Yun Chan's kisses were chaotic and disorderly.
The smell of alcohol, his own cool fragrance, all mixed together.
His breath, his lips and teeth, were filled with his scent, the scent of wine.
Yuan Yao gradually became obsessed...
I don't know how much time passed, but my neck felt slightly warm.
His burning lips almost scorched her neck.
Yuan Yao's limbs went weak, and her breathing became unsteady as she raised her hand to push him: "Yun Chan... you should go back..."
"Don't send me away..."
Yun Chan's voice had a nasal quality, as if she were being coquettish.
Yuan Yao almost lost control.
She gripped Yun Chan's clothes tightly with both hands and said with difficulty, "I won't send you away, you...you stop first."
"No..." Yun Chan continued stubbornly.
Yuan Yao: "..."
Her mind wasn't very clear, but she still remembered that her father was next door!
Yuan Yao freed her hands and cupped Yun Chan's chin.
His eyes were beautiful yet dreamy.
Looking at Yuan Yao, he parted his thin, moist lips slightly, wanting to nuzzle his chin against her shoulder: "Yuan Yao, I feel unwell..."
"Hmm? Where does it hurt?" Yuan Yao asked.
Yun Chan looked down.
Yuan Yao followed him and looked down.
Upon seeing this, she immediately blushed.
Yuan Yao almost bit her tongue: "Yun...Yun Chan, you're drunk. Shall I take you back to your room first?"
"No." Yun Chan raised his chin and leaned in to kiss her again.
Yuan Yao: "..."
She tilted her head to the side.
My cheeks felt slightly hot.
Yun Chan's lips landed on her face, and he blinked.
And so, his lips traced down her cheek, jawline, neck, and collarbone...
Yuan Yao's hair stood on end!
Just as she was about to push Yunchan away firmly, he suddenly stopped moving.
"Yun Chan?" Yuan Yao gently shook him.
Yun Chan's thin lips parted slightly, but her thin, beautiful eyelids were already closed.
From Yuan Yao's perspective, all he saw were his long, thick, beautiful eyebrows, his long, slightly upturned eyelashes, and his high, straight, delicate nose...
You fell asleep already?
Yuan Yao gritted her teeth and helped the person to lie down on the bed.
Yunchan's sleeping face is both adorable and beautiful.
And his lips are so soft.
As if possessed, Yuan Yao bent down and secretly kissed him.
It's so soft!
Soft and sweet!
At this moment, Yun Chan raised her long, slender, fair, and well-defined fingers and subconsciously tugged at her collar.
Seeing this, Yuan Yao asked curiously, "Yun Chan, are you hot?"
Yun Chan snorted and continued to pull at her clothes.
It looks like it's getting hot.
Yuan Yao coughed lightly and reached out to help him take off his clothes.
I was only halfway through undressing when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Yuan Yao was so startled that she withdrew her hand.
She looked towards the door and asked, "Who is it?"
A somewhat familiar voice came from outside the door, "Princess, it's your subordinate..."
Yuan Yao paused for a moment, then asked, "Who?"
The person outside the door remained silent.
After a long pause, he finally replied, "Night."
night?
Isn't that Yun Chan's master?
Yuan Yao quickly looked herself over.
Very well, clothes are disheveled.
She grabbed a cloak, wrapped herself in it, and then carefully walked to the door, opening it a crack to reveal her small head: "Night, is something wrong?"
He kept his eyes straight ahead... no, his face, hidden beneath the black mist, was burning hot, and he dared not even glance around.
He coughed lightly and handed over a tray: "The Prince said he was hungry, so he ordered the kitchen to make a midnight snack."
Did Father ask you to do it?
Yuan Yao didn't think much of it, smiled and took the tray, saying to Ye, "Thank you, Ye."
Ye coughed lightly and said, "His Highness said that this late-night snack is a local specialty, and the princess must be made to taste it properly and not waste it."
Yuan Yao nodded: "I understand!"
Ye bowed respectfully and said, "This subordinate takes his leave."
