The Obsessive Crown Prince Can't Let Me Go
Chapter 49: Again Wild, Again Fierce, Again Desirous

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Again Wild, Again Fierce, Again Desirous

But he and Shen Yunxi did not share a room because Shen Yunxi suddenly had her period.

Shen Yunxi was unable to serve in bed, feeling both angry and helpless.

She pouted on the bed, "Your Highness, it’s late, don’t keep reading, you might hurt your eyes. Wait a few days until I recover, let’s share a room then? Today, the Emperor even mentioned in front of all the officials that we should quickly give him a little prince. Your Highness, we better work hard on that!"

Lu Ying turned a page in the book, "You sleep first."

Shen Yunxi happily lay down and snuggled beside Lu Ying, drifting into dreamland.

She was a deep sleeper and liked to snore.

Soon, the tent echoed with thunderous snores.

Shen Yinning held the gilded candlestick, sitting at the foot of the bed awaiting commands.

Shen Yunxi was both silly and bad, she didn’t understand what exactly Lu Ying liked about her.

She raised her head, secretly observing Lu Ying under the candlelight.

He reclined on the bed, engrossed in reading an ancient book despite a woman lying next to him, which was remarkable for a man of vigor.

She pondered, suddenly putting down the candlestick, and reached into the embroidered quilt.

Just as her fingertips grazed Lu Ying’s thigh, Lu Ying shot her a sharp glance and whispered a warning, "Behave."

Shen Yinning innocently remarked, "Brother Lu Ying, I only wanted to cover you with the blanket..."

Cover with a blanket?

Lu Ying’s eyes darkened.

Where her hand reached, what exactly was she covering?

He grabbed Shen Yinning’s mischievous hand, "Daring even in her presence, do you have a death wish?"

"My life has long been entrusted to Brother Lu Ying..." Shen Yinning coyly replied, then got up and sat on the bed, playfully throwing herself into Lu Ying’s arms, tracing circles on his chest, "Would Brother Lu Ying really bear to let sister kill me?"

Lu Ying felt a shiver run down his spine.

Shen Yunxi slept right beside them, Shen Yinning was incredibly audacious!

He tightly grasped Shen Yinning’s wrist and dragged her out of the tent.

Only when they stepped into a pitch-black grove did he release her hand, "What exactly do you want?"

Shen Yinning rubbed her sore wrist, with a hint of mockery in her eyes.

Lu Ying truly cared about Shen Yunxi, fearing her dissatisfaction upon discovering Shen Yinning’s existence, he actually brought her to such a ghostly place in the middle of the night.

She coquettishly said, "Why is Brother Lu Ying so fierce? You’ll scare me to death. I just thought since sister had her period and couldn’t attend you, I intended to serve Brother Lu Ying in her place..."

Though she was dressed as a palace maid and wore a human skin mask, her fetching almond eyes were extraordinarily charming, like a fox spirit turned woman from a ghost story; despite her ordinary features, her figure and gaze were irresistibly seductive.

Lu Ying ignored her teasing, instead focused on her knee, "Does it still hurt?"

This little fox spirit really dared anything, kneeling in front of Qing Liu’s tombstone, the "thud" was particularly clear and loud, she could never endure pain or suffering, kneeling so heavily at that moment, one wonders if she was merciless to herself, or to him.

Shen Yinning realized and immediately nodded pitifully, "It hurts a lot, it still hurts now."

She sat on a rock, lifted her skirt and pants, showing Lu Ying the wound on her knee.

In the moonlight, Lu Ying looked at her fair knee which was indeed bruised and purple.

He silently took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve and carefully applied it to her wound.

After tending to the wound, Shen Yinning tilted her head and kissed his chin, "Now that Brother Lu Ying has applied medicine, it doesn’t hurt anymore."

"It’s not some magic potion, how could it work so well?"

Shen Yinning’s eyes sparkled as she reached to hold his hand, "Because Brother Lu Ying applied it personally, my heart feels sweet, so it doesn’t hurt."

Lu Ying kept a neutral expression, but inwardly thought she was used to telling lies.

He reversed his grip, holding her slender ankle.

The night was cool like water, and the moonlight was quietly serene.

Shen Yinning’s calf was fair and delicate, well-proportioned like tender lotus roots, except for the bruised knee, emitting a strong scent of medicine due to the fresh application.

The ointment contained mint, yet from the cool, eerie mint scent, Lu Ying detected a unique floral fragrance from Shen Yinning’s skin, entangling with the mint aroma, like a blazing fire igniting amidst the vast snow, burning through his body, reaching every inch of his organs, making him parched and flushed.

He swallowed, caressing her calf.

Despite reading classics for years, he couldn’t bring himself to engage in improper acts in the wild.

He stood up, "Let’s head back."

Shen Yinning lazily sat on the rock, winding strands of hair around her finger, gazing thoughtfully at him.

Lu Ying took a few steps, not seeing her follow, instinctively glanced back, "Shen Yinning?"