"That's right!" Heyue wasn't modest at all, and even took the opportunity to climb the social ladder, glancing sideways at the Thirteenth Prince with a smile on her lips: "Don't you even know whose maid you are!"
The Thirteenth Prince was speechless: "You really have a thick skin."
"Can being thin-skinned put food on the table? Besides, I'm just telling the truth, okay?"
"Alright, alright, you're right, it's settled then." The Thirteenth Prince smiled helplessly, but the smile was full of indulgence.
"Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore. I still need to deliver porridge to Fourth Master." Heyue waved her hand and walked towards the study.
The Thirteenth Prince grabbed her hand, noticing its softer texture than usual. He quickly pulled his hand back, pursed his lips, and hurriedly explained, "Don't go. Let the maid go. You can talk to her."
Seeing his blush, Heyue chuckled inwardly. It was just an accidental touch of his hand, yet he was so innocent.
He readily nodded, "Okay." He then instructed Yu Ying, "Take it over there, and tell her that I said Fourth Master must rest, understand?"
The Thirteenth Prince, standing to the side, was speechless. What gave her the audacity to order her Fourth Brother around? She was truly spoiled rotten.
She felt a little uncomfortable; she cared more about her fourth brother than about herself.
He tugged impatiently at her sleeve: "Alright, let's go!"
Heyue pouted and followed the Thirteenth Prince.
Yu Ying stood there dumbfounded after hearing He Yue's words. She watched as the princess and the thirteenth prince left, tightened her grip on the food box, and as if she had made up her mind, slowly turned and went to the study.
Heyue followed the Thirteenth Prince, turning left and right, until they arrived near a rockery and pond.
The Thirteenth Prince went up the artificial hill first, then pulled Heyue up with him. The two sat together, facing the setting sun.
The Thirteenth Prince took out a transverse flute from his bosom: "Would you like to listen to some music?"
He Yue's eyes lit up, and she nodded: "I like it!"
She had never heard the Thirteenth Prince play the flute before, and she was still very curious.
I never expected him to be able to play the flute. It's true that the royal children are not only good at martial arts, but also very talented.
The Thirteenth Prince smiled, bathed in the soft, warm glow of the orange sunset.
The flute was placed to the lips, and a melodious and cheerful tune began to play.
Heyue rested her chin on her hands and looked at the Thirteenth Prince playing the flute. She saw that he had changed from his usual willful and cute boyish appearance, and now he exuded a dashing and unrestrained and serious and focused demeanor.
This was the first time He Yue had ever seen such a charming thirteenth prince, and she was momentarily stunned by his beauty.
The thirteenth prince turned his head and saw her dazed expression, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, the flute music stopped, and the Thirteenth Prince poked her soft cheek with his finger.
He Yue woke up abruptly, and seeing the mischievous look in the boy's eyes, her face flushed red.
Good heavens! She was actually fascinated by a little kid and was even staring blankly at him.
That's so embarrassing!
She quickly looked away, turning her face away. She wanted to say something to ease the awkwardness, but suddenly felt her throat and lips were dry. She subconsciously licked her lips, secretly annoyed. Could she have really been bewitched by his good looks?
She couldn't help but turn her head to look at the Thirteenth Prince again.
But then she saw the Thirteenth Prince looking at her with a smile, clearly mocking her lack of self-control.
To be honest, the Thirteenth Prince now looks very different from the little boy he once was.
At fifteen, the Thirteenth Prince was already a true young man, with a handsome and refined appearance, eyes like stars, and when he smiled, it was as if the entire starry sky was contained in that smile.
As she watched, He Yue felt her throat getting drier and drier, and a surge of lust rose in her lower abdomen.
This feeling was familiar to her, and He Yue almost bit off her tongue in her panic.
No way! She actually has these feelings for a boy who is so much younger than her!
Although I knew in my heart that I shouldn't look at him anymore and should leave as soon as possible, for some reason, I just couldn't take my eyes off him, as if he were an ice cream, tempting me to taste it.
Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of her and waved it vigorously.
Heyue saw the Thirteenth Prince looking at her with a puzzled and worried expression: "What's wrong? Why is your face so red?" Thinking of something, she frowned: "Could it be that you have a fever?"
"You're the one with a fever!" Heyue muttered in dissatisfaction.
After saying that, He Yue felt as if he had really turned into an ice cream cone. He Yue laughed and couldn't help but lean in and gently lick that pink spot.
The person in front of him suddenly froze, his eyes narrowed, and he stared nervously at the girl in front of him with her hazy eyes and her cheeks as red as peach blossoms. He swallowed hard.
Trying to escape, the girl grabbed him and began to kiss him harder.
The thirteenth prince gasped in pain, his face flushed crimson, his eyes darting around, unable to look at her, yet he couldn't help but fix his gaze on her, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused.
The pain in his lips made his face darken.
What are they treating him like?!
He clenched his fists, wanting to push her away, but he couldn't bear to part with that softness.
Heyue licked for a while, but felt it wasn't enough. She frowned, a little displeased, and immediately and skillfully probed her tongue inside.
With a loud "boom!", the Thirteenth Prince felt like he was about to explode. He stared at the girl in a daze, his eyes wide with disbelief.
...
study.
With a sharp "bang," the bowl of porridge was knocked to the ground, and a panicked female voice rang out briefly before being drowned out.
The man forcefully pressed the woman against the edge of the desk, tearing off her clothes violently. His eyes were bloodshot as he kissed her heavily, hurting her.
A tear slid down the corner of the woman's eye as she sobbed, quickly becoming lost in thought, and wrapped her arms around the man's strong waist.
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