The scorching heat was overwhelming and domineering.
Yan Zhuoxu entwined her soft tongue, swallowing all her cries and gasps.
Shen Zhiyi was forced backward by his force.
Yan Zhuoxu's eyes were dark and deep. He grabbed her wrist and, with just one hand, shackled her hands behind her back like a pair of chains, then pushed her forward forcefully.
She was then forced to sit up and meet his burning chest.
With his other hand, he circled the prayer beads, inserted them between her arms, and slowly climbed and caressed them up her spine.
The cool sandalwood beads rolled down her spine, one by one.
Gently press and knead through the thin fabric.
Extremely patient.
It enveloped her like a dense net, stirring up all her fiery emotions and causing Shen Zhiyi's entire body to tremble slightly.
"Hmm..."
She opened her lips and let out a soft, tingling moan.
The rough tongue then forced its way in.
To invade, to attack.
Show no mercy.
Shen Zhiyi's eyes were filled with tears, but she was forced to stand on tiptoe and endure it all.
His demands were forceful and irrational, as if he were venting his frustrations.
It was as if she was being punished for looking at others, listening to others, responding to others, and using those sweet smiles and words on anyone but him.
Yan Zhuoxu felt a strange, aching sensation throughout her body and mind.
Driven by an inexplicable jealousy, he kissed her with increasing force.
Excessive tasting.
He let out a very low sigh.
In that instant, he discarded all the Buddhist scriptures and doctrines in his mind.
All that remained was her sweet fragrance and gentle warmth.
He succumbed to his desires uncontrollably and became entangled with her.
Yan Zhuoxu tilted her neck back, and a passionate kiss traveled down from her lips to her earlobe and neck.
Every inch of force was profound.
Like a mark, it left its own mark on her.
"Master..." Shen Zhiyi had nowhere to hide, her whole body was engulfed by the terrifying heat, and she melted softly into his equally scorching chest.
"You called me by the wrong name." He bit her neck.
Shen Zhiyi bit her lip, almost crying out.
She grabbed his hair, paused for a moment, and then spoke as he wished: "Yanzhi..."
Yan Zhuoxu stopped moving.
He bent down, released her wrist, and instead grabbed her slender waist, pressing her tightly against his body.
"So, you remember everything."
He lowered his eyes and gazed at her silently. "Shen Zhiyi, you approached me for a reason."
"Was your drunkenness that night intentional?"
His voice lowered, and his fingertips slowly caressed her waist, "deliberately leading me to break my vows and turn my back on Buddha."
"That's incredibly bold."
Shen Zhiyi raised her misty eyes and looked at him with slightly swollen lips.
"Hasn't the master already guessed it?"
She gently pressed her hands against his chest, as if trying to push away the heat emanating from him.
She was almost completely disoriented.
"I was sent by His Majesty to persuade you to return to the palace."
"Your Highness, would you still be willing to kiss me now?"
Shen Zhiyi was a little apprehensive.
He is really smart.
Even in her moments of depravity and depravity, she could still detect her impure motives with just one sentence.
If we continue to conceal it, it will only backfire.
Now that four of the five precepts of Buddhism have been broken, I might as well reveal my identity and see how he responds.
Yan Zhuoxu remained silent for a long time.
He suddenly lifted her up.
"Your Highness!" Shen Zhiyi exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Yan Zhuoxu carried her and sat down at the table and chair.
He held her in his arms, pinched the back of her neck, and forced her to look up at him.
"Was it voluntary?"
His eyes were like deep pools, like a dark net covering her body.
Not missing a single expression on her face.
He spoke in a deep voice, repeating, "Did you come here under duress from imperial power, or did you approach us willingly?"
"Shen Zhiyi, tell me."
"Was it voluntary?"
"Does it matter?" Shen Zhiyi asked boldly, looking up at him.
But then he met a burning gaze.
Like the most predatory beast, it roamed and licked every inch of her face.
She lowered her eyelashes uncontrollably, her cheeks flushed.
Yan Zhuoxu looked at her for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "That's true."
"unimportant."
Regardless of her reasons for coming.
What kind of mood was it with?
He will never let go.
Therefore, it's not important.
He leaned down and whispered close to her lips, "Did you take my handkerchief?"
Shen Zhiyi's ears were burning.
Recalling the silk handkerchief that had fallen from his loosened monk's robe, she softly defended herself.
"That's mine..."
Yan Zhuoxu slowly pressed down, taking her lower lip into his mouth, and kissed her gently.
“My things are on it.”
"Once I've used it, it's mine."
Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what was happening, her face flushed red.
"You, you..."
Yan Zhuoxu chuckled softly, pried open her lips, and pressed his tongue inside. "Where did you put it?"
"Mmm..." Shen Zhiyi's lips and tongue were once again captured by him, and the words that came out were all broken into moans.
His slender finger bones gradually moved upwards.
He slipped into the gap in the hem of her dress around her waist.
"Not going to talk?"
"Then I'll find it myself."
Shen Zhiyi's fingers, gripping his collar, trembled.
That's too much...
It was clearly him who wouldn't let her say it...
His large, broad hands groped among her clothes, covering her instead of the fabric that he had stretched open.
The search was a long and arduous process.
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