"Your Highness."
Caiyu softly called out from on Song Yinghuai's back.
"Hmm?" Song Yinghuai responded in an inquiring tone, waiting for her to continue.
After a while.
"Your Highness."
Caiyu simply called out again and then fell silent.
"Hmm?" Song Yinghuai knew she was in a bad mood. He indulged her, patiently answering without urging.
The delicate hands wrapped around his neck began to misbehave.
Her fingers moved to the first button of his court robe that was tightly tied around his neck.
With a flick of her finger, she undid it.
Then her smooth hand slipped inside.
Song Yinghuai stopped in his tracks. He lowered his eyes, barely able to contain himself, breathing heavily.
The big hands supporting Caiyu's buttocks tightened.
This girl was deliberately making things difficult for him.
It was a deliberate punishment.
The early - summer sun was a bit drowsy.
Song Yinghuai had no choice but to stop under a shady tree.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling his handsome face.
Under the tall tree, the man's collar was slightly open, revealing a small patch of honey - colored skin that rose and fell rapidly with his heavy breathing.
The fair wrists on his chest were like white snakes, forming a stark contrast with his honey - colored chest.
The two "white snakes" wrapped around from behind him and boldly slipped deep into his collar.
Caiyu's fingers seemed to have infinite magic. Every inch of his skin she touched felt like an electric current was running through it.
It made Song Yinghuai's skin break out in goosebumps.
He wanted to loosen his arms and put Caiyu down.
The girl, sensing his intention, fiercely grabbed his chest, "Don't you dare put me down!"
Song Yinghuai was almost driven crazy by the grab.
He had no choice but to continue supporting Caiyu, pleading, "Yuer, we haven't reached Yongle Hall yet."
Miss Lan the Third was not to be trifled with.
A small deception had already tortured him to the extreme.
"Can we do it when we get to the hall?"
Fine beads of sweat began to form on Song Yinghuai's forehead.
His body was so tense that it ached all over.
"Okay." Caiyu answered obediently, like a little white rabbit. But her hands didn't stop for a moment. She kicked her dangling legs on both sides, urging, "Then Your Highness, hurry up and walk."
Song Yinghuai: …
He finally understood.
This was the real nature of Miss Lan the Third.
Caiyu leaned forward and bit his neck. Her eyes were full of mischief, "Why aren't you walking, Your Highness?"
First, there was a stinging pain on his neck, followed by a numb and itchy feeling.
Song Yinghuai couldn't help but let out a soft groan. A blush appeared at the corners of his eyes, "… I'm a bit tired. My legs are weak."
He was so aroused by this girl that his legs were weak.
How could he walk?
He really wanted to plead again, not caring about his status at all.
But there were footsteps approaching.
It should be the palace servants going out to sweep.
Song Yinghuai jolted the person on his back, "Someone's coming."
Only then did Caiyu dare not be so bold. She clamped her legs around Song Yinghuai's waist, "Your Highness, hurry up and go!"
A vein on Song Yinghuai's forehead twitched.
She was treating him like a horse!
However, the footsteps were getting closer, and the girl on his back was determined not to get off.
He had no choice but to quickly turn onto another path.
The path was remote, overgrown with wild grass.
"Where are you going, Your Highness?" Caiyu looked at the increasingly dense bushes. She wasn't scared, just curiously looking around.
"There's an abandoned palace at the end of this path." Song Yinghuai rushed on without delay.
Yongle Hall was quite far away.
He was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold on. This girl might drive him crazy on the way back.
Caiyu lay on his shoulder, grinning wickedly.
She wanted to distract him.
She wanted to break his lingering attachments.
As the old saying goes.
Men need to be tamed.
Just being angry with him would only hurt her own body.
This way was better.
The abandoned palace was filled with a pungent smell of dust.
It was quiet all around, and the sunlight was dim.
Caiyu was laid on the big bed. On top of her was a hot, solid body.
The man's sharp teeth bit down on her neck without hesitation, but he didn't use much force. His speech was slurred,
"Little vixen, stop teasing me, okay?"
Caiyu gently wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her.
How could she stop?
She wouldn't feel at ease if she did.
She pressed on the man's back, kissed his lips, and traced them delicately.
Song Yinghuai's hands tightened around her waist.
Once he let his guard down around Caiyu, his desire flared up quickly.
