Why are we kissing again?
Xiao Ji said, "It might not work, just trying it out."
Princess Xinyang frowned and said, "What on earth are you thinking about?"
Xiao Ji replied, "Or should I go find Long Yi instead?"
What nonsense is this?
How could she possibly let her husband go find another man in the middle of the night?
"You, you really..." She found it hard to voice the rest of her words.
Xiao Ji knew exactly what she was about to ask and nodded earnestly, "Truer than gold, if you don’t distract me, all I have in my head will be Long Yi."
Princess Xinyang rubbed her forehead.
After an internal struggle, she gathered her courage, bent down, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Initiating such an act while he’s awake was truly embarrassing.
"Did, did it work?" she asked, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Thankfully the night hid her, otherwise, if anyone saw her like this, it’d be even more mortifying.
Xiao Ji savored the moment and said, "It doesn’t seem very effective."
Princess Xinyang irritated, said, "The method you suggested doesn’t work!"
Xiao Ji innocently replied, "How could it work with just that?"
Princess Xinyang’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, "What do you mean?"
Xiao Ji shamelessly said, "At least follow the standard I demonstrated last time. Or you could improvise, add a little more."
Princess Xinyang took a sharp intake of breath!
Following his standard would involve using lips and tongue, and adding more would just get too much!
She had never been so frivolous in her life...
Wait, those two nights when she took the wrong medicine... was she that frivolous then?
Thinking of such a possibility, she felt awful, her cheeks were burning, almost to the point of dripping blood.
"Long Yi, Long Yi..." Xiao Ji started calling again.
Princess Xinyang gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, turned her head slightly, and leaned over him tenderly.
Her lips trembled slightly, indicating how truly nervous she was inside.
She hesitated for a long time, then barely moved her lips.
Xiao Ji’s breath caught.
Princess Xinyang was so nervous and shy that she didn’t notice the person under her was already ignited by this barely-there gesture.
Blushing, she released him and asked, "How about this?"
Xiao Ji calmed his emotions and, with a calm face, said, "It seems to have some effect, keep going."
Princess Xinyang suppressed her shyness and leaned in to kiss him again.
She was passionate, inexperienced, and without any skill.
In the end, Xiao Ji couldn’t take it anymore, lifted his hand gently to hold the back of her head, and kissed her deeply.
"Is it, is it enough?"
She stroked her rosy, dewy lips with her fingertips, panting as she asked.
He replied hoarsely, "Not enough, Qin Fengwan."
That night, who knows how many kisses he demanded.
She fell into a deep sleep beside him, worried about pressing on his wound, she didn’t lay in his arms but turned to face him, her hair, as soft and shiny as black satin, spread over the pillow, intertwined with his hair.
In the dark, he looked at her sleeping face, resisted the pain, leaned over, and this time, he didn’t kiss her lips, but placed a gentle kiss between her brows.
...
The next day, the saintess in the Secret Room woke up, Long Yi and Little Princess Dongyi also arrived.
Long Yi tapped her mute acupuncture point, rendering her unable to speak.
Little Princess Dongyi found sedative pills in the Secret Room and handed them to Princess Xinyang.
To prevent Xiao Ji from seeing Long Yi and trigger a stronger drug effect, Princess Xinyang left Xiao Ji alone on the bed with the curtains tightly drawn, making it look like a secret kept from the light!
Princess Xinyang said to Little Princess Dongyi and Long Yi, "Please step outside for a moment, I need to speak with her alone."
The two of them left.
Princess Xinyang closed the door to the Secret Room, carrying pills and a candlestick to the saintess.
The saintess was slumped on the ground, tightly bound, glaring coldly at Princess Xinyang.


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