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

The kiss was fierce and urgent.

With a power that devours everything,

Their lips and tongues intertwined, their breaths mingled, and he seemed to want to devour her whole.

Su Yaoyao was almost suffocating from his kiss, but responded even more passionately, her fingertips digging into his loose long hair, forcefully pressing him towards her.

His kisses began to move uncontrollably downwards.

His burning lips were imprinted on her neck and collarbone.

The thin red veil couldn't cover anything at all; it was easily torn open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

And somewhere...

He propped himself up, staring at the disheveled person beneath him, whose eyes were glistening with tears.

"...Yaoyao." He breathed heavily in her ear, his voice broken and hot, his breath burning her earlobe.

"You really are... the death of me."

The Buddhist hall was solemn, with flickering candlelight.

But the person kneeling before the Buddha was holding a demon in his arms.

Her clothes were disheveled, and her red veil was half-fallen off.

Xiao Chenyuan's kisses traveled down her open dress,

His breathing became heavier and heavier, and he lost control of his strength.

"Your Highness..." she called out breathlessly, her voice so sweet it could melt your heart.

Xiao Chenyuan suddenly stopped, buried his face deep in the crook of her neck, and breathed heavily.

"Your Highness?" she called softly, gently nuzzling against him.

Su Yaoyao could feel that all the muscles in his body were stretched to their limit.

She knew he was enduring a lot—the sweat on his forehead, the reddened corners of his eyes, everything about him screamed for possession.

But he stopped abruptly.

After a long silence, Xiao Chenyuan finally managed to squeeze out a sound through gritted teeth, his voice filled with suppressed rage on the verge of collapse:

"You're not allowed to dance this to anyone else anymore."

"Including His Highness?" Su Yaoyao panted, then deliberately rubbed against him.

Xiao Chenyuan groaned.

A storm raged in my eyes:

"You are alone."

He stared at her, speaking each word as if making a vow, or as if convincing himself, "From head to toe, inside and out, it is."

He buried his burning face in her neck again, his voice filled with ruthlessness and struggle:

"If I keep watching... I'm afraid I'll really lose control and take you right here."

Su Yaoyao's heart pounded like thunder, her body went weak, yet she still managed a smile as she raised her hand to touch his sweaty temples:

"Then...where would Your Highness like to receive it?"

Xiao Chenyuan didn't answer, but simply propped himself up. His forehead was already soaked with sweat, his eyes were red, and his gaze was filled with an intense, overwhelming desire.

want to……

It hurts from thinking about it...

but……

cannot……

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, he abruptly closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

He grabbed his outer garment from the side, wrapped it tightly around her, and picked her up horizontally.

"That's all for today..."

Su Yaoyao leaned against him, listening to his still-beating heartbeat, and looked up at his taut jawline:

"Your Highness...don't you want me?"

Su Yaoyao asked breathlessly—

Seeing him like this, and knowing she wasn't some virtuous woman, she wanted to too...

Xiao Chenyuan paused, looked down at her, his gaze so intense it almost burned her:

"think."

He stared at her, speaking each word slowly and clearly, his voice low and husky:

"I'm going crazy thinking about it."

He carried her into the side hall and placed her on the soft couch.

He led her down...

"Did you feel it?"

He pressed his forehead against hers.

My breath is burning hot, "Just for you."

He's going crazy.

The fire inside him burned so intensely that his internal organs ached, and he clamored to possess her and brand her with his own mark.

But when he looked at the person beside him—with disheveled black hair, slightly swollen red lips, and shimmering eyes, she looked like she was at his mercy.

This is the Buddhist hall, where he spent ten years in quiet meditation.

If I were to take her here, what difference would that be from blasphemy?

"No..." He took a deep breath, suddenly lowered his head, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and his hot breath sprayed onto her sensitive skin.

"Not here..."

He was trembling all over.

"I don't want to... take you here, in such a hasty and disheveled manner."

She stared in surprise at his tense face; she herself was almost at her breaking point. This man…

He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, the gesture as tender as if touching a fragile dream:

"You are my treasure, you should be treated with respect, and after the red candles are lit and the ceremony is completed, you should rightfully belong to me."

He held her hand, his palm burning hot, his calloused fingertips gently caressing her fingertips, his voice low and clear, filled with an unprecedented solemnity:

"Su Yaoyao."

He called her name in a hoarse voice, each word clear as a vow:

"You win."

He took a deep breath, looked into her eyes, and asked the question that had been churning in his heart a thousand times:

"Yaoyao, would you...?"

He paused, as if summoning all his courage, before finally uttering the second half of his sentence:

"Marry me?"

He raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching her hand hanging by her side, but he didn't grasp it; he just held it loosely, as if testing the waters, or perhaps pleading.

"I don't know how to say sweet words or make empty promises. But I can guarantee that from now on, you will be the only one in my eyes; and you will be the only one by my side."

"You don't need to compete for favor with others, you don't need to compromise yourself. The Crown Prince's Palace is yours, and I... am also yours."

He spoke slowly, enunciating each word as if reciting some important scripture. But the tremor in his voice betrayed his nervousness.

Su Yaoyao looked at him, and that tender feeling welled up in her heart again.

She suddenly smiled.

She leaned down, cupped his face in her hands, and gently brushed her thumbs across the corners of his slightly reddened eyes:

"Is Your Highness... making a vow to Buddha?"

Xiao Chenyuan grasped her hand, pressed it tightly against his cheek, and looked at her intently:

"I am swearing to you."

Su Yaoyao looked at him—this usually aloof, noble, and high-ranking Crown Prince was now kneeling before her, his eyes still red with lingering passion, his breathing still unsteady, yet he asked her with the utmost solemnity whether she was willing to marry him.

The spring water in her heart was suddenly stirred by a stone thrown in, causing ripples to spread.

She looked into his eyes, still red but brimming with earnestness and longing, and suddenly smiled. Her fingertips lightly traced his sweaty collarbone, her tone languid and mischievous:

"Then this humble woman..."

She drew out her words, and as he stared intently at her, she slowly leaned closer, her red lips almost touching his ear, her breath light and airy:

"It depends on His Highness the Crown Prince's performance."

She gently poked him with her fingertip, her eyes crinkling with a smile:

"After all... people who can endure this much are not common."

Xiao Chenyuan's ears turned bright red, but he held her even tighter, his voice muffled by her hair:

"...I'll show you."

"Through the proper rites and formal marriage ceremony, once you enter the Eastern Palace, you will become my rightful Crown Princess..."

He paused, his voice lower, carrying a suppressed ruthlessness:

"I want you again."

"I want enough."