The Crazy Emperor's Pampered Cousin

Xie Yanzhao pulled the petite figure into his arms, refusing to loosen his grip no matter how much she struggled.

Shen Tinghe was held captive to his chest. She twisted in resentment, but he easily twisted her wrists behind her back with one hand.

He buried his face deep in the soft crook of her neck, his breath hot, revealing a rare vulnerability in him.

"Yuan Yuan, you can't be so cruel to me... My heart is really breaking."

That cry of "brother" shattered Shen Tinghe's last shred of stubbornness.

Tears welled up instantly, and she burst into tears, letting out all the pent-up grievances she had been holding back.

"Waaaaah... It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

He released his grip on her, and Shen Tinghe used her freed hands to pound his shoulders and back.

"You had me monitored, and now you've locked me up here... You bastard! Waaaaah..."

Xie Yanzhao endured it without moving, and even from an angle she couldn't see, a smile of almost satisfaction appeared on his lips.

Let her hit him, let her scold him, even if she wanted to ride roughshod over him right now, he would gladly oblige.

Just stop looking at him with that cold, stranger-like gaze.

Just don't say anything that draws a line or freezes his blood.

The air was filled with her unique sweet and warm fragrance, and I could hear her tearful, coquettish, and pitiful complaints.

Xie Yanzhao felt that his long-empty and violent heart was finally being filled and made solid.

Although the argument had only lasted less than a day, it felt to him as if he had endured countless desolate winters.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he turned his head and pressed his lips against the delicate skin of her neck, first gently licking it, then taking a light bite, leaving a warm, moist mark.

A deep, almost morbid satisfaction welled up in his eyes.

I really like his sweetheart.

It smells so good.

It's so soft.

From head to toe, even every single tear should belong to him.

A tingling, stinging pain and a damp sensation came from her neck, and Shen Tinghe trembled, pushing his shoulder away.

"Are you a dog, licking and biting me all the time...?"

Xie Yanzhao raised his head, his eyes seeming to ignite two dark flames deep within them.

"If I say yes, will Jiaojiao kiss me?"

The longing and fervor in those eyes were almost tangible, burning hot, and Shen Tinghe felt as if she were about to be melted by those gazes.

At this moment, Xie Yanzhao no longer possessed even a trace of the imperial majesty he usually exuded, which made him look down upon the world.

It's more like a believer prostrating himself beneath a shrine, pinning all his crazy obsessions on one person.

He prayed devoutly and desperately for the mercy of his only goddess and for a kiss of salvation.

It was as if if she refused, he would drown in boundless loneliness in the next moment.

Shen Tinghe felt her heart tremble and her cheeks flushed as she was stared at.

She finally softened, raised her hand to cup his face, closed her eyes, and lowered her head to place a brief kiss on his slightly cool lips.

Like a spark falling into withered grass.

This gentle touch was like a key, completely releasing the beast from its final chains.

A glint of triumph flashed in Xie Yanzhao's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper desire.

His poor, adorable little goddess always had a soft spot for him.

Shen Tinghe was originally straddling his lap, in a superior position, but in the blink of an eye, she was the one being taken over.

Xie Yanzhao wrapped his arm around her waist, and with his other hand he held the back of her head, pulling her close to him and kissing her deeply in return.

This kiss was no longer a plea, but a complete invasion and plunder.

He forcefully pried open her teeth, entwined his tongue with hers, and greedily absorbed all her breath and sobs.

Like a starving wolf, eager to confirm and devour everything that belongs to it.

Overwhelmed by this surging onslaught, Shen Tinghe felt dizzy and could only passively endure it, her fingers unconsciously clenching the front of his shirt.

He only stepped back slightly when the air between their lungs was almost completely exhausted.

A wisp of ambiguous silver thread was drawn out between their parted lips, then broke off.

Shen Tinghe was completely exhausted, her eyes were hazy and watery, and she collapsed softly into his arms, leaning against him and panting softly.

She was so angry that she raised her hand to slap him.

But the struggle she had just endured had exhausted her strength, and her falling palm felt light and airy, more like a gentle caress to Xie Yanzhao.

"fraud!"

Her eyes reddened again, and her voice was slightly hoarse from crying.

"You were so fierce again!"

Xie Yanzhao pressed her hand down, the terrifying aggression in his eyes fading away. He looked at her with feigned pitifulness, as if the person who had just kissed her to the point of suffocation was not the same person.

"Yuan Yuan, I just... miss you so much. I'm going crazy thinking about it."

Shen Tinghe glared at him coquettishly, forcefully pulled her hand back, and turned to break free from his embrace.

"I haven't forgiven you yet!"

She declared, with a touch of naive arrogance.

Xie Yanzhao loosened his grip, letting her leave, and shrank to another corner of the large bed.

His gaze swept over the thin chain on her fair ankle, the other end of which was firmly tied to the heavy dragon bedpost.

The only place she could move in was this world that had witnessed their countless moments of entanglement and tenderness.

Xie Yanzhao's violent anxiety was strangely calmed down, replaced by a sense of confidence and leisurely interest.

Shen Tinghe curled up in the pile of brocade, hugging her knees, and looked up at him with a mixture of coquettishness and anger, questioning him.

Do you even know where you went wrong?

Xie Yanzhao slowly took off his dragon-patterned brocade boots and stepped onto the couch.

Although he approached her on his knees, he exuded a predatory and oppressive aura.

Shen Tinghe involuntarily shrank back, but then, unwilling to show weakness, forced herself to straighten her back and glared at him with wide eyes.

Little did he know, this appearance only made Xie Yanzhao's heart itch even more.

"Wrong?" He slowly approached, his tone even containing a hint of coaxing laughter.

"Then tell me, Jiaojiao, what did I do wrong?"

If I had to point out a mistake, it would be that I had been too lenient with her in the past, giving her too much freedom that she shouldn't have, which is why she is so disobedient.

But right now, Yuan Yuan is angry, so he absolutely cannot say these truths.

As he approached, Shen Tinghe stretched out her foot and pressed it against his chest, trying to stop him.

"If you don't know what you did wrong, you're not allowed to come near me! You're not allowed to hug me!"

Xie Yanzhao lowered his head, his gaze falling on the jade-like slender foot on his chest, the gold chain at the ankle making the skin appear even more dazzlingly white.

His gaze seemed to soften, a thick mixture of doting affection and deep-seated possessiveness entwining around her.

"Jiaojiao, have pity on me."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he were truly praying.

Shen Tinghe: "You always use this trick of feigning weakness, but I won't fall for it."

As she spoke, she rolled over and tried to crawl to the other side of the bed.

Xie Yanzhao seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time.

With a casual flick of his finger, the exquisite chain tightened under his control, easily pulling the fleeing person back to where they started, and back into his arms.

He held the struggling woman firmly in his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and began to "confess" readily.