Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 137

My voice seemed to ignite the fire in his eyes. He pulled me into his arms and his burning lips fell hard on mine, as if he wanted to ravage me. There was no reason to be gentle; only the most primal desire remained.

I was held tightly against his burning body, his firm chest muscles heaving rapidly beneath my tattered clothes, the intense heat seeming to leave its mark on me. His long, slender hands haphazardly tore at my clothes, from my outer garment to my undergarment, the hissing sound filling the room, tattered fabric scattered all over the floor.

As he pushed me onto the bed, I was left only in my innermost garment, a traditional Chinese corset. My lips were swollen and red, and my neck and collarbone were covered in hickeys. My waist ached as if it were about to break from his tight grip. Yet, the physical pain gradually outweighed the pain in my heart, making me realize more clearly that the man entangled with me at this moment was none other than Feng Yihan, the man I deeply loved.

I'm not a fool! The moment I saw him, I knew what kind of willpower he possessed to escape Fu Yu's trap and return to Chi Yu Tower. And what kind of unwavering belief, even at the cost of mutual destruction, drove him to relentlessly search for me.

All the pain in my body and heart vanished in an instant. Compared to the man in the green robe and silver hair who would always silently protect me, what is my little pain? What is my little injury?

I held him as gently as possible, kissing his lips and his chest with my swollen, red lips. As he haphazardly pulled at my mandarin jacket, I unbuttoned it and took it off, guiding his hand to caress my soft, full breasts.

As I let out a soft moan, I heard him let out a low growl, like a groan, and he took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it like a nibble. The pain and tingling made me moan, and crystal tears inexplicably slid down my cheeks, my trembling voice carrying a hoarse sob.

Yi Han suddenly stopped what he was doing, looked up at me, his crimson eyes now mostly obscured by dark green, transformed into a strange color, neither quite purple nor quite blue. He breathed heavily, focusing his attention on me, then lowered his head and gently kissed away my tears with lips so hot they could melt my skin.

“It’s alright…” I ran my fingers through his disheveled hair, stroking it gently. “It’s alright, Yihan… I love you…”

"I..." Yi Han's voice was rough and unpleasant, a sign of his desperate suppression of the lust burning within him, "I...can tect again..."

Her gaze fell upon the crescent-shaped mark on her right hand, now a vibrant red, and tears streamed down her face. "Yihan, I will protect myself... It's really okay... As long as we can be together, as long as we can love each other, I don't care if the heavens and earth perish!"

A frenzied light flashed in Yi Han's eyes—dark green, dark green, dark green—dark green covered his entire eyes, that unfathomable light drawing you in like a whirlpool. Just as I was about to be engulfed by that dark green, a dark purple light streaked across the sky, like a shooting star, and lingered in his eyes. Then, the dark green seeped into a dark purple.

"Lin...Yu..." he called my name hoarsely, roaring it with his very soul, and then said, "I love you..."

"Me too!" I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed his burning lips, tears streaming down my face. "Yihan, I love you too..."

A sudden surge of desire ignited in Yi Han's eyes, seemingly even fiercer than before. He struggled to utter all the words he could muster to cherish and protect me: "I...I can't...be gentle..." His hands tightened around my sides, clenching into fists as if he wanted to crush them. "I will...hurt you..."

The person who said I would hurt you, the person who said I couldn't be gentle, yet they melted my heart like water. It was a love that truly cherished and protected me to the core, a love that desperately placed my happiness far above their own. In this life, all I ask for is a devoted partner, to stay together until our hair turns white. What more could I ask for?

With trembling hands, I slowly untied the tangled garments binding him until we were naked together. Gently yet resolutely, I embraced his trembling, hot, strong body, pressing him tightly against my soft, slightly cool skin, and whispered, "Yihan… nothing can hurt me except that you no longer love me… really nothing…"

After a pause of almost 0.01 seconds, a brilliant purple suddenly filled his eyes. I heard him let out a hoarse growl, then he hugged me frantically, embedding me in his hot, strong body, kissing, caressing, and sucking me constantly, searching for an outlet to release his desire, break the drug, and express his love.

The agonizing tingling, the piercing pain, the frenzied passion, the fiery, naked entanglement—finally robbed us of our reason, of our past hurts and alienation, burning us all together, turning us into one.

Xiao Yi

2008.3.14 19:36

Chapter 19: Deep Affection is Short-Lived (End)

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Chapter 20 Whispering Sweet nothings

Chapter 20 Whispering Sweet nothings

It turns out that Yihan's words about not being able to be gentle were not just empty talk. Plus, this was my first time with this body. After a round of frenzied entanglement, I was almost a lump of mud. I fell into a deep sleep while holding his arm.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up it was still dark, and the room was lit by a dim candlelight. I was still lying on the same arm, and leaning against the same chest, but the bed had been changed, and the room had been changed as well.

