AMLFS Chapter 31
by VolareThe men and women had all been overjoyed at the prospect of meeting Prince Zhao Fangye of the Ning district, and had even devised strategies to win the prince’s favor.
However, they never expected that upon entering the Ning Wang Mansion, they would not only fail to see Zhao Fangye but also be taken to the side rooms and guarded.
Everyone panicked. Rumor had it that Zhao Fangye was the Jade-faced Rakshasa of the Northwest.
Being locked inside, they didn’t know what he would do to them.
They had come here with dreams of wealth and success, but the current situation was far from their dreams.
Several days had passed since they entered the mansion, and Zhao Fangye had not shown his face once.
They were given simple meals and no servants, and even the rooms they stayed in were small and cramped. They quickly found this unbearable.
These young masters and misses, even if their families were not particularly distinguished, had never suffered such humiliation. Before long, they were all clamoring to see the prince.
The guards at the door sneered, “The prince is busy spending time with the Wangfei, how could he have time to see you! Don’t overestimate your worth.”
Inside the study.
Since Song Huaixi complained about the cold last time, several stoves burning brightly had been added around the study.
The stoves were burning silver frost charcoal, worth a thousand gold, refined from the finest pine wood. It not only produced no smoke but also had a faint fragrance.
Outside, the cold wind was biting, but inside, it was warm and comfortable like early spring.
Zhao Fangye sat at a desk to the side, looking at documents. Next to him was a smaller table, which he had specially prepared for Song Huaixi.
At the moment, Song Huaixi was holding a brush, concentrating on tracing Zhao Fangye’s name.
One handled documents, the other traced characters. They were quiet and did not disturb each other.
After a moment, Song Huaixi raised his head from the paper, feeling a soreness in his neck.
Turning his head to look at Zhao Fangye, who was processing documents, he got up and went to his side, snuggling into his arms.
Zhao Fangye, glancing at him while holding the document, lifted one hand to make it easier for him to squeeze in.
Song Huaixi immediately slipped into his arms, sitting on Zhao Fangye’s lap with a practiced ease, his expression natural.
Leaning against his warm, solid chest, Song Huaixi finally felt comfortable. He sat obediently in his embrace, not moving.
Zhao Fangye’s eyes held a smile, knowing that this person was bored and had come to him to act spoiled. Seeing that he was busy, he had the sense to sit quietly and wait.
Quickly reading the document in his hand, he placed it on the desk. Zhao Fangye reached out and wrapped his arms around his waist. “What’s wrong? Tired of writing?”
“Do you want to eat some snacks?” He reached out and took the prepared snacks from the side, placing them in front of him.
The plate contained some not-too-sweet pastries, as well as candied fruits and sweet and sour preserved fruits, all made according to Song Huaixi’s preferences.
In the past, the study would never have had such things.
Since Song Huaixi came, the study had become more and more cluttered. His bright cloak, hand warmers, favorite snacks, favorite tea, and even the picture books brought from the bedroom.
Scattered around the study, they were out of place with the cold, serious atmosphere, but added a touch of life.
Shaking his head, Song Huaixi pushed the snacks away. He didn’t want to eat them right now.
Holding him, Zhao Fangye didn’t understand what he wanted to do. “What is it? Are you bored? Do you want to go out and play?”
“No.”
Song Huaixi just wanted to stick to him. Finding an excuse, he handed his hand to him, a sly look flashing in his eyes, and said coquettishly, “My hand is sore.”
Knowing he was doing it on purpose, Zhao Fangye didn’t expose him. He took his hand in his palm with indulgence, gently kneading his thenar eminence and knuckles. “Is it still sore?”
Song Huaixi was not polite at all, enjoying his massage. “Still sore.”
A soft laugh came from above his head. Song Huaixi noticed that those hands were gradually moving towards his waist. He wanted to stop them but it was too late.
“Huaixi has been writing for so long, your waist must be sore too. Let me massage it as well.”