After speaking, taking advantage of the darkness obscuring his view, he boldly peeked into the crack.
A piece of snow-white clothing fell out from under the covers.
really……
Night's steps faltered slightly as she strode away.
Yuan Yao served the midnight snack and closed the door.
By candlelight, she finally saw clearly what the Ninth Prince had sent via Night—
Grilled garlic.
The garlic was whole, with the top cut off, then brushed with sauce and sprinkled with chili powder.
It looks quite appetizing.
It smells quite nice...
But is it really okay to eat garlic late at night?
Will I have bad breath tomorrow morning?
Will I smell like garlic all over?
Yuan Yao was astonished: "Why has Father suddenly developed such unusual tastes?"
She gently picked up a clove of garlic and sniffed it.
It smells pretty good.
I don't know how it was baked.
Father said, we must not waste...
But what if I eat it and my mouth smells like garlic tomorrow?
What if Yunchan wants to kiss her?
What if the smoke affects Yunchan?
Will she be disliked?
If you don't eat it, your father will be very sad if he finds out!
Oh no!
How come the State of Chu has such a unique food as roasted garlic?
Can't we bake something else?
Yuan Yao resignedly picked up a clove of garlic and gently peeled off the skin.
After peeling it, she took a small bite out of intense curiosity.
Her eyes lit up when she took that bite.
This garlic was roasted until it was very soft, tender, and flavorful.
Upon closer tasting, there was surprisingly little garlic flavor; the garlic cloves were soft, tender, and delicate, with a hint of natural garlic sweetness in addition to the seasoning flavor…
After just one bite, Yuan Yao couldn't stop eating.
I ate both cloves of garlic.
After finishing the roasted garlic, she rinsed her mouth, washed her hands, and then fed Yunchan a glass of warm water.
After feeding her, she prepared to stand up to digest her food.
Before I could even reach the bedside, there was another knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Yuan Yao turned around and asked.
"It's me." Po Yue's voice came from outside the door.
Since it was Poyue, Yuan Yao simply said, "The door isn't locked, come in."
The next moment, Po Yue pushed open the door and entered.
He also had a tray in his hand.
Po Yue glanced at the bed before asking, "Is that all?"
Yuan Yao: "?"
Her face flushed, and she said irritably, "What are you saying?"
What's over?
Can't you put less risqué stuff in Po Yue's head?
Yuan Yao closed the window, put her hands behind her back, and walked briskly toward Po Yue: "What are you carrying?"
Po Yue replied, "Your Majesty ordered some food and asked me to bring you a portion."
"Still eating?" Yuan Yao asked in surprise.
"You don't have to eat it," Po Yue said expressionlessly. "Anyway, if Qian Sui knew that his feelings had been wasted, he would only be saddened in silence."
Yuan Yao: "..."
eat!
She ate it!
She held out her hand: "Give me the things!"
How could she bear to waste her father's good intentions?
A faint smile appeared on Po Yue's cold face: "Qian Sui will be very pleased to know that you ate it."
Yuan Yao: "..."
Fortunately, she went for a walk after dinner.
My stomach is still empty.
It's still edible!
Yuan Yao took the tray.
Upon closer inspection, she looked puzzled: "Why is it chives?"
Po Yue introduced, "This is roasted leeks with mutton fat. I've tried it, and it tastes very good."
Roasted leeks with mutton fat?
Mutton fat has a very strong, gamey smell, and chives also have a very strong odor...
This is doubly intense!
Yuan Yao tentatively asked, "Did Father order anything else?"
“That’s all,” Po Yue replied.
Yuan Yao breathed a sigh of relief.
She stared at the glistening, roasted chives sprinkled with chili powder, and silently swallowed.
What triggered this in Father?
Yuan Yao took the tray and casually asked, "Po Yue, what's wrong with Father tonight? Why is he having a midnight snack, and even ordered garlic and chives?"
Po Yue gripped her hand hanging by her side, her icy voice barely concealed: "Eat first, I'll tell you as you eat."
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