Chu Xuanzhen kissed Shen Yangge's lips, one hand supporting the back of his neck.
The affection in Chu Xuanzhen's eyes spilled over.
A sharp pain pierced his lip, and the taste of blood spread through his mouth.
Shen Yangge bit Chu Xuanzhen's lip. His eyes were unfocused, his gaze gradually wandering. He seemed dazed, yet when he lashed out, he was swift and vicious.
As he bit, his brows knitted and his eyes turned fierce, as though he would not stop until he had torn away a piece of the other man's flesh.
But the more he acted this way, the more interested Chu Xuanzhen became-and the more unhinged.
Chu Xuanzhen wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him again.
After hesitating for a moment, the Eighth Prince decided to knock. The matter was urgent, after all, and he needed to report the situation to his imperial brother.
A thud came from inside. Embarrassment flickered across the Eighth Prince's face. He rubbed his nose, backed away a few steps, and hesitated for a long while before turning to leave.
Forget it. I can always tell him tonight.
Shen Yangge was so breathless he wanted to hit someone, yet he was pulled into another kiss.
This kiss was not as tempestuous as the earlier ones. Chu Xuanzhen kissed his lips, moving the hand holding his neck to his ear and resting it against his earlobe.
"Shen Zhuanxie..." he said hoarsely, apparently adding something afterward.
What do you mea- Before Shen Yangge could even finish the thought, he saw Chu Xuanzhen take out a box.
His eyes widened.
First came disbelief, then he murmured in a soft, breathy voice, "Chu Xuanzhen, we can talk this through."
"We can talk this through. How about I swear a little oath? Would you believe