Chapter 25
Pei Ji was a whole head taller than him, bare. Bare-chested, with extremely well-defined and solid shoulder and neck muscles, he exuded a strong sense of power. At this moment, he was staring at him with his head lowered, his pitch-black eyes deep and dark, his gaze like that of a ravenous wolf.
His breathing was very rapid, his chest rising and falling violently, and his large, hot hands had already moved from his waist to his hips, vigorously kneading, with a highly sexual connotation.
With a highly suggestive tone, as if he were about to crush the buttocks.
Such a Pei Ji made Song Beiyao feel incredibly unfamiliar. He realized that the person in front of him seemed to be on the brink of losing control.
There was no time to think about the reasons; he used all his strength to push the person away, quickly turned around to support himself with the bathtub, and ran outside.
Behind him, the sound of splashing water echoed. Pei Ji almost effortlessly caught up with him, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and walked deeper into the palace.
Cold water continuously dripped from Pei Ji, leaving a trail of water marks in his wake.
"Your Highness..." Song Beiyao tried to struggle, but that hand was firmly welded to his waist, not moving an inch.
"Pei Ji, put me down!"
Pei Ji walked to the edge of the bed, threw Song Beiyao onto the bed, and leaned down. The water on their bodies instantly soaked the mattress.
Song Beiyao immediately wriggled out from under him, trying to crawl to the side, but was quickly yanked back by Pei Ji. his wrists were suddenly pulled above his head, held down firmly, and his legs were forcibly spread apart. Under such forceful restraint, there was no possibility of breaking free.
Song Beiyao felt a flicker of fear in his heart, "Pei Ji! Get a grip!"
Pei Ji, however, seemed to hear nothing, his eyes only on those red lips that opened and closed.
He leaned down to kiss, but Song Beiyao turned his head away. He took the opportunity to kiss the young man's earlobe and neck, one hand lifting the wet clothes, his scorching palm reaching inside, touching the cool skin, wandering downwards all the way.
Song Beiyao was suddenly startled. Neither his current physical condition nor his state of mind was at all prepared for doing such a thing.
Struggling in vain, he opened his mouth and bit down hard on Pei Ji's shoulder, blood immediately gushing out and filling his mouth. He didn't dare to stop, his teeth still biting down hard until the pain made the other person's movements cease.
Pei Ji looked up from the boy's neck, a fleeting look of confusion in his eyes, gradually regaining a hint of clarity.
The person beneath him was soaked through, looking somewhat disheveled. Their slender arms were shackled above their head, and their water-stained cheeks were pale to the point of near transparency. Black hair, snow-white skin, the corners of the lips stained with a hint of blood.
"Pei Ji, are you awake now?" Song Beiyao, panting, with his beautiful eyes fiercely confronting him, not giving an inch.
He no longer called him husband, and his gaze, no longer as gentle as water, now carried an aggressive edge. Clearly, it was the same face, but with a different expression, the feeling had completely changed.
Pei Ji gradually controlled the overwhelming desire within him that was almost consuming his intellect. Looking, quietly watching Song Beiyao.
He remembered the expression on the boy's face when he uttered those final words in the dungeon, driven to the brink of despair. Like a poppy flower laced with poison, beautiful yet dangerous.
He recalled the exquisite dance of the young man at tonight's palace banquet, ethereal as a dream, as if he were dancing with his life, leaving a profound impact on the heart.
Which one is the real Song Beiyao?
Pei Ji squinted slightly, his voice deep and hoarse, "Didn't you say before that you wanted to consummate the marriage with me?"
The heated floor in the sleeping chamber is not cold, but the wet clothes sticking to their bodies are very uncomfortable.
Song Beiyao's eyes flickered slightly, and in the blink of an eye, his cheeks had already flushed with a hint of red, his tone filled with shyness, "I'm not feeling well today, husband. Let's do it another day."
After saying that, he pushed Pei Ji away and tried to get out of bed. Pei Ji grabbed him and pulled him back onto the bed, saying, "You're soaked like this, where do you think you're going?"
Once again being confined, Song Beiyao instinctively struggled and said, "I’m going to return to the Yannuan Pavilion."
Pei Ji's breathing suddenly intensified, "Don't move."
Song Beiyao's eyelashes fluttered gently, making him look exceptionally charming: "Husband, what's wrong tonight?"
He had no idea that his current appearance was so tempting to Pei Ji that it made the older man want to devour him.
Pei Ji's grip on his wrist tightened, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his voice hoarse, "Helian Zhuo put something in your drink."
"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?"
The other party didn't explain, and Song Beiyao didn't dare to move again. Pei Ji was very close to him, making him feel embarrassed. He averted his gaze away from Pei Ji’s, "Is there any medicine in the residence that can neutralize it?"
"No." Pei Ji eased his shackling grip on Song Beiyao
"What does my husband plan to do, solve it himself?" Song Beiyao asked him softly, "Are you still going to find someone?"
Pei Ji looked down at him, the pale, beautiful face filled with concern in his eyes. The desire that had been forcibly suppressed seemed to boil over again, and Pei Ji's voice was unbearable.
"This king won't."
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