He gasped for breath as his lips intertwined with Caiyu's. They kissed passionately.
But this girl was deliberately making him suffer today.
Apart from kissing his lips, she refused to go any further.
Song Yinghuai felt like he was hanging in mid - air.
Neither going up nor falling down.
Stuck in a dilemma.
Finally, he turned his head away, holding Caiyu's head that was kissing him randomly. His voice was hoarse, "Good Yuer, can you kiss a bit lower?"
But Caiyu turned around and faced away from him, "This servant is tired. I don't want to move."
A vein on Song Yinghuai's forehead throbbed. He grabbed her perky buttocks with his big hand and squeezed hard to vent his frustration:
"Say that again."
"I'll still say I'm tired, even if I say it again." Caiyu buried her face in the pillow, "This servant is helpless."
Her voice came out muffled and coquettish.
"Your Highness, why don't you figure it out on your own?"
Song Yinghuai gritted his teeth, "How do you expect me to figure it out?"
If he could, he would have forced himself on her long ago.
But he couldn't!
Caiyu thought for a while, turned her head, and eagerly suggested, "Your Highness, why don't you use your own hands?"
Song Yinghuai's face stiffened. He finally realized that this girl was just trying to make him look bad.
He angrily rolled to the side, feeling utterly dejected.
"Dream on. I'd rather suffocate."
He would never let Caiyu see his embarrassing side.
He gave up?
Caiyu peeked at Song Yinghuai defiantly.
She saw him lying there with his eyes closed, breathing heavily, his teeth clenched tightly, and the veins on his arms bulging.
She was familiar with this look.
When she had teased Song Yinghuai in Yanjing, he had always forcibly held back, looking just like this.
But later, he had become more and more unrestrained, and Caiyu hadn't seen this look on him for a long time.
She really missed it!
Presumably, he had taken out the Buddhist scriptures he hadn't used for a long time and was silently reciting them in his heart.
Caiyu showed a malicious smile and continued to torture him.
She wriggled her waist and rubbed against his lower abdomen. Her voice was as gentle as spring water, "Your Highness, Your Highness... Open your eyes and look at this servant..."
Vixen!
Song Yinghuai finally lost his composure.
He suddenly opened his eyes, flipped over, and pinned her down. Rubbing against the space between her legs, he asked maliciously through gritted teeth:
"Do you really want to torture me like this?"
Caiyu was so scared that she clamped her legs tightly.
It was all just for fun. She didn't dare to let Song Yinghuai do it for real.
This was a matter of life and death!
She swallowed hard and finally cowered, saying in a muffled voice, "This servant doesn't dare anymore. Your Highness, go quickly and relieve your desire."
Song Yinghuai had just managed to suppress a bit of his desire, but she had re - ignited it. It wasn't that easy to suppress it again.
If he kept suppressing it like this, he was afraid he would really ruin himself.
"It's too late." His voice was angry and deep. He lowered his body and buried his head in her neck, "Didn't you want me to figure it out on my own?"
…
Song Yinghuai didn't break his promise.
He did solve it on his own.
But not in the way Caiyu had expected.
When Caiyu got up, her legs were shaking violently. There was a burning pain on the inner sides of her thighs.
And her chest hurt too...
It felt like the fabric was rubbing against her painfully when she put on her clothes.
This dog man.
He had so many tricks.
Caiyu turned her head resentfully and looked at the man lying on his side, smiling contentedly.
They had agreed to tease him.
In the end, she had overdone it and exhausted herself.
When Song Yinghuai met Caiyu's fierce gaze, he knew he had gone too far.
He reached out and pulled Caiyu into his arms, letting her rest her head in the crook of his neck. He patted her comfortingly:
"I've wronged you. I'll apply medicine to you as soon as we get back."
Caiyu ran her tongue around her mouth. Suddenly, she pinched the soft flesh on Song Yinghuai's waist.
She didn't use much force, but it seemed like she was about to strike at any moment.
Song Yinghuai lowered his eyes and looked at her in confusion.
Was she going to settle the score later?
Then came Caiyu's sinister voice:
"Your Highness has so many tricks. You know so much. I wonder how many times you've practiced to come up with so many ways. This servant has been a slender pony for three years and still can't think of so many tricks!"
Song Yinghuai's body instantly stiffened. His skin ached.