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In the dead of night, Ye Chen's Xin Xiang erupted once more, the fragrant scent wafting gently into Pei Guanjing's nostrils.
Pei Guanjing's steady breathing faltered for a moment. He instinctively furrowed his brow, loosening his grip on Ye Chen and turning his head slightly to gaze at him quietly.
Ye Chen was deep in sleep, his fair face illuminated softly in the dim light, with eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
Before sleeping, Ye Chen had wrestled with his thoughts. Although Pei Guanjing harbored certain impulses towards him, he believed that before marriage, Pei Guanjing would not act recklessly. After all, ancient people placed great importance on reputation and marriage. Take Pei Guanjing for example; he had many opportunities but had always restrained himself. Ye Chen understood Pei Guanjing's character well; he was certainly someone who valued these matters.
Moreover, if Pei Guanjing were truly capable of such actions, he would have done so long ago. Why wait until now? With this thought, Ye Chen relaxed and drifted back into a deep sleep.
Ye Chen was confident that Pei Guanjing would not do anything to him. Even if his Rain Dew Period were to erupt at this moment, he believed that Pei Guanjing would uphold his boundaries.
However, what he did not know was that for Tian Qian and Kun Ze, who had a high compatibility with him, Ye Chen's Rain Dew Period was like an addictive poison that Pei Guanjing could not resist.
Every time Ye Chen's Haitang Fragrance wafted before Pei Guanjing's nose, it felt like a gentle knife cutting through his steadfast willpower. If it weren't for the overwhelming desire to protect Ye Chen above all else, Ye Chen would have long been marked by him, becoming Kun Ze solely belonging to him.
Pei Guanjing felt another surge of blood rushing to his head and self-deprecatingly thought that he was indeed becoming younger; just a slight stimulus from Ye Chen's Xin Xiang made his heart race like a young boy's, preventing him from sleeping at all.
With a helpless smile and a hint of affection mixed with resignation, Pei Guanjing shook his head.
He then gently pulled at the nape of Ye Chen's neck, noticing that the Heavenly Mandate there had swollen again, its color deeper than before.
For patients who had been taking the Hidden Fragrance Pill for a long time, Pei Guanjing usually advised them to release their pent-up feelings with Tian Qian or Kun Ze. But when it came to Ye Chen, he simply couldn't bring himself to do so.
It was rare to see such tenderness on Pei Guanjing's stern face; yet when facing Ye Chen, everything seemed perfectly natural.
Pei Guanjing looked down at the still-sleeping Ye Chen, his gaze soft enough to draw tears. He couldn't help but gently tug at the corners of his lips into a bitter smile.
This night would surely be quite torturous for him.
At this moment, Ye Chen was in the prime of his Kun Ze years; the intensity of his Xin Xiang under prolonged suppression was enough to make one's heart tremble.
Seeing Ye Chen in discomfort, Pei Guanjing ultimately marked him once again.
As the rich scent of pine slowly filled the air, Ye Chen's once frantic breaths gradually steadied, and his furrowed brow began to relax. Seeing this, Pei Guanjing slowly withdrew his Xin Xiang, but Ye Chen inevitably absorbed some of his essence.
Gazing at the one he cherished, sleeping beside him, still carrying traces of his Xin Xiang, Pei Guanjing felt his already heated blood boil even more intensely in that moment.
He propped himself up gently, careful not to disturb Ye Chen's sweet dreams. Slowly, he extended a large hand, his long fingers delicately brushing against Ye Chen's soft cheek.
The skin beneath his fingertips was smooth as silk, and the warmth radiating from it instantly brought a sense of heat to his cold fingers, as if an electric current surged through him.
"A Chen, it’s been a long time since we last met. I haven’t had the chance to properly greet you. I’m so glad to see you again. It’s unfortunate that we’ve encountered so many troubles right away, but at least now we can finally spend a few quiet days together," Pei Guanjing whispered softly.
He recalled the first time he met Ye Chen; he was not yet fourteen and must have used some means to enter the Military Camp.
Back at Firehead Camp, Ye Chen was so small yet managed to carry heavy iron pots weighing over ten pounds. His tiny figure busied itself around the camp every day, evoking both pity and admiration. Later, when he entered the Medical Camp, he became acquainted with numerous herbs and mastered many of Pei Guanjing’s exclusive recipes. If he weren’t at Huai’an’s Manor now, he could have become quite a renowned physician.
From thirteen to sixteen years old, there were two years apart, but that brief year together was enough for Pei Guanjing to fall deeply for him. Since then, his feelings had taken root and become inseparable; this heart remains unchanged and steadfast until death.
He wondered when it began—perhaps from the very moment they first met—when the hazy figure of the boy under the moonlight became deeply etched in his heart.
If you loved only me, A Chen, then we would be the happiest couple. But you insist on being entangled with Lou Yu. I wish I could stay by your side, watching you grow up and then marry me. But… A Chen, I have no time and can only send you home.
Once everything is settled, I will give you a home happier than anyone else’s.
Thinking of the tense situation now, Pei Guanjing's eyes gradually darkened with complexity.
He lowered his head and stared at Ye Chen's slightly swollen red lips for a long time. The lips were slightly flushed from their earlier kiss and the influence of Xin Xiang, delicate like flowers that had fallen after spring rain—fragile yet vibrant.
With a shadow crossing his gaze, Pei Guanjing leaned in to kiss him again.
The petals of their lips carried a faint fragrance of Haitang that lingered between them, intoxicating Pei Guanjing and making it hard for him to pull away.
What was meant to be just a light taste turned into an irresistible temptation; he found himself trapped in a sweet whirlpool from which he could not escape.
Pei Guanjing's tongue moved like a lively yet slightly eerie snake, gently gliding over Ye Chen's lips. With an indescribable obsession, he meticulously traced the contours of Ye Chen's mouth, savoring every curve and line with his tongue.
Then, he captured Ye Chen's lower lip, beginning to taste it slowly and forcefully, as if he wanted to merge Ye Chen's essence deep into his own soul.
As their breaths grew heavier, Pei Guanjing's eyes narrowed slightly, glimmering with a profound light that held an endless possessiveness. In that moment, he seemed almost delirious!
Yet, this was still far from enough for him.
Deep within Pei Guanjing, a frenzied desire surged like a roaring tide, constantly churning.
He extended his left hand again, his long fingers carrying a hint of coldness as they gripped Ye Chen's rounded chin. The pressure was gentle yet carried an irresistible force that compelled Ye Chen to part his lips slightly.
Then, like a long-starved beast, he swiftly thrust his tongue inside, skillfully entwining it with Ye Chen's delicate one in a fervent embrace.
In the darkness of the night, his actions bore an almost mad determination, silently declaring to the world:
No matter the cost, even if he were to fall into the depths of hell, his A Chen would forever belong solely to him, Pei Guanjing.
In this life and the next! For all eternity! As long as he lived, A Chen could never be shared with anyone else.
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