The Crazy Emperor's Pampered Cousin

The bed curtains were sky blue, as thin as cicada wings, and hung down like smoke.

Shen Tinghe was gently placed on the couch. Before she could even speak, she felt a chill on her ankle.

An exquisite chain made of black stone was fastened to her ankle.

She recognized the material.

The black stone is warm and smooth, and cool in summer and warm in winter. It was a precious item in the palace that was specially provided for the emperor and empress to use as pillows.

This entire chain of black stone represents the painstaking efforts of countless skilled craftsmen.

Xie Yanzhao didn't hurt her; he just managed to let her turn around, but she couldn't go any further.

Shen Tinghe didn't dodge; she didn't even look down at the chain, but simply looked up at him.

She blinked, and her eyes filled with tears again, trembling and hanging on the tips of her eyelashes.

"……elder brother."

Her voice was as soft as falling petals, so pitiful, and every word tugged at Xie Yanzhao's heartstrings.

Xie Yanzhao looked at her.

Shen Tinghe opened her arms to him.

Xie Yanzhao finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He leaned down and pulled her completely into his arms. His arms wrapped around her back and held her tightly.

"Yuan Yuan, hold me tight, please."

The emperor who made decisive decisions in the court and sat high in the golden palace, now clung to her shoulder like a drowning man grasping at the last piece of driftwood.

Shen Tinghe didn't say anything, but gently patted his back, just like he always did to comfort her.

In the next instant, all tenderness was brutally crushed.

Xie Yanzhao's kiss landed unexpectedly, with a hint of uncontrolled ferocity.

Shen Tinghe's neck was forced to tilt back, and a slight stinging sensation came from the tip of her tongue, as if it were about to swallow her whole.

She braced herself on the mattress with both hands, her body involuntarily shifting backward.

But for every step she took back, he took an inch forward, their lips and teeth remaining tightly intertwined, never separating for a moment.

The black stone anklet on her ankle jingled softly with their movements, the delicate sound particularly clear in the bedchamber, adding a touch of ambiguity to the tense yet alluring atmosphere.

Until my back hit the cold headboard, there was no way out.

Shen Tinghe finally pushed him away with all her might. If her arms hadn't supported her body in time, she would have almost collapsed softly into the quilt.

Her chest heaved violently, and her lips were visibly swollen and red, bearing the marks of the ordeal she had just suffered.

Xie Yanzhao's eyes were terrifyingly dark, churning with emotions she couldn't fathom.

Madness, fear, paranoia, and a deep-seated, repressed desire.

He exuded an abnormal sense of loss of control, as if something had seized his mind.

Xie Yanzhao lowered his eyes, his slender fingers slowly and methodically wrapping around the black stone chain.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

With his movements, Shen Tinghe's feet were lifted higher and higher until they were finally grasped in his palm.

"Why did Yuan Yuan run away? You never did that before."

He's really gone mad now.

He interpreted even the slightest resistance as a signal that she was about to leave.

Shen Tinghe couldn't help but try to pull her foot away, but it was gripped even tighter.

She winced in pain, her voice tinged with grievance.

"Because you kissed me too roughly! My lips hurt!"

Xie Yanzhao's gaze fell on her obviously swollen lips, and his dark eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation.

He suddenly raised his hand and began to unbutton her clothes, his movements urgent and rough.

"Didn't Yuan Yuan say she loved me? Didn't she say she would never leave me?"

His fingers trembled slightly with urgency, making the buttons on his clothes even more difficult to untie.

"Prove it to me, okay... As long as we're closely intertwined, I'll believe what you say."

He leaned down and kissed her delicate collarbone.

Shen Tinghe's skin was delicate, and within moments, red marks appeared on her wrists, shoulders, and neck.

She reached out and grabbed his wrist, trying to stop his increasingly out-of-control movements.

But this slight resistance was interpreted by him as a signal of rejection.

"Brother, brother, no..."

Shen Tinghe's voice trembled.

The more anxious Xie Yanzhao became, the more unruly his clothes became. The buttons stubbornly remained in place, as if they were also defying him.

Shen Tinghe stopped resisting, propped herself up and moved closer to him, cupping his face in her hands and forcing him to look into her eyes.

"Xie Yanzhao!"

A clear voice pierced through the tension in the room.

His movements came to an abrupt halt.

"I'm here... I'm right here."

Then, Shen Tinghe took his hand.

Slowly and deliberately, she took his hand and together they untied the stubborn collar.

Her clothes were open, revealing her jade-like skin underneath.

Instead of flinching, she nestled into his arms, climbed onto his shoulders, and kissed his lips.

"Brother, feel my love too."

Xie Yanzhao froze.

His large hand gripped her waist tightly, so firmly it almost left a mark.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and deep within them was a suppressed longing, but Xie Yanzhao forced himself to remain still.

He let the little girl in his arms come closer, kiss him, and give herself to him.

It was as if only in this way could they be sure that she truly wanted to stay.

When the kiss ended, both of them were a little unsteady on their feet.

Shen Tinghe stepped back slightly, her forehead touching his, their breaths mingling.

But Xie Yanzhao was clearly not satisfied.

"Yuan Yuan, I want more."

If you're going to appease me, give me more.

Since you said you'd stay with me, you can't leave my side for even a moment.

Since it has appeared in my life

It will never, ever disappear.

—(See you on VB, but not now. I'll go to VB and update a lot after I finish the main text of this book.)

The sealed bedroom had no windows, and Shen Tinghe had long since lost her sense of time.

She didn't know what time it was, only that a very, very long time had passed.

It went on for so long that her consciousness began to blur, so long that every inch of her skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, so long that even her breathing became weak and feeble.

She was so tired.

But Xie Yanzhao was still learning.

In the last moment before her consciousness faded, she felt herself being embraced in a warm hug.

"Go to sleep, Jiaojiao."

Xie Yanzhao's voice was deep and gentle, completely different from his earlier madness.

He wrapped her sweaty body in a brocade quilt and gently patted her back.

"You must be very tired, right?"

The tone of his voice, as if coaxing a child, was just like the tenderness he would give her whenever she was tired.

Overwhelmed with grievance, a tear uncontrollably slid down her cheek.

The next second she closed her eyes in exhaustion.

Xie Yanzhao lowered his head and kissed away the tear stains at the corner of her eyes.

The salty and astringent taste melted on his tongue, but a satisfied smile appeared in his eyes.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Tinghe was still fast asleep.

The quilt was lifted, revealing her body completely exposed in the dim light.

The black stone chains were wrapped around her delicate body, one loop after another.

The contrast between the fair skin and the black chains is striking and powerful.

Shen Tinghe lay quietly among the disheveled brocade quilts, like prey caught in a spider web, or like a goddess worshipped on an altar.

Holiness and depravity are strangely intertwined at this moment.

Xie Yanzhao knelt beside her, his gaze slowly moving down from her eyebrows and eyes, inch by inch sweeping over her body bound by iron chains.

He was admiring his masterpiece.

The fundus shows a pathological satisfaction.