My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

Chapter 220 Spring Night

"I……"

Chu Ling opened his mouth, about to say something, when Xie Yan quickly covered his lips with hers, "Don't speak, you're sick now, it's contagious."

Chu Ling: "..."

Perhaps due to her internal energy, Xie Yan's body temperature was always much cooler than that of ordinary people, making her the complete opposite of Chu Ling, who was burning up as if he were on fire.

The contact between them did a good job of easing Chu Ling's heat, but it also made him feel increasingly restless and agitated.

Chu Ling also raised his hand and covered Xie Yan's hand that was covering him, slowly stroking it while gently rubbing his face against his palm.

As if he had found the best solution, Chu Ling reached out to Xie Yan again.

He lowered his eyes and focused his gaze on Xie Yan's lips.

In the dim candlelight, Xie Yan's unadorned face seemed to be bathed in a soft glow, even her slightly upturned lips appeared soft and full in Chu Ling's eyes, like some kind of delicious fruit.

Chu Ling's Adam's apple bobbed incessantly, his eyes growing ever deeper. He felt an uncontrollable heat emanating from his heart and lungs, spreading throughout his entire body.

The constant heat emanating from within him made his blood boil, his nerves screaming, and he was restless and unable to control himself.

Xie Yan was burned by his body temperature and gaze. She trembled slightly and tried to pull her hand back, but found that it was being held tightly and she couldn't move at all.

Chu Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, like some kind of animal, some unconscious instinct urging him to swallow the fragrant and warm food in front of him in one gulp.

Get closer, and even closer.

As their figures gradually overlapped and their breaths mingled, Xie Yan turned away coldly, saying, "I think you're quite ill. I'll go and make you some medicine."

However, before he could take a step, a figure pressed down firmly from behind!

Xie Yan's waist suddenly tightened, and the next second she was picked up by the waist and, after a dizzying moment, was thrown onto the bed by Chu Ling.

A weight suddenly appeared on his body. When he came to his senses again, he saw that Chu Ling had already enveloped him and was looking at him with a deep gaze.

Chu Ling leaned down and breathed hot air onto Xie Yan's face. "It's not that she's sick, it's just that she's taking Chinese medicine."

Xie Yan: "...What?"

As if she had heard something out of the blue, Xie Yan looked on incredulously.

Chu Ling smiled slightly and patiently repeated, "I've been drugged with aphrodisiacs."

Xie Yan: "..."

Who? Who is so reckless as to dare to attack Chu Ling?

Seeing Xie Yan's question, Chu Ling didn't think for long before slowly fading his smile and saying, word by word, "He... Shan."

The ship Xie Yan and her group were on this time was temporarily requisitioned, not a dedicated merchant ship, and unlike the previous ship, it did not have the same elaborate cabin decorations.

Therefore, the rooms on the ship were relatively simple, and even the bedding on the bed boards was not very thick, so it felt hard and uncomfortable when you lay down on it.

But right now, there's something else that's even more bothersome.

Xie Yan shifted her legs, carefully avoiding the dangerous spot. "Bear with it, I'll go find him and get the antidote."

"Don't move, it's too late."

Due to the effects of the medicine, Chu Ling's eyes were slightly red at this moment, and his usually cold and indifferent eyes were now tinged with passion.

His slightly trembling breaths were suppressed, and his eyes, which were fixed on Xie Yan, held an undisguised longing.

Although her voice was hoarse, her tone sounded exceptionally pitiful, "Ah Yan, please help me."

Before he could refuse, Chu Ling bit her lip and said, her eyes brimming with tears, "Or perhaps, you've been deceiving my feelings all along?"

Xie Yan: "..."

Chu Ling looked aggrieved, "A-Yan..."

"Come on, come on!"

Xie Yan spread her hands in despair.

With Xie Yan's tacit approval, Chu Ling quickly removed his clothes.

As Chu Ling moved, the dim light slowly crept onto Xie Yan's exposed skin, spreading all the way to his slightly pursed lips.

Chu Ling leaned down, wrapped his arms around Xie Yan's waist, and forced him to arch his body.

The ambiguous sound of water echoed in the quiet room.

The two embraced and rolled into the bed, the bed curtains falling to completely cover their tightly pressed figures.

After the passionate and lingering kiss ended, Chu Ling looked up at Xie Yan with tenderness in his eyes.

The person below had a hazy look in their captivating peach blossom eyes, and their face was flushed with a rosy hue, with the mole at the corner of their eye also turning quite red.

He was the one taking Chinese medicine, but Xie Yan was the one who was panting heavily.

Chu Ling reached out and gently pressed and kneaded Xie Yan's lips with his hot and slightly rough fingertips, the soft area gradually turning crimson and luscious.

He was panting, his breathing becoming heavier and deeper, so much so that Xie Yan was enveloped by his heat and, unusually, also had some kind of reaction.

Xie Yan paused, then shrank back slightly, raising her arm shyly to her forehead.

This change could not possibly have been kept secret from Chu Ling.

He paused, glancing at the bright red earlobes that Xie Yan hadn't managed to conceal, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

He then bent down, pulled Xie Yan's hand away, and kissed it as he said, "Don't worry."

Chu Ling stroked Xie Yan's face, his voice soft and gentle, his eyes filled with tenderness, as if he were looking at a precious gem that needed to be carefully protected.

"This situation is not what I intended. I will keep my promise and we will do the final thing on our wedding night."

He took Xie Yan's hand and gently kissed it a few times, saying meaningfully, "So now, I'll trouble you, Ayan, to help me with this."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yan's gaze softened, and she nodded, saying, "Alright."

She took his hand and reached it downwards.

Two hours later——

"No, that's not enough."

Chu Ling brushed his sweat-dampened bangs back and exhaled a deep breath.

"Ah Yan, spread your legs."

With his large hand, Chu Ling grabbed Xie Yan's thigh and embraced her from behind.

The still incredibly hot breath suddenly sprayed onto Xie Yan's nape, and the next second, she felt a slight rubbing sensation on her earlobe.

"Clench it tight."

Xie Yan also took a breath, turned her back to Chu Ling, turned her head, and buried her face in the quilt.

Although this made his breathing much weaker, it sounded like a kitten's meow, making people itch with desire and become confused.

The sounds of panting, rising and falling, lingered in the room for a long time.

The people inside the room finally quieted down as dawn broke.