“Hahahaha!”
Zhao Fangye’s hands roamed on his waist, his fingers pinching the soft flesh of his waist, causing him to feel ticklish.
Song Huaixi repeatedly begged for mercy, squirming on his lap. “Not sore… hahaha… not sore…”
Zhao Fangye’s body stiffened from his movements, and he reached out to hold his wriggling body in his arms.
His eyes darkened and his breathing became heavier. “Don’t move…”
“Ticklish…”
Song Huaixi complained unhappily, his fair face smiling like a peach blossom from the tickling. He looked back at Zhao Fangye, his eyes sparkling.
He didn’t want to move either.
His gaze caused Zhao Fangye’s heart to pause, and he released his waist. His slender fingers lifted his pointed chin.
His handsome face slowly approached, their breaths mingling. The air suddenly became ambiguous.
Song Huaixi knew what he was going to do. Before he could get closer, he took the initiative to cup Zhao Fangye’s face and bring his lips up to meet his.
Zhao Fangye couldn’t dodge in time, and their warm lips touched. Song Huaixi’s movements were slightly inexperienced, but it was enough to provoke Zhao Fangye’s interest.
He reached out to touch his earlobe, pressing his head towards him to take control and deepen the kiss. Zhao Fangye’s kiss was fervent and forceful, and Song Huaixi couldn’t resist, clutching the front of his shirt and whimpering for mercy.
But he didn’t know that this would only bring a more violent offensive.
When the kiss ended, Song Huaixi covered his mouth and pounded his chest in dissatisfaction, sayingSweet: “It hurts.”
Reaching out to caress his crimson lips, his eyes were obscure. Zhao Fangye suppressed the emotions in his heart.
“It’s my fault, I hurt Huaixi.”
He was no longer satisfied with just playing this kind of superficial kissing game with Song Huaixi, but when he met his clean eyes, Zhao Fangye could only suppress the rising desire in his heart.
Who told him that his little Wangfei was a simpleton who hadn’t yet blossomed?
“Hmph!” Song Huaixi grabbed the front of his shirt, his lips pouting high, dissatisfied: “You always say that every time you hurt me. I don’t believe you anymore!”
Recently, when being kissed, Song Huaixi always felt that Zhao Fangye was not as gentle as before. His stance was as if he wanted to eat him into his stomach. Every time after kissing him, his mouth was wooden.
Zhao Fangye would sometimes bite his neck, leaving a circle of teeth marks on his neck. Song Huaixi was startled, feeling like he was really going to be eaten.
Looking down at his moist eyes, full of childishness and a charming feeling. Zhao Fangye couldn’t help but gently touch his lips again: “I was wrong, Huaixi can punish me.”
Song Huaixi thought for a while, put the pen in his hand, and spread out the paper: “Punish you to write my name! Finish writing this stack of paper!”
In his opinion, writing until his neck hurt was a good punishment.
Zhao Fangye couldn’t help but smile, thinking what kind of punishment is this? It’s more like acting spoiled.
“Okay.”
He picked up the pen and began to write on the paper intently. Midway through, Song Huaixi saw that he was writing beautifully. Forgetting that this was a punishment, he shouted that he wanted to write too.
The corners of Zhao Fangye’s lips curved slightly, and he held him in his arms, guiding him to write.
Leaning against his warm chest, his small hand was wrapped in a large palm, leaving sharp strokes on the paper. The three characters Song Huaixi leaped onto the paper.
“It’s so beautiful!” Song Huaixi held the characters, unable to let go, smiling sweetly.
He picked out a few from the stack, folded them, and put them in his small box.
There were already many characters in the wooden box, mostly Zhao Fangye’s name. Only a few were his own name.
But no matter how many, Song Huaixi treasured them and stored them away.
Deputy General Sun walked in and saw the intimate posture of the two. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly, and reported: “Wangye, those people are clamoring to see you.”