
He gave a low scolding, but the danger in his voice was gone, leaving only helplessness and indulgence.
"I'll deal with you when I get back."
The villain in Dongfang Yuning's heart immediately made a victory gesture:
[Yeah! All clear! Cheesy love talk YYDS!]
System 118:
[Host! The crisis has been temporarily resolved! But the 'return and clean up' warning remains! We recommend preparing the 'soft-footed shrimp deluxe meal' in advance! Points... can continue to be credited! (The system displays a trembling Q-version figure)]
On the carriage back to the palace.
Without the hustle and bustle of the theater, the atmosphere in the enclosed space became particularly sticky and ambiguous.
Nangong Ye still held Dongfang Yuning tightly in his arms, not letting go for a moment.
Dongfang Yuning was like a lazy cat, enjoying the comfort of his own private heater, his fingers unconsciously playing with the tassels of the jade pendant on his waist.
"Ning'er."
Nangong Ye's low voice sounded in the quiet carriage, with a hint of lazy hoarseness.
"Um?"
Dongfang Yuning responded lazily.
"That play script..."
He paused, and gently stroked the inside of her slender wrist with his fingertips.
“Excellently written.”
Dongfang Yuning immediately perked up, rubbing her face against his chest, as if asking for credit:
"Right, right! I said melodrama is king! The torture is deep, the fights are exciting, and the audience will buy it!"
"Um."
Nangong Ye responded, but his fingertips began to move slowly upward along the inside of her wrist, causing a slight itch and trembling.
"It's just...I'm a little curious."
"What are you curious about?"
Dongfang Yuning was a little distracted by his touch, and her voice softened unconsciously.
Nangong Ye lowered his head, his warm lips almost touching her earlobe, his scorching breath spraying on it, his voice very low, with a seductive magnetism:
"When Ning'er wrote about the young guard's unwavering loyalty to the heroine, his obedience to her every command, and his willingness to sacrifice his life to protect her... who was she thinking of?"
His fingers had already slid to the inside of her arm, and through the thin fabric, he drew circles slowly and firmly, with a strong hint of meaning.
Dongfang Yuning:
[!!! Again?! Has this vinegar jar become a spirit?! Even jealous of the paper figures?!]
System 118:
[Host! Free question! There's only one correct answer! Please shout out that name!]
Dongfang Yuning suddenly had an idea, and he raised his head abruptly, holding Nangong Ye's handsome face with both hands. He looked into his deep eyes with an extremely "sincere" look, and every word he said was clear and incomparable:
"Of course I miss you, my husband!"
Her tone was firm.
"The prototype of that little guard is just one ten-thousandth of how good you are to me, my husband! His loyalty is not even one ten-thousandth of what you are to me, my husband!
His protection is not as good as the sky that my husband holds up for me! His sunshine is not as good as the light in my husband's eyes when he looks at me! When I write, my mind is full of my husband! Only my husband! "
Nangong Ye looked at her heartfelt confession, his own figure was clearly reflected in her beautiful eyes, which were truly filled with the stars of the world.
Even though he knew that this little thing was most likely trying to please him, his heart was still filled with great satisfaction and joy.
He chuckled softly, his chest vibrating, and said no more. He simply lowered his head and accurately captured her still chattering self-promotion.
“Hmm…!”
This kiss, with its unquestionable strength and strong possessiveness, instantly took away all of Dongfang Yuning's breath and thoughts.
He conquered her, absorbing her sweetness, wanting to imprint every word she had just said into the depths of her soul.
The carriage moved steadily along the silent street, leaving only the blushing and heart-pounding sound of lips and teeth rubbing against each other and the faint suppressed sobs in the carriage.
The air seemed to be ignited and the temperature continued to rise.
Dongfang Yuning was kissed so hard that her whole body became weak and her consciousness became blurred. She could only cling to his broad shoulders weakly and passively endure his passionate tide.
[118…I feel…I’m doomed tonight…Is the medicine…is it ready?]
She asked the system for help in the remaining moments of her consciousness.
System 118:
[Host! 'Soft-Footed Shrimp Deluxe Edition' has been redeemed! ! It has been injected into the bottle of rose fragrance you carry with you! Please use it when the opportunity arises! Good luck! (The system displays a cheering icon)]
It was unknown how long it took before Nangong Ye let her go reluctantly.
Dongfang Yuning's face was already as red as a rosy blossom, her eyes were blurred, and her red lips were slightly swollen. She was like a rose that had been severely ravaged but became even more beautiful. She leaned softly in his arms and gasped.
Nangong Ye caressed her slightly swollen lips with his fingertips tenderly, his eyes dark as the night, filled with an even more turbulent, unsatisfied desire.
