The man scattered warm little kisses over Rong Che's face and neck...
This time, Rong Che did not dodge.
Rong Che rolled over, turning the tables and pinning Rong Yuheng beneath him, his eyes narrowing in displeasure.
"Rong Yuheng, you drugged me unconscious, bound my hands and feet, stuffed me into a bridal sedan, forced me to bow with you at the wedding, and even made me wear bridal clothes, hmm?"
Lying on his back, Rong Yuheng reached up and stroked the hollow of Rong Che's waist. "Does A-Che want to settle accounts with me?"
Rong Che shuddered all over at his touch, but forced himself to maintain his imposing air as he demanded, "We're both men. Why am I the Princess Consort?"
Rong Yuheng chuckled. "If A-Che wants to be empress, that works too. I'll take my blade into the palace tomorrow."
Unconvinced, Rong Che tilted Rong Yuheng's chin up and threatened, "Call me husband, or you're sleeping in the study tonight... mmph!"
Before he could finish.
Rong Che's mouth was sealed...
His sash was pulled loose...
His hands were twisted behind his back and bound with the sash...
"A-Che's body is so soft and delicate. Why is his mouth so stubborn?"
The next day.
Rong Che opened his eyes, swollen like peaches.
The skin around them was red.
His eyes were bloodshot.
He braced himself to sit up, but the movement hurt so much that a soft cry escaped him. "Mm..."
His handsome face, only a little less beautiful than all you readers, flushed dark red with embarrassed anger. "Rong Yuheng, you ani..."
The rest of "animal" stuck in his throat.
Rong Che's voice was hoarse too, barely capable of making a sound.
Scenes from last night kept replaying in his mind, and he could