Chu Xuanzhen kissed his lips tenderly.
His eyes were still closed, as though he were sleepwalking, but Shen Yangge knew him well. How could he not know what he was really like?
He pushed harder, lifting his foot to kick as he shoved. Last night had simply been too mortifying, too embarrassing. Once he woke and the haze of confusion faded, he wanted to vanish on the spot.
Chu Xuanzhen caught his toes and pressed them gently with a little force. Those deep, closed eyes slowly opened.
His lashes were beautifully defined, long and slightly curled. Whenever those eyes fixed on someone, that person could not help pausing for a few seconds, no matter what they were doing.
That was also why Shen Yangge had nearly lost his composure the first time he saw Chu Xuanzhen at a banquet.
He did not know what he had truly been thinking back then, but now Shen Yangge knew exactly what his pounding heart was telling him. Perhaps it was not all that obvious, but this was enough.
When the kisses fell again, Shen Yangge's body seemed to instinctively stop resisting. He obediently tilted his neck, letting the other man kiss him more thoroughly, as though he could sink forever into this irresistible pleasure.
But a knock from outside the room pulled him back to reality. He pushed Chu Xuanzhen again, signaling for him to answer the door.
He had no idea that even the crown princesses of past generations would never have dared order the Crown Prince around so openly. If anyone saw, particularly the Crown Prince's supporters, they would probably curse him behind his back for beguiling others with wicked words and bringing calamity upon the country and its people.
That, however, only applied if his identity remained hidden. Now that