Kissing again, even more, intimate than before. Prince Dwei saw Ying Hua getting closer to him sensually, giving the most graceful yet erotic dance. Usually, he was not at all interested in such dances, which were usually held by one of his friends.
His friends would have a party, then became valorous in a very short time, as the dancers tried to seduce them. Everyone would be stung until it ended in a tiring hot activity.
His friends always invited him to do the same. But he always refused it.
"Are you afraid your image will be tarnished? Are you afraid that this could make you removed from your position as crown prince?" asked one of his friends. "Don't worry, we won't do that. Because not only will you get a bad image, but so will we. So, let's keep each other's secrets."
"I'm not afraid that my image will be tarnished and become bad," Prince Dwei replied lightly. "But I'm not interested."
"Then what kind of dancers can attract you?"
"I don't know," he snorted as he leaned back bored. "I do not know either."
One of his other friends came from a direction, then resuscitated the friend who persuaded him. "Never mind, Prince Dwei is not interested in this kind of thing. Have you forgotten that he has always been against the matchmaking proposed by his parents? I don't think he's interested in such things."
But unfortunately, it did not make his friend back down. Now appeared another strange theory that was ridiculous. "Don't tell me you…. You like men, don't you?"
"Hey!" And they would end up fighting in the style of the very familiar men. They had a form of support and affection with their special languages.
After his friend's words, Prince Dwei thought that he did have a disorder. He might indeed like men more than women. But after being in the palace environment and often meeting many people, there was not a single man who could captivate him. It made him believe that he was not attracted to anyone, man or woman.
Until then his meeting with Ying Hua happened. Maybe that was not the only reason, because if she didn't kiss him maybe he wouldn't have feelings for her.
Now the situation was getting worse. He hallucinated more and more often with her and did many of the things he often saw among his friends as well as the dancers or the girls from the Green Mansion. Of course, it tormented him even more because he didn't want to see her again after what she said about reincarnated souls.
But what could he do? Currently, he was hiding in a room that was very rarely known by the court ladies and eunuchs. He sat in the corner of the room, originally intending to hide because he didn't want to meet Teacher Jun. But suddenly Ying Hua came with her beauty, who had now taken off her outer outfit, leaving clothes like a cloth wrapped around the border of the upper chest.
He was momentarily stunned or perhaps stupefied. At first, he wanted to look ignorant, but her charm was too strong to resist. Even though he knew that she could not possibly enter the palace (because he thought she was a demon) but still he hoped that she was not his hallucination.
"Prince," she called, standing not far from where he was sitting. Her slim body with clean skin was very beautiful. Swinging, he approached him and then sat crouched gracefully in front of him.
Gulped. 'Her face is very pretty. Her eyes are very alluring. Her neck is very stunning and perfect. Her collarbone is so sexy. Her shoulder line is very charming. And her chest…' He turned away feeling almost coughing. His eyes were closed to clear his dirty thoughts.
But he felt a caress on his face, which instantly made him realize. The softness he had ever felt when they kissed in the spider demon's web.
"Why did you ignore me, Prince?" Ying Hua looked sulky. Her rosy and extremely moist lips looked even more tantalizing than usual. "Haven't you always thought of me?"
"Wh-what?" he gasped. "No!" But his voice trembled and cracked. "I don't think about you. You're just talking nonsense."
"Is that true?" She crawled in a very sensual movement, leaning forward as if to offer herself up. The smirk on her lips was too intoxicating, it made him feel like he was bewitched to the point of not moving at all.
When he was daydreaming, suddenly he was squeezed by her, with her face that was very close. "Then why every night you can't sleep just thinking about me? Why do you fantasize about being able to hold my hand and hug me while you sleep? And why…." She gave a seductive look. "Why do you imagine doing spicy things with me?"
"No!" He argued again, even clenching his fists as if to push her away. But at that moment he felt his body not doing what he wanted. He was too comfortable and yearns for her. His heart and brain were fighting for two opposite things.
"Really?" She tilted her head, smiling like a crooked crescent moon. "Want us to prove it together?"
His brain wanted to refuse, but his heart liked the idea. So he just said, "How?"
"You know how."
"No. I don't know."
"Okay. Looks like you're still too shy to admit it. Now I will be on the aggressive side. But if we meet again next time, then you have to be the aggressive side."
"We won't see each other again. Have you forgotten what I told you earlier?"
"I'm not sure. I seem to have forgotten about it."
He cleared his throat, inwardly waiting for her to move first to approach him. But she still hadn't done anything. "So, what should we do?"
"Hm, it turns out you did want it." She smirked in satisfaction, then chuckled as he got fussy trying to deny it.
"I don't want it, I don't want you. I'd rather just go now than have to talk to you."
"Do you think meeting Master Jun is much more enjoyable than staying here with me?" Ying Hua smiled again as if she knew what he was going to say.
"I don't want to meet Teacher Jun."
"Then stay here."
"Ahem!" He relaxed his back, then clasped his hands on his knees. "Not that I want to be here with you, but because I have no other choice. Be nice! You must respect the crown prince."
"I do respect you, Prince. That's why I come when you think of me. I will make you no longer lonely."
"Since you brought it up again…" Prince Dwei looked away and played hard to get. "What exactly can we do here?"
"A lot," she sounded pretty sure.
"For example?"
"For example…" She rested her palms on his chest, then exhaled on his face, cupped him with both her hands, then kissed him, quenching his thirst the way he wanted.
Drunk, his breath became passionate as his heartbeats increased, especially when he felt the softness of her pressing on his body.
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