I blinked my blurry eyes and looked around: "How did I end up in my room?" I was wearing a close-fitting undergarment, and although the soreness hadn't subsided, I felt quite refreshed. It seemed that Yihan had cleaned me up.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep well." Yi Han gently put his arm around my waist, letting my back press against his warm chest.

I comfortably and contentedly placed my entire weight on him, my loose strands of hair gently and slowly brushing against his neck.

"Lin Yu..." he called me hesitantly, "There's something strange."

"What?" I quickly turned around, the movement causing a sharp pain in my body. I groaned softly, and he immediately pulled me into his arms, gently kissing my hair. I looked up, my eyes questioning the strange thing he had mentioned.

My hand, hidden under the covers, was suddenly grasped. Our fingers intertwined, the calluses rubbing against the lines of my palm. Then he moved it out from under the covers and into the candlelight. I saw the rosy crescent-shaped mark on my arm becoming faint, as if it were about to disappear.

I rotated my arm and examined it for a while, then couldn't help but chuckle, "How come this blood-binding mark looks just like the 'virginity mark'?"

Yi Han coughed softly, a smile rippling in his eyes: "Just now... I found that this mark was going to disappear as expected. But..." He paused, looking at me with deep eyes filled with infinite relief and love, "My internal energy didn't disappear at all, not even a little bit."

I was slightly surprised; I had completely forgotten about this until he mentioned it. The extremely perverse Shen Tu rule of the Tianxing Flowing Sword Sect states that once Shen Tu has physical relations with his master, the crescent moon mark will disappear, and Shen Tu will either lose all his martial arts skills or, in severe cases, lose his life.

"You mean..." I looked up at the man who was now inseparable from me, body and soul, a smile of relief spreading across my face that seemed to say, "You've finally broken free from Shen Tu's destiny?"

Yi Han revealed a rare, precious smile, lowered her head and took my lips into her mouth, gently sucking and licking them.

Why did the Divine Rule fail? Fu Yu doesn't seem like the type to fabricate such lies, and the centuries-old legend of the Heavenly Star Sword Sect wouldn't tolerate such a mistake. Therefore, the problem must lie with Yi Han. I opened my eyes as our lips intertwined, reaching out to stroke his slightly closed eyes. It seems it's because of those purple eyes. An eye color I've never seen before on the Ishu Continent.

Yi Han opened his eyes and released my lips, his breath slightly unsteady: "Actually, I did it on purpose..."

"Huh?" I was taken aback. He suddenly blurted out such a sentence out of the blue, and I really didn't understand it for a moment.

Yi Han looked at me gently, her gentleness tinged with lingering fear: "I could actually expel Master's 'Beauty's Intoxication' as soon as it entered my body. But in the end, I decided to take the gamble."

"Red Beauty's Intoxication"?! I know it, how could I not know it?! It's the intoxicating, soul-stirring drug I watched Yunyan personally craft back then. "Red Beauty's Intoxication" isn't an aphrodisiac, but a mind-altering drug that weakens or even destroys willpower, while its potency is doubled. "Red Beauty's Intoxication" is useless on its own, but when combined with ordinary aphrodisiacs, mind-altering drugs, or poisons, it becomes the most potent drug weapon in the world.

Yi Han gently stroked my slightly cool face, as if to dispel my fear: "Master doesn't know that I had already broken through to the Innate Dustless Realm before I left with him. With a clear mind, the world is without dust. Once I entered the Innate Dustless Realm, I could reject all foreign true energy, toxins and medicines outside my heart meridian, so all medicines were almost useless to me."

I trembled slightly and grabbed his hand tightly in return: "Fu Yu locked you and Mu Shuangshuang up together, didn't he? How could you be so foolish? What if..." What if I lost control? I would be devastated, he would be filled with regret, and Mu Shuangshuang would be heartbroken. This gamble was too big, too risky. One wrong move and we would all perish.

He tightened his grip on my hand, his slightly hot lips sealing mine, conveying his resolve: "Saying I could watch you marry someone else, saying I don't care who you're with, is all self-deception. I don't want to let you go, I don't want to see you nestled in someone else's arms, I don't want you to utter a name other than mine in your sleep. This terrifying obsession almost fills my entire being, burning within me constantly. So I want to gamble, gamble that this insane desire can overcome all external forces..."