"At this moment, all I see, all I crave, is you. I don't need to go to court; day and night mean nothing now." Before Yang Ning could voice any further reservations, Zheng Liang silenced her with a passionate kiss.
Yang Ning gasped for her breath as his lips met hers, diving into another passionate kiss. His tongue delicately explored the softness of her mouth, tracing its contours and evoking a whirl of sensations, leaving her muddleheaded. The outside world faded, leaving only the intimate dance of their lips and the electrifying feel of their shared moment.
As Zheng Liang deepened the kiss, his hands ventured to explore her curves, eliciting soft moans that vibrated against his lips. With each touch, Yang Ning grew more responsive, her fingers tracing the muscles of his back, a silent testament to her growing desire.
His lips traced a burning path from her mouth, down the elegant line of her neck, to the vulnerable hollow of her collarbone. With each fervent touch, he claimed her skin, intent on leaving reminders of their heated exchange.
Yang Ning moaned as he sucked on her exposed skin on her neck. The sensation made her breathless, her face turning a deep shade of red. Even in the cold, she felt a heat rise within her, realizing that this was one powerful antidote to the biting cold weather.
Driven by the electricity of his touch and kisses, Yang Ning chose to seize control. Her hands eagerly roamed his frame, itching to remove the robe that hid his sculpted form. Blinded by passion, she scrambled to find the tie binding his attire.
But in her eagerness, her hands brushed against his wound, causing him to sharply wince and break the intensity of the moment.
Yang Ning was startled when he abruptly pulled back, a pained expression shadowing his face. Seeing him clutch the spot of his wound, her concern intensified.
She immediately snapped out of her daze and stared at him, her eyes wide with shock. "What happened? Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Her voice quivered, laden with a mix of guilt and anxiety.
The sight of him biting his lower lip made it clear — she had unknowingly aggravated his injury.
"Are you out of your mind? Why are you moving like that? You'll injure yourself!" Yang Ning exclaimed, lightly punching him on the shoulder to emphasize her point.
"You can't even move without pain, and you want to—" Yang Ning took a deep breath, gathering her emotions. "It's final. Until you're healed and better, you can't come near me. To ensure this, you'll sleep in the guest room. That's final." She quickly rose from the bed, anxious to avoid getting trapped in his persuasive tactics again.
"What? The guest chamber? Yang Ning! How can you be so cold?" He gazed at her in utter disbelief. It felt like she had dangled a piece of chicken in front of a starving man, only to snatch it away just as he had caught a whiff, leaving him craving a delicious feast.
How can she be so cruel and heartless towards him?
Ignoring his complaints, Yang Ning adjusted her dress and tidied her hair. She then approached and opened the door. Turning to the maids waiting outside, she instructed, "Prepare the guest chamber. His Highness will be sleeping there for the next few days. Also, have Master Jiang check on his wound once more."
The maids exchanged glances with each other and blinked in bewilderment. However, before they could ponder on the situation, Zheng Liang's aggrieved voice rang out from the bed, who was still sitting on the bed, "Yang Ning, if you think this will prevent me, you're in for a surprise. Once I'm healed, I bet you'll be the one chasing after me," he declared with a cheeky grin.
The faces of the maids standing outside flushed deep red. In Yang Ning's presence, they bite their tongues, trying hard to suppress their reactions. They had initially assumed that a disagreement was the reason for Zheng Liang's relocation to the guest chamber.
The actual reason, it seemed, was far more intimate. While it was known that the relationship between the Crown Prince and Princess was blossoming, no one anticipated that they would be so open about their feelings and dynamics in front of others.
Yang Ning chuckled softly at Zheng Liang's playful comments, shaking her head in amused exasperation. She then addressed the maids, "Go and do as I've instructed."
The maids nodded, bowed respectfully, and replied, "Yes, Your Highness." They then proceeded to prepare the guest chamber and to find Master Jiang, as Yang Ning had instructed.