The Dragon King's Plot Lines Are All Carried on My Shoulders, Taking Some Payment Is Not Too Much, Right?

"...Don't..." Jiang Anran's voice, like a bolt of lightning, cleaved through the chaos in his heart, waking him abruptly from the edge of the abyss of desire.

Young Master Fei's sanity returned at this moment, as if doused by cold water, and he instantly sobered up.

He realized his unseemly behavior!

He realized he was about to cross that uncrossable boundary!

Yet just as this thought appeared.

Immediately, another sensation washed over him like a sweet trap, making it hard for him to extricate himself.

No, I can't be like this.

Yet at the same time, he felt a pair of hands wrap around behind him...

Moreover, her response was not just with her hands.

There was something else, too...

The hesitation from just moments ago was instantly shattered.

Just this once.

He closed his eyes, letting all these wonderful sensations soak into his every cell.

Just this once.

Ye Chen, next time I will definitely help you and try harder!

This time, consider it payment for working hard for so long...

Time, perhaps three seconds, perhaps longer.

"Ahem... Ye Chen, are you done?"

Chen Xiaoxiao's voice sounded softly, carrying a hint of shyness and awkwardness.

She lay on the bed, the faint movements reaching her ears filling her with mixed feelings.

Listening to their movements, how could Chen Xiaoxiao not know what they were doing?

She had known from the very beginning that what was happening by the window was far from a simple wipe of sweat.

Thinking of the two of them being so uninhibited in her rest room, losing themselves in each other's worlds, she couldn't help but blush and feel her heart ripple with waves of emotion.

Yet, seeing them immersed in their own world as if everything outside had nothing to do with them, Chen Xiaoxiao realized that if she didn't interrupt, this public display of affection would go on goodness knows how long.

She coughed lightly, trying to draw their attention.

This call of "Ye Chen," like cold water dashed over his head, instantly snapped him out of the hazy world.

"Y-yeah, done. I'm coming right now." Young Master Fei spoke as if holding something in his mouth, and hearing the main character inquire, he turned his head and hurriedly replied.

And precisely at that moment, the two pairs of lips parted.

Goodness!

What, what did I just do?

Recalling the scenes from just moments ago, it was almost an instinctive impulse driving his actions, making him lose his usual composure and rationality.

He thought of the potentially grave consequences.

Those lingering, affectionate images instantly blurred, replaced by a deep sense of remorse and self-reproach.

Beads of sweat slipped from his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto his chest.

More and more.

It's over, it's over. Ye Chen, I've let you down.

I must have been out of my mind!

Your female lead's first kiss was just stolen by me like this.

Though it was his own first kiss as well, but!

Who cares about his own first kiss!

Right, Jiang Anran, what is she thinking?

If she starts shouting and makes a commotion, that wouldn't be good.

By then, Chen Xiaoxiao's plot line wouldn't be perfectly completed, and this incident alone would cost him his little life.

He turned his head to look at her.

Looking at Jiang Anran once more, just as she raised her eyes to meet his gaze, their eyes locked. Unlike last time, their relationship with each other had already undergone some subtle changes.

Yet it was completely different from what he had imagined.

Jiang Anran's expression was not angry or shocked as he had anticipated, but rather wore a bashful look, as if all of this was a result she was willing to accept.

Moreover, she even raised a finger to touch her lower lip, as if savoring something.

Why do you look like this?!

This doesn't look like you!

You shouldn't be acting like this!

Young Master Fei cried out inwardly, thinking Jiang Anran would fly into a rage or even give him a slap to show her protest.

Yet she behaved so gently, as though she were a little obedient wife willing to let him do as he pleased.

Could it be that I am the male lead?

Do female leads actually throw themselves at me?

No, no, no, how could that be?

I am Fei Yangyao, the major villain!

Jiang Anran's calmness made him both happy and terrified.

What made him happy was that she did not immediately scold him or leave, giving him a glimmer of a chance to redeem himself.

What terrified him was that he no longer knew Jiang Anran's true thoughts, nor did he know what would happen next.

"Just now..." Young Master Fei temporarily had no words to salvage this crisis, so he lowered his voice and said, "Forget it, we'll talk about it later. Hand it to me first."

"H-hand it to you? Young master, it's t-too fast, I'm not ready yet..." Jiang Anran's tongue was tied as she spoke, unable to get a clear sentence out.

"What's too fast? What are you getting ready for? I meant for you to hand me the towel so I can wipe myself." Hearing this, Young Master Fei was utterly baffled, having no inkling of how this woman's train of thought leaped about.

"Oh oh oh. Here you go, young master." Hearing that the young master wanted the towel, the little maid instantly blushed fiercely, hurriedly passing over the towel she had been clenching the whole time.

Even if she wanted to wipe the young master's sweat now, she couldn't; her entire body felt limp, as if drained of all strength, and a gust of wind could have blown her over.

After going through that just now, forget it—the sweat that was originally only on his head was now all over his body.

Young Master Fei took it, and in a flurry, having no time to worry about other places, he hurriedly wiped the sweat from his head.

He finished wiping quickly and handed the towel back to the little maid. As a result, as if she finally had something to lean on, all her lingering persistence faded away, and her whole body slumped toward the young master's direction.

!?

Who am I? Where am I? Where did the world come from, and where is it going? Am I going to die today?

Jiang Anran, what is wrong with you?

Don't lean over here!

Seeing this little maid collapse directly into his arms, Young Master Fei's composure nearly cracked.

The little maid nestled in the young master's arms, burying her face gently against Fei Yangyao's chest. Breathing in the sweat exhaled from his body, the unique scent mixed with masculine aura and perspiration gave her an inexplicable sense of security.

Her voice was low and faint, almost masked by the sound of her own heartbeat, as she murmured, "Y-young master, I-I have no strength left. Put me on the ground, please."

There was a hint of shyness and helplessness in Jiang Anran's words. It seemed she was struggling to maintain her final shred of modesty, unwilling to appear too dependent in front of the young master. Yet at this very moment, her body seemed beyond the control of her own will.

Hearing this, Young Master Fei finally let out a breath of relief.

So she just had no strength left.

You gave me a fright; I thought my charm was so great that you were trying to take advantage of me.