He lowered his head and nuzzled her nose affectionately, his voice hoarse and full of hints:
"Ning'er... is home."
In the main courtyard, inside the sleeping hall.
The flickering candlelight illuminates the dim and warm atmosphere in the room.
Nangong Ye gently placed the person on the soft bed, but did not cover her immediately. Instead, he slowly and methodically unbuttoned his outer robe.
The dark-colored prince's robe was taken off, revealing the tight-fitting clothes of the same color underneath, outlining a perfect figure with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and full of power.
His movements were graceful, yet he carried a hunter's calmness and oppression. His eyes were always fixed on Dongfang Yuning, as if he was looking at prey that was about to be devoured.
Dongfang Yuning's scalp tingled and her heart pounded when he looked at her. She rolled her eyes and remembered the "life-saving medicine" given by the system.
"Husband~"
She called out in a delicate voice, trying to look innocent and well-behaved.
"I... I'm a little thirsty. I want to drink some rose water to moisten my throat..."
She pointed to the exquisite glass bottle on the dressing table.
Nangong Ye's eyes flickered slightly, and a knowing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't reveal it. He walked over as he was told and picked up the bottle of rose water.
The fingertips brushed lightly across the bottle mouth as if unintentionally.
He walked back to the bed and did not hand it to her immediately. Instead, he opened the bottle cap himself and smelled it.
"Mm, it smells delicious."
He glanced at Dongfang Yuning with a half-smile, then, in Dongfang Yuning's nervous and expectant eyes, he raised his head and took a big sip!
Dongfang Yuning:
【!!! ! ! ! Damn! I miscalculated! Why did he drink it himself?! 118! The medicine won't work on him!】
System 118:
[!!! Beep! Target not ingested as planned! Drug ineffective! Host! Tactical failure! Prepare for... the re-education of love! (The system silently covered itself with a 'mosaic' sign)]
Nangong Ye put down the bottle, with a trace of crystal dew still on his lips, which looked particularly tempting under the candlelight.
He leaned over, supporting his arms on both sides of Dongfang Yuning's body, completely enveloping her in his breath.
"Isn't Ning'er thirsty?"
He chuckled softly, his voice carrying the fragrance of roses and his unique clarity, blending into a fatal temptation, "As your husband...feed you."
Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head and grabbed her red lips again!
This time, it came with the sweet scent of roses, completely entangled with his domineering aura.
Dongfang Yuning's mind was blank. She only felt his hot tongue with a hint of sweetness, forcefully prying open her teeth, conquering her without giving her any chance to breathe.
The bottle of tampered rose water not only failed to be her life-saving straw, but instead became an accelerator, making the kiss even more lingering and sweet, making people's hearts tremble.
"Um...Aye...Brother..."
Dongfang Yuning's broken sobs were completely swallowed up.
Nangong Ye's kiss followed her graceful jawline all the way down to her slender neck, leaving a few ambiguous red marks.
The big hands were no longer idle, and they skillfully untied the laces of the pajamas, reached inside, and stroked the smooth and soft skin.
Wherever his fingertips passed, it was like igniting a prairie fire. Dongfang Yuning trembled all over, as if he was in a furnace, and could only cling to him helplessly, rising and falling with his rhythm.
"Ning'er..."
Nangong Ye's breathing also became heavy. He raised his head, his deep eyes were filled with undisguised lust that almost burned her to ashes, his voice was as hoarse as the friction of gravel.
"Tonight...look after your husband carefully."
He pinched her chin, forcing her blurry eyes to meet his burning gaze.
"Look carefully, who is loving you..."
"Look carefully, who is it...who has made you crazy..."
"Look carefully, Ning'er..."
He lowered his head, held her sensitive earlobe in his mouth, and declared in a whisper,
"From now on, in your eyes, heart, and body... there can only be me, your husband."
The moment the words fell, the last barrier was completely removed.
The candlelight flickered violently, illuminating the exquisitely carved bed curtains of the step-out bed, casting two closely intertwined, undulating figures.
The tiny suppressed sobs, heavy breathing, and the regular and ambiguous creaking of the bed under the heavy pressure intertwined into a blushing nocturne that belonged only to this private world.
Nangong Ye used his actions to restore the husband's authority in an extremely powerful and thorough manner.
Before Dongfang Yuning's consciousness completely sank into the vortex of lust, the only thing left in his mind was the wailing complaint left by System 118 before it disappeared:
[Host…this wave of 'deep dive into the implementation details'…I'm afraid we'll have to discuss it until dawn! Points…remember to return them…(signal interrupted)]
The night is still long.
The "in-depth discussion" between Prince Yong and his lucky princess has just begun.
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