The abstinent prince, practicing Buddhism, is seduced by a voluptuous beauty into breaking his vows.

Su Yaoyao could feel the heat pressing against her lower abdomen growing stronger and stronger.

With a faint smile, she closed her eyes and slowly approached.

Xiao Chenyuan suddenly reached out and pushed her away.

Su Yaoyao opened her eyes, her face full of astonishment.

? ? ? ? ?

Before she could react, Xiao Chenyuan suddenly reached out, picked her up, and strode out of the hot spring pool.

Water splashed everywhere.

Su Yaoyao exclaimed in surprise and instinctively hugged his neck tightly.

Xiao Chenyuan carried her to the bamboo pavilion, placed her on a bamboo couch covered with soft cushions, and then quickly grabbed a dry cloth hanging nearby and wrapped her up completely.

The movements were quick, yet still gentle.

After doing all this, he took two steps back, turning his back to her.

"Put your clothes on properly." His voice was clearly suppressed. "I'll take you back."

After saying that, he walked straight to the outside of the bamboo pavilion.

A night breeze blew, bringing a biting chill, yet he felt an unbearable heat within him.

Just now... thankfully I managed to control myself in time...

He closed his eyes, his fingertips unconsciously fidgeting—the place was empty, the prayer beads were gone.

But the crisp sound of the beads clinking together always lingered in my ears.

And... the warm touch of her skin on her wrist, the faint floral scent in her hair, the soft curves of her body pressed against his...

He closed his eyes and tried to silently recite the Heart-Cleansing Mantra.

I heard the rustling sound of clothes being put on behind me.

So clear that it shattered what was once familiar scripture.

Su Yaoyao watched his retreating figure.

His pale white undergarment, soaked through, clung to his body, outlining his slender waist and broad shoulders. His dark hair was disheveled, water droplets dripping from the ends.

For some reason, Su Yaoyao felt that Xiao Chenyuan didn't seem like a jade Buddha at this moment.

It's more like a seductive enchantress.

Male beauty can be detrimental...

"Your Highness..."

Su Yaoyao's lips curled up, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

Xiao Chenyuan opened his eyes, without turning around: "Are you dressed?"

"I'm dressed." She walked to his side, looked up at him, and asked, "Why won't Your Highness look at me?"

Xiao Chenyuan glanced sideways.

She was wrapped in a large outer robe, revealing only her plain face.

But Xiao Chenyuan clearly remembered what breathtaking scenery lay beneath that oversized garment...

"Let's go." Xiao Chenyuan looked away, his voice returning to its usual calm.

"Your Highness." Su Yaoyao didn't move. Instead, she walked up to him, raised her hand, and gently took his arm.

"Your clothes are still wet; you'll catch a cold."

Her fingertips were soft; through the soaked fabric, she could almost feel the warmth of his skin.

Xiao Chenyuan's body stiffened slightly.

"It's alright." He took a step back, a hint of barely perceptible wariness in his voice...

"I... I'm used to it."

"Are you used to it?" Su Yaoyao tilted her head to look at him, a smile flashing in her eyes. "Your Highness is used to being wet and exposed to cold wind? That's not good. If you get sick... I'll be heartbroken."

"Su Yaoyao," he said, his voice deepening, "enough is enough."

"What have I done?" Su Yaoyao feigned innocence, but instead of withdrawing her hand, she slowly moved it up his sleeve. "I was just... concerned about Your Highness."

Xiao Chenyuan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He tried to pull his hand away, but Su Yaoyao held it tightly.

"Su Yaoyao," he said hoarsely, "let go."

"I won't let go." Su Yaoyao gripped his hand even tighter, her fingers gently tracing his cheek and jawline before finally resting on her heart.

There, everything was soft.

"Your Highness, can you feel it?" she asked softly, "My heartbeat."

Xiao Chenyuan's fingertips trembled slightly.

"You..." He closed his eyes briefly, "Do you even know what you're doing?"

"I know," Su Yaoyao smiled, her eyes sparkling.

"This humble woman was... seducing Your Highness."

She spoke frankly and without any attempt to hide anything.

Her fingertips, leading his, slowly moved downwards...

Xiao Chenyuan, however, reacted as if burned, and flung his hand away.

"Su Yaoyao," he said slowly.

"You've gone too far."

"Then, Your Highness..." Su Yaoyao tilted her head, "Will you punish me?"

As she spoke, she took another half step forward, almost touching him.

Under the moonlight, she tilted her head back, her eyes gleaming with a cunning and defiant light.

Her long, wet hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few stray strands clinging to her cheeks, making her face appear even more exquisite and charming.

Xiao Chenyuan looked at her for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"He deserves to be punished." His voice was low and hoarse.

"but……"

His fingertips slid slowly down her earlobe to her chin, gently lifting her face:

"Not now."

Su Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat.

His eyes were deep, as if they could draw you in.

The heat from his fingertips pressed against her chin, rendering her immobile.

"Then...when was it?" she asked softly.

Xiao Chenyuan did not answer.

He simply watched her quietly, his gaze moving from her eyes to her lips, which were slightly parted.

Like a silent invitation.

Xiao Chenyuan turned around, his voice regaining its composure, "It's too late, let's go."

Su Yaoyao, however, stood still.

"Your Highness."

She looked up, her eyes completely innocent, and said, "My feet hurt, I can't walk anymore."

Xiao Chenyuan turned to look at her.

She stood barefoot on the bluestone slab, her ankles slender, her insteps white and wet, possessing a breathtaking beauty under the moonlight.

"I think I twisted my ankle by the pool just now," Su Yaoyao said, swaying as if she was about to fall.

Xiao Chenyuan reached out to support her almost instinctively.

Her hand naturally climbed onto his shoulder, and she practically hung on him.

"Your Highness..." Her voice was as soft as melted sugar.

"Would you please take my daughter back with you?"

Her breath brushed against his neck, carrying the moisture of the hot spring and a certain sweet fragrance.

Xiao Chenyuan's arm froze in mid-air.

Supporting it is not an option, nor is loosening it.

He could feel the softness of the body in his arms, smell the fragrance of plum blossoms in her hair, and see the snow-white skin faintly visible beneath her slightly open collar.

Despite having read countless Buddhist scriptures, I couldn't recall a single word at that moment.

Su Yaoyao leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Your Highness...it hurts~ I can't walk~"

Her lips almost touched his earlobe.

A warm breath, a tingling sensation.

Xiao Chenyuan's breathing became heavier.

He suddenly bent down and picked Su Yaoyao up in his arms.

Su Yaoyao took the opportunity to hug his neck tighter and snuggle against him.

"Don't move."

Xiao Chenyuan's voice suppressed a certain emotion, "If you move again, I'll throw you into the pool."

Su Yaoyao blinked and obediently stopped moving.

But... her hands were still around his neck, her face rested on his shoulder, and her warm breath brushed against the side of his neck.

Xiao Chenyuan carried her and strode out of the bamboo pavilion.