Chapter 124

Chapter 124

Shang Yan’s scarlet wedding robes made him look lovelier than any flower, as though he had stepped straight out of a painting.

Peerless beauty capable of toppling kingdoms-this was surely what the phrase meant…

Qiao Yu, however, was in absolutely no mood to admire that stunning face. Faced with Shang Yan’s eyes, red enough to drip blood, his mind filled with a solid wall of profanity that censorship would never allow him to voice.

Fine, he understood Forced Plot Progression. He even understood the Entwined Slumber Incense.

But couldn’t the system take the circumstances into account?!

Using an aphrodisiac only to rile Shang Yan up made Qiao Yu deeply unhappy.

And what about that Ink-Black Hair Cascades Like a Waterfall and Loosened Robes nonsense…

He knew the system wanted to save itself trouble and had decided to stop caring.

But!

Wasn’t this just screwing him over?

With his scrawny build, how was he supposed to pin down a six-foot-three Beauty Shang?!

And finally!

Had the scriptwriter forgotten something about Imperial City Storm?

Shouldn’t the title really have been Imperial City Storm: Special Adults-Only Edition??

Perhaps because of his unusual body, Qiao Yu had not inhaled much of the incense while holding his breath. He still had time to rant internally.

Then something icy crept over his wrist. He abruptly came back to himself and looked down at the silver-white shape winding around it. His brain crashed on the spot.

He instinctively shouted, “Shang Xiaoyan, don’t get too kinky! Let me the fuck go!!!”

The predatory look in Shang Yan’s eyes turned lost for an instant. Moisture shimmered over his amber irises. The incense had flushed his cheeks, and he held his lower lip between his teeth as though exercising the last of his restraint.

But he paid Qiao Yu no attention. His unfocused eyes remained fixed on him.

Current Charm: 43%

No way.

He was already like this at only forty-three percent?

If it reached a hundred, wouldn’t Qiao Yu be doomed?!

A veil of fragrance hung in the air, so faint it was nearly invisible.

The next second, the icy thing around Qiao Yu’s wrists abruptly tightened. Red-eyed, Shang Yan gave a distracted “Mm.” His crystalline amber gaze shifted to Qiao Yu’s crimson lips, and he leaned down to claim a kiss.

Qiao Yu reacted quickly, twisting his head aside and making him miss.

Shang Yan did not pursue his lips. His gaze fell on the tender white earlobe before him, and he bit down.

His teeth grazed it gently, hot breath curling around the shell of Qiao Yu’s ear…

The ticklish sensation made Qiao Yu instinctively hunch his neck. His fingers dug into his palms.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, he whipped his head around. His eyes darted, and he began to scheme.

He raised both hands. The silver-white chain rattled loudly as his voice softened by an inexplicable degree. “Will you let me go?”

At that, Shang Yan ground his teeth down harder. Only after Qiao Yu cried out in pain did he release him in satisfaction and ask, “Why?”

Qiao Yu swallowed and forced out a smile. “I can’t hold you unless you let me go.”

Beauty Shang gave him a sidelong glance. “No need.”

Qiao Yu: “…!”

The instant he finally touched those two thin lips, a strained sigh escaped Shang Yan.

And just like that… the caged beast broke free and became impossible to contain.

With his mouth thoroughly occupied, Qiao Yu ran out of options.

If he could not win with force, he could not even make up for it with trash talk.

Give up and let it happen?

Impossible. There was still a camera watching greedily from behind them!

Besides, he was not ready…

The ravenous kiss abruptly stopped. Lost in the moment, Qiao Yu forgot himself and drew a breath. The sweet fragrance brushed past his nose and slipped deep into his chest.

The change came without warning. An uncanny blush spread over his handsome, cool-pale face. He looked like a soulless portrait of a beauty suddenly touched with life by a vermilion brush-irresistibly captivating.
Shang Yan swore under his breath and abruptly clasped the back of Qiao Yu’s neck. “Want me to help you?”

His voice was as rich and resonant as a cello. The forceful tone only made it more devastating, throwing the listener’s heart into chaos. Qiao Yu’s usually clever little brain instantly turned to mush.

“How… would you help me?”

His voice was hoarse, as though he were terribly thirsty.

Then again, he truly was…

A warm palm began to move slowly. Qiao Yu could feel just how long those fingers were. And Shang Yan’s sharply jointed fingers were nowhere near as soft as he had imagined…

“Wait, Shang Yan…”

The moment Qiao Yu realized the situation was heading somewhere dangerous, he began thrashing like a fish tossed onto shore.

“No waiting.”

“Just wait a second…”

Hearing the faint, inexplicable sob in his voice, Shang Yan actually smiled.

“Not even one second.”

Motherfucker!

That Top Ten Boyfriend act, all that cool elegance-every bit of it had been fake, hadn’t it?

Shang Xiaoyan, they were not even married yet and he was already showing his true colors!

“No, I mean the camera!” As Shang Yan’s shadow was about to envelop him, Qiao Yu squeezed his eyes shut and shouted in despair.

A soft chuckle echoed beside his ear. Warm fingertips gently tipped up his chin, while slow breaths caressed his cheek. “If you hadn’t mentioned it, I almost would have forgotten.”

Those uncanny amber eyes darkened for an instant. With a sharp crack, the camera lens shattered. The smell of scorched metal drifted out as it died an abrupt death.

Shang Yan continued moving with maddening leisure, his gaze settling on the fingers Qiao Yu had clenched around the bed curtains. Cool-white fingertips flashed in and out of the red silk, a sight teasing enough to make anyone itch with longing.

Three years. Three years without this person. It had truly… truly been unbearable.

The cold wind outside moaned endlessly. It blew the door back and forth with ceaseless creaks that mingled with the rustle of layer upon layer of bed curtains.

After a long while, Shang Yan suddenly caught Qiao Yu by the arm and hauled him close, his voice carrying a bewitching note. “I helped you. Now you have to help me.”

“…”

Qiao Yu wished to state for the record that he did not particularly feel like moving right now.

But running away after getting what he wanted… would be a little dishonorable.

The art of tactfully refusing someone was truly a profound field of study.

Shang Yan looked at Qiao Yu’s puffed-up cheeks and could not resist reaching out to poke one.

Before he could touch him, Qiao Yu found strength from nowhere and jerked back, disgust filling his eyes. “Stay away from me.”

“…You’re disgusted by yourself?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Shang Yan laughed in sheer anger.

What a crystal-clear display of scumbaggery, pure and entirely undiluted.

By the time the chaos finally ended, the sky had already paled with the first light of dawn. Thin sunlight slipped through the crack beneath the door, bringing a faint trace of warmth.

Shang Yan was massaging his sore wrist. Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes at him, an inexplicable anger simmering in his chest. Irritated, he kicked the bed frame hard.

Clatter-

Qiao Yu instinctively looked at the object that had fallen to the floor. A white card, smaller than his palm, lay there in perfect silence.

Under Qiao Yu’s dark glare, the lines forming the words Review Card seemed to curl, mocking him.

Fuck. If he had known one kick would find it, his arm would never have had to suffer such injustice, would it?