SEHE Chapter 69

Chaotic Accounts

The golden mask fell to the ground with a sound.

Tang Xizhui’s eyes widened.

The leg beneath his hand slowly slid upward, but he couldn’t hook it no matter what.

Tang Xizhui exerted force and lifted, and the slender leg successfully wrapped around. He pressed his body forward aggressively, pinning the person firmly against the corner cabinet.

The other leg also took the initiative to wrap around him.

Tang Xizhui’s arms tightly encircled his waist. Being licked without any technique by Pei Yanci left him completely unable to maintain his temper. He turned the tables, coaxing the person to open his mouth.

“It’s been twice already, and you still haven’t learned?” He chuckled lightly, his voice like tender shoots emerging from decay and growing in the wind, scratching at one’s heartstrings—utterly different from his earlier sinister and oppressive demeanor.

Pei Yanci was forced to tilt his head back. Just as the back of his head was about to hit the cabinet top, a cold, large hand firmly held it. He twisted his body somewhat uncomfortably, dissatisfied with the feeling of being completely restrained.

A feeling of about to lose control.

He liked to keep everything firmly under his control—any person, any matter couldn’t escape his plans.

But right now, there was someone even more domineering than him, wrapping around him without explanation. He felt like a large tree tightly entwined by dodder vines, being continuously drained of nutrients until exhausted.

He struggled restlessly, wanting to break free and regain control.

As if in punishment, his palate was heavily ground over by the rough, textured surface of a tongue.

He whimpered, his whole body burning intensely. His hands clutched at the other’s collar, afraid of falling to the ground.

Yet his legs couldn’t muster any strength.

His back touched something hard—somehow Tang Xizhui had already carried him to the bed.

His bed was the ordinary kind that servants slept on. As the weather gradually grew hotter, the original soft padding had been removed, leaving only the ice-cold and rigid bamboo mat that uncomfortably pressed against one’s bones when sleeping.

When Pei Yanci’s back suddenly touched the bamboo mat, the icy coolness stimulated him so that his waist and abdomen tightened, and he instinctively thrust upward, touching someone’s firm waist.

The hand at his waist took the opportunity to apply more force, and the two bodies pressed even more seamlessly together.

His head spun, and when he came back to his senses, Tang Xizhui was already lying beneath him.

The beauty was like jade. His large, elongated eyes had now turned into a thick deep purple, staring at him eerily.

Pei Yanci always felt that sometimes these eyes were like those that should belong to a beast walking alone in the dark night, not appearing on a human.

Once stared at by those strange pupils, all the blood in one’s body would freeze, limbs would stiffen, and one could only watch helplessly as their body was torn to pieces bit by bit.

But at this moment, those eyes carried a hazy bewilderment within their danger. Pei Yanci was stared at until his blood boiled throughout his body.

The two legs at his sides couldn’t help but tighten.

Tang Xizhui felt the force transmitted between the legs, and a hint of amusement rose in his eyes.

The golden crown fell to the ground, and the hair ribbon also fluttered down beside his shoes.

The world spun again, and Pei Yanci’s back pressed against the bamboo mat that had already been warmed by body heat.

Temples, corners of eyes, tip of nose, behind ears, neck, collarbones… As the snow-white inner garment dampened by black hair slowly peeled away from the shoulders and hung at the crook of his arms, the panic in Pei Yanci’s eyes became increasingly obvious.

Temptation.

He had absolutely been tempted by this person’s beauty, which was why his head had become muddled for a moment and he had agreed to such an absurd deal.

“I…” The person who was always decisive in killing now began to hesitate.

“Want to go back on your word?” The words squeezed from deep in Tang Xizhui’s throat carried a dangerous killing intent.

Pei Yanci’s remaining words were forced back down his throat, transforming instead into waves of moans.

About to completely lose control.

His face flushed red, his hands wanting to grab onto something but could only futilely clutch at Tang Xizhui’s wide sleeves.

“Don’t be afraid…” Tang Xizhui comforted with his mouth, pecking lightly everywhere, while his hand quietly and soundlessly moved slowly down from the waist.

“Ah!”

He suddenly tensed his body like a bow pulled to its limit.

So cold.

Like an ice pick.

His full, round buttocks trembled ceaselessly, looking as if they’d been poured with a layer of congealed golden wax in the candlelight.

Slowly, the golden wax that hadn’t melted for ten thousand years softened in the hand, and the cold fingers were also warmed, becoming slippery and wet. Under continuous probing, the golden wax changed like maltose into snow-white, melting into sticky syrup, glistening and moist as it blended into a mass.

Tang Xizhui lifted his body and, by the dim candlelight, carefully admired the snow-white substance in his hand as if it were a treasure.

His straight, slender index and middle fingers separated then came together, then separated again, pulling fine silver threads between them, lingering connections.

Pei Yanci’s chest heaved, the corners of his eyes a muddy, wet red. Seeing him put those filthy fingers into his mouth and eat them, he tightened again below.

“Just two fingers, and Your Majesty delivered so quickly.” A hint of decadent wickedness rose in his magnificent purple eyes.

Pei Yanci’s soft body suddenly had blood flowing backward, hands and feet turning cold.

“What are you randomly calling me…”

Before he could finish, Tang Xizhui’s body pressed down again, his rising tone like a feather lightly brushing across the strings in his mind that had become sensitive from being scorched by fierce fire. “It seems Your Majesty also feels this servant has served very well.”

“What exactly are you saying…” Pei Yanci’s head was confused.

Looking at this person’s certain and knowing expression, a thought suddenly arose in his mind.

Tang Xizhui knows!

He knows his identity from the previous life!

He remembered last time when drunk, Tang Xizhui said he had revealed quite a bit.

“That time I was just talking nonsense…”

“That time when drunk, Your Majesty said nothing at all.” He smiled like a thousand-year-old fox spirit. “However, after sobering up from the alcohol, Your Majesty honestly confessed everything clearly yourself.”

That time, Tang Xizhui had extracted his identity from him.

Today, he finally got to taste the person he wanted.

His little emperor was truly proud and difficult to serve.

Fortunately, in the end, he achieved his goal.

Hunting the emperor.

“This servant has served so well, shouldn’t Your Majesty reward something?”

Pei Yanci was caught completely off guard by this form of address, thrown into confusion. Hearing this sentence, he instinctively wanted to crawl out of bed.

His hand had just touched the bed curtain when he could no longer escape even half an inch.

“Presumptous!”

“Just now when receiving this servant’s service, Your Majesty’s two mouths weren’t saying this at all.”

Tang Xizhui’s kiss fell on the character “slave” at the back of his neck, following the spine gradually downward.

“It seems this servant’s service still isn’t good enough.”

“Let go of Zhen… ah…”

The hand on the curtain instantly tightened its grip on the gauze, arm muscles tensing. His entire body was like red-hot iron, and upon closer inspection, was trembling extremely faintly all over.

The tongue… went inside…

Pei Yanci’s scalp tingled, sobbing and whimpering helplessly. It was as if a string in his mind had snapped. He felt he could no longer endure any more and futilely twisted his limbs, only to receive a light slap on his buttocks from the other party.

“Mm…” It didn’t hurt, but was extremely humiliating.

“Be good.”

“No…” This person was committing the offense of a subordinate against a superior.

“If Your Majesty doesn’t like this servant serving this way, how about changing the method?”

Pei Yanci shook his head helplessly, black hair scattered on the bamboo mat. The teardrops that had condensed from stimulation hadn’t yet disappeared into his hair before being licked away by a tongue.

The moon crescent shyly hid into the dark clouds.

The room became even darker.

Only deep and shallow panting and breathing remained.