Sun Yue'er was quite frightened, and her initial instinct was to call for help. It wasn't until she saw the face of the person that she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiaobao Gege, why are you here at this hour?" she asked.
She turned over in her bed, rubbed her face, but still felt extrely drowsy. Her mouth mumbled so words, then she drifted back to sleep.
The bedroom was dim, with only a night light in the corner, casting a faint yellowish glow. When it reached the bed, the light was very weak, but it was enough to reveal the figure on the bed.
She wore a thin red gauze nightdress, her long hair spread out behind her, revealing a delicate string on her neck. It was early sumr, and the weather was g etting hot, so she hadn't covered herself properly. She lay on her side, exposing parts of her well-proportioned breasts.
In the dim light, her breasts were surprisingly fair, with a perfect shape that tempted one to explore further.
Zhao Chen felt inexplicably thirsty and couldn't resist as he reached out to touch it.
She felt itchy from being touched and pushed his hand away, saying, "Let sleep a bit; I'm tired." Her voice was soft and sweet, sounding like she was coaxi ng him.
Zhao Chen couldn't resist but leaned closer, nibbling on her exposed earlobe. "Who allowed you to wear such a thing? Today, it's just us, but if others ca, t hey would see everything."
Sun Yue'er was pinned down by him and struggled to catch her breath. She turned to push him, but her eyes remained closed. "It's those palace nannies; the y've been so annoying, bothering all day. I wanted to change, but I was too tired."
"No need to change; this is perfect. I'll reward them when we return to the palace."
Zhao Chen stared at the enchanting sight before him with burning eyes, and he couldn't help but understand why his father, the emperor who was always aloo f, had a drastic change in deanor when he saw his mother. It was a restlessness that arose from the depths of his bones, a constant desire to hold her in va rious ways.
He, too, couldn't resist and placed his hand on the alluring curves, fondling them.
She winced at his rubbing and tried to push him away. "What are you doing?"
Zhao Chen's voice took on a different tone. "What do you think I want to do?"
Sun Yue'er was no longer the naive girl who used to be easily coaxed; especially with sothing pressing against her, she imdiately lost her drowsiness.
She instinctively pushed him away and tried to sit up but accidentally hit him sowhere, causing him to groan in pain and fall back on the bed.
Sun Yue'er was startled and recalled what her teacher had once said: a man's parts were very fragile. She hesitated, unsure if she had hit him there, and want ed to call for soone. But Zhao Chen stopped her.
"Don't call for anyone."
"What should I do then? Are you okay?"
"Help massage it, and it won't hurt anymore," he said, but his hands had different intentions. When Sun Yue'er realized and tried to pull away, he flipped he r over and pinned her down.
By the ti Zhao Chen left Yue'er's chambers, it was almost the fourth watch of the night.
He returned through the rooftops, and his agility allowed him to easily navigate the walls.
Zhao Chen started practicing martial arts at the age of five. Although he had a thin figure and does not look as tall and strong as ordinary martial arts practition ers, he was actually a master. It was no problem for him to easily climb over the wall and enter the courtyard.
He stepped on the courtyard wall and was about to climb out of the small courtyard when suddenly a man's cold snort sounded in his ears.
He turned to look and saw a tall man standing on a nearby roof. The man's back was towards the light, making it hard to see his face, but the silhouette and att ire suggested this man might be his father-in-law.
Zhao Chen lost his footing and slipped from the courtyard wall. The man's eyes narrowed slightly before quickly disappearing into the distance
In the main courtyard, when Sun Mang ca back, he paced back and forth, scolding, "This is unacceptable, completely unacceptable!"
Qiao-shi, who was on the bed, couldn't help but laugh seeing her husband like this. "Well, they're about to get married anyway."
"So what if they are about to get married? They're not married yet! He arrived just before the second watch, and he's only leaving now that it's the fourth watc h. This ans that I, the father-in-law, am not being taken seriously!"
"If you hadn't let him in, would Xiaobao have entered silently?"
Sun Mang paused, "I didn't an to let him stay until the fourth watch. No, I need to go to Yue'er's place and see what that boy was up to."
Qiao-shi choked and hurriedly got off the bed, grabbing him, "If you go now, will our daughter even let you see her? Xiaobao is not ignorant of the important m atters, and besides, don't you believe in Yue'er's character? She wouldn't do anything foolish."
"A man and a woman alone in a room, I may trust our daughter, but I can't trust that boy!"
"Alright, enough. The children all have their own blessings. Besides, you were young once, too. Have you forgotten how you..." Qiao-shi blushed and didn't sa y more. Even though she was already in her thirties, she still had the charm of a young woman.
Sun Mang recalled his own youth and cleared his throat, concealing the blush, and refrained from scolding his future son-in-law any further.
At Guangming Residence, Xiao Anzi, dozing off on a stool, woke up upon hearing movent: "Your Highness, you're finally back.”
Approaching, he noticed the crown prince's black clothes were slightly torn with dust on it: "Your Highness, what happened? Are you injured?"
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