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In the dead of night, Ye Chen's fragrance erupted once more, wafting gently like threads of silk into Pei Guanjing's nostrils.
Pei Guanjing's steady breathing faltered for a moment. He instinctively furrowed his brow and loosened his grip on Ye Chen, turning his head slightly to glance at him.
Ye Chen was deep in slumber, his fair face illuminated softly by the dim light, and his eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly.
Before falling asleep, Ye Chen had wrestled with his thoughts. Although Pei Guanjing felt an impulse towards him, he believed that until they were married, he would not act recklessly. After all, ancient people placed great importance on reputation and marriage. Pei Guanjing had numerous 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.
Confident that Pei Guanjing would not do anything to him, even during his Rain Dew Period, he felt assured that the other would uphold his boundaries.
However, what Ye Chen did not realize was that for Tian Qian and Kun Ze, who shared a high compatibility with him, Ye Chen's Rain Dew Period was like an irresistible poison for Pei Guanjing.
Each time Ye Chen's Haitang Fragrance drifted past Pei Guanjing's nose, it felt like a gentle knife cutting through his steadfast willpower. If it weren't for the love he held for Ye Chen outweighing everything else, Ye Chen might have already been completely marked by him, becoming Kun Ze solely for Pei Guanjing.
Pei Guanjing felt another wave of heat rising within him and couldn’t help but think with self-deprecation that he was indeed growing younger; just a whiff of Ye Chen's fragrance stirred him like a young man, causing his heart to race incessantly and preventing him from sleeping.
He shook his head with a helpless smile, a mix of fondness and resignation in his expression.
Then he gently tugged 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 long been taking the Hidden Fragrance Pill, Pei Guanjing usually advised them to find Tian Qian or Kun Ze to relieve their urges. 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 in front of Ye Chen, everything seemed perfectly natural.
Pei Guanjing looked down at the still-sleeping Ye Chen with eyes so soft they could almost weep. 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 youth as a Kun Ze. The fragrance emanating from him was intensified after being suppressed for so long, making it almost overwhelming.
Seeing Ye Chen in such distress, Pei Guanjing ultimately marked him once again.
As the rich scent of pine slowly filled the air, Ye Chen's previously frantic breaths gradually steadied, and his furrowed brow began to relax. Seeing this, Pei Guanjing slowly withdrew his Xin Xiang, yet Ye Chen inevitably absorbed some of his aura.
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 in that moment.
He propped himself up gently, careful not to disturb Ye Chen's sweet dreams, and slowly extended a large hand. His long, slender fingers delicately brushed against Ye Chen's soft cheek.
The skin beneath his fingertips was smooth as silk, and the warmth radiating from it instantly thawed the coldness in his fingers, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through him.
"A Chen, it’s been a long time since we last met, and I haven’t had the chance to properly greet you. I’m so glad to see you again. It’s unfortunate that we encountered so many troubles right away, but thankfully now we can finally spend a few peaceful days together," Pei Guanjing whispered softly.
He recalled their first meeting when Ye Chen was not yet fourteen; he must have used some means to enter the Military Camp.
At Firehead Camp, Ye Chen’s small frame managed to carry heavy iron pots weighing over ten pounds. Every day, his petite figure busied itself around the camp, evoking both sympathy and admiration. Later, when he entered Medical Camp, he became acquainted with numerous herbs and mastered many of Pei Guanjing’s exclusive prescriptions. If he weren’t at King Huai'an’s residence now, he could probably be a well-known physician.
From the age of thirteen to sixteen, they spent only a year together amidst two years apart, yet that brief time was enough for Pei Guanjing to fall deeply for him. Since then, his feelings had taken root firmly—difficult to part with and unwavering until death.
He wondered when it had begun—perhaps it was at that first meeting when the shadowy figure of the youth under the moonlight became deeply etched in his heart.
If you loved only me, A Chen, then we would be the happiest couple. Yet you insist on entangling yourself 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; I can only send you home.
Once everything settles down, I will give you a home more blissful than anyone else’s.
Thinking about the tense situation now unfolding, Pei Guanjing's gaze grew increasingly obscure and complex.
He lowered his head and stared at Ye Chen's slightly swollen red lips for a long while. The lips were flushed from their earlier kiss and the influence of Xin Xiang—delicate like flowers fallen after spring rain yet vibrant.
With a darkened gaze, Pei Guanjing leaned in again to kiss him.
The faint scent of Haitang lingered between their lips as it echoed in Pei Guanjing’s senses, making it hard for him to let go in that moment.
What was meant to be just a light taste turned into an irresistible plunge into a sweet whirlpool from which he found it difficult to escape.
Pei Guanjing's tongue moved like a lively yet slightly eerie serpent, gently gliding across 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 very essence into the depths of his soul.
As their breaths intensified, Pei Guanjing's eyes narrowed slightly, glimmering with a profound light that held an endless possessiveness. In that moment, Pei Guanjing was on the brink of madness!
Yet, this was far from enough for him.
Deep within Pei Guanjing, a frenzied desire surged like a relentless tide.
He extended his left hand again, his long fingers cold yet firm as they grasped Ye Chen's rounded chin. The pressure was gentle but carried an irresistible force, compelling 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 a near-mad resolve, silently declaring to the world:
No matter the means he must employ, even if it meant descending into Avici 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 would never be shared with another.
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