Chapter 054: The King's Fall in the Cool of Autumn 20

Hearing her soft cry, Huanpu Shang immediately released his mouth, anxious, worried, and deeply remorseful. “Xiaoya, does it hurt?”

“It’s nothing,” Le Yixian touched her neck, feeling a faint ache.

“I’ll make it better,” Huanpu Shang said, darting forward again, his warm breath fanning over her skin.

Le Yixian, worried he might bite her again, started to protest, “No need—”

But her refusal vanished unspoken.

Because, unbelievably, this fellow stuck out his tongue… and licked… licked her a few times.

She felt her little lover’s warm breath, and his moist, soft tongue gently and intermittently soothing her wound.

Le Yixian, who had always thought herself rather shameless, suddenly found herself at a loss.

“All right, are you a dog? Biting and licking,” she finally came to her senses and patted his head.

“Mama used to say, if you blow and lick, the pain goes away,” Huanpu Shang replied innocently, looking up at her.

“Oh…” was all Le Yixian could manage.

Heavens, her little darling was simply too seductive.

“Ew, Xiaoya, your face is all red. Are you feeling unwell?” Her adorable lover peered at her, worried by her sudden blush. “Did I bite you too hard?”

“I’m fine, and get off me,” Le Yixian glared at him.

Their posture was exceedingly suggestive. Originally seated properly on the sofa, a few moments ago their movements had left them sprawled across it.

Le Yixian was pinned beneath, Huanpu Shang above, and on her neck, a conspicuous bite mark that invited speculation.

A flush rose hotly through Huanpu Shang—he was so mortified he could almost be sprinkled with cumin and roasted.

“I… I…” Huanpu Shang stammered for a long while, unable to finish a full sentence, scrambling off her awkwardly, hands and feet tangled.

“That’s enough,” Le Yixian said helplessly. In the real world, she’d always had the thickest skin, but now, she’d become a bashful darling herself.

“It was my fault. I shouldn’t have stared at your cousin. From now on, I’ll only look at you,” Le Yixian cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to meet her gaze.

Huanpu Shang’s clear dark eyes flickered with shock and delight at her words. “Really?”

“Really. I’ll only look at you.” Le Yixian smiled.

“I didn’t mean to bite you,” Huanpu Shang sniffed. “You used to like my cousin, and you were staring at him just now. I got jealous and thought… if it’s going to be like this, I’d better mark you myself…” Make you mine.

He couldn’t get that last sentence out.

Just now, he had felt so sad and panicked—his parents were gone, and even Xiaoya might leave him.

But Xiaoya’s embrace was so warm; he didn’t want to let go. Her neck was so fair and tender, so tempting—once the thought occurred to him, he couldn’t help but bite down.

“Mark me?” Le Yixian, already recovered, leaned in closer to her little darling. “Did you want to make me yours?”

Her words trailed off suggestively, and Huanpu Shang, his thoughts laid bare, wished the floor would open and swallow him whole.

“I want to make you mine too, my little darling. What should I do about it?” Le Yixian continued playfully, teasing him.

“And just now, I thought you had a nice build. How many muscles do you have?” She’d inadvertently felt them earlier—his young, firm body obviously well exercised. Thinking of it, she reached out and touched him again.

Huanpu Shang felt like he was about to short-circuit. Xiaoya’s soft hand brushed him through the thin fabric, and it was as if a kitten’s paw had tickled deep inside his heart—itchy and impossible to control.

“Can I have a look?” Le Yixian asked again, as if delighted by his shyness.

“I…” Huanpu Shang felt in dire need of oxygen.

“No?” Le Yixian pressed.

“I… I can,” Huanpu Shang nodded hastily.

“So, should I help you take it off, or will you do it yourself?”

Huanpu Shang: “…”

Huanpu Shang: “……”

“I—I’ll do it,” he said, his voice hoarse and dazed, feeling a fire surge through him. With his slender, attractive hands, he slowly grasped the hem of his shirt and began to lift it.

Under the warm light, sweat beaded on the young man’s forehead, his dark eyes glimmering with an unnameable light. His damp curls clung to his brow, his kissable lips trembled and bit down gently, and the slow reveal of skin was maddeningly sensual.

Le Yixian felt her mouth go dry, unable to tear her gaze away from him.

“Good luck, good luck…” Suddenly, a loud, catchy ringtone shattered the charged atmosphere.

Le Yixian: “…”

Huanpu Shang jerked his hand down, leaping up like a startled cat. “It’s—it’s Father-in-law… calling.”

That ringtone was the special one Wang Jingye had set for him, face grim, after meeting the parents.

Flustered, Huanpu Shang pulled his phone from his pocket and answered, “Hello, Father-in-law…”

“Call me Master!” Wang Jingye’s resounding voice boomed from the phone.

“Master,” Huanpu Shang immediately corrected himself, glancing at Le Yixian with a hint of grievance.

She reached out and patted his head.

“Is Xiaoya with you?” Wang Jingye asked.

“Mm,” Huanpu Shang replied softly.

“It’s late. Bring her home soon,” Wang Jingye instructed, then hung up after a few more words.

The two on the sofa glanced at the time: 8:15 p.m.

Wang Jingye’s call had completely dispelled the mood.

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Really, it’s only eight o’clock,” Le Yixian said.

“Mm. Xiaoya, are you going home now?” Huanpu Shang asked, a bit deflated.

Le Yixian shook her head. “Let’s eat first.”

Neither had eaten since leaving the hospital. She asked, “What do you want? Should we order in or go out?”

“I’ll cook,” Huanpu Shang offered at once.

Le Yixian gave him a curious look. Huanpu Shang explained, “There’s food in the fridge. I was planning to move in, so I asked the housekeeper to stock up.”

“Why move out?” Le Yixian asked. Last time it was because of a quarrel—what about this time?

Huanpu Shang’s cheeks flushed. “Cousin brought his wife home, so I didn’t want to disturb them. And…” His gaze drifted, “Sometimes I want to bring you home, cook for you—a house for just the two of us.”

The big Huanpu family mansion had too many servants—too many lightbulbs everywhere.

He silently added this in his heart.

Le Yixian was momentarily stunned, then smiled. “All right, I’ll eat with you more often from now on.”

A fleeting shadow passed over Huanpu Shang’s shining eyes. She wasn’t moving in?

But he didn’t dare ask, afraid Xiaoya would think him frivolous.

There were plenty of ingredients in the fridge. Huanpu Shang quickly settled on the dishes. The kitchen was open, and Le Yixian sat at the dining table behind him, propping her chin in her hands, watching his busy silhouette, feeling that life was truly wonderful.