Forcibly Snatched by the Tyrant After Transmigrating into a Book 85

Chapter 85: Extra 1 Part 2 

Sheng Qianheng felt his back sink deep into the bedding. He raised his hand and unconsciously supported Chu Yi’s waist.

The bedchamber was already filled with only Chu Yi’s xìnxiāng, the faint medicinal scent of Danshen mixed with an indescribable, seductive aroma~

Every wisp of the scent was teasing Sheng Qianheng’s willpower.

Chu Yi reached out to pull away Sheng Qianheng’s remaining inner robe, but in a moment, his hands were restrained by him. He looked into Sheng Qianheng’s eyes and asked, “You’re still not willing to form a permanent mark with me, are you?”

Sheng Qianheng looked at Chu Yi’s gradually reddening eyes. The tears seemed to be about to drip onto his cheeks in an instant. He wiped away the teardrops from his face, then raised a hand to caress the back of Chu Yi’s neck, pecked his lips lightly, and coaxed, “A-Yi, brother, I’m afraid that forming a permanent mark will make you pregnant again… You had such a difficult time giving birth to Shun’er. I don’t want to go through that kind of situation again. Brother, I’m scared…”

Chu Yi sniffled, rubbed away the frown on Sheng Qianheng’s brow with the pad of his thumb, and said slowly, “I’m only asking if you’re willing to form a permanent mark with me, to become my, Chu Yi’s, Qianyuan again.”

Sheng Qianheng nodded slightly. “Of course I am.”

Chu Yi shifted his body slightly. He immediately caught the frightening temperature. He supported himself on Sheng Qianheng’s waist with both hands.

He leaned down, almost pressing himself against him.

He gently took Sheng Qianheng’s Adam’s apple into his mouth and asked, “It wasn’t when we formed a permanent mark that I got pregnant with Shun’er. Do you really not want me?”

Sheng Qianheng’s thoughts were already scattered. He smelled Chu Yi’s xìnxiāng and only felt his mouth was dry. He took a deep breath and, with his last shred of reason, said, “My Passion Tide Period is approaching. I need to take a suppression pill.”

The pad of Chu Yi’s thumb had already been wandering unconsciously, carefully kneading the fabric of his clothes.

The increasingly heavy breathing of Sheng Qianheng by his ear made him more and more audacious…

He bit Sheng Qianheng’s earlobe and said, “So what if it’s your Passion Tide Period? You can possess me fiercely.”

This part describes the gong panting heavily, his chest heaving. In his eyes, the shou is like a demon, attracting him.

Chu Yi pressed down on Sheng Qianheng’s shoulder and said, “Don’t you move!”

Sheng Qianheng looked up at Chu Yi’s almost flushed face. When his gaze moved down, he saw that Chu Yi’s fair body seemed to be tinged with a faint lotus-pink.

Here is a drop of water…

Chu Yi tried several times but still couldn’t succeed. He could only ask Sheng Qianheng for help.
His eyes were hazy with tears, and he couldn’t help but choke, “A-Heng…………”

Sheng Qianheng nearly shattered his back teeth. He wrapped one arm around Chu Yi’s waist, lifted the hem of his clothes with the other, and said seriously, “A-Yi is too impatient. You haven’t even………………”

Chu Yi didn’t know Sheng Qianheng’s tricks. To be able to do these things himself was already extremely shy.

He bit his lower lip, not wanting to make a sound. But Sheng Qianheng had a wicked idea……………………

The room was already filled with xìnxiāng. Danshen and Zhuǎnrìlián intertwined, indistinguishable from each other~
The silver bracelet on Chu Yi’s ankle, the bells on the bracelet tinkled throughout the bedchamber due to the slight trembling of his ankle.

Seeing Chu Yi’s flushed face, Sheng Qianheng leaned close to his ear and whispered, “A-Yi, what do you think Shun’er would do if he knew that we sent him away just to do this?”

Chu Yi’s lips trembled slightly. He slowly opened his mouth, trying his best to keep his voice from trembling. “Shun’er should be asleep by now!”

“If Shun’er were to appear outside the hall right now, wouldn’t A-Yi abandon me?” Sheng Qianheng feigned a look of competing with his son for favor and said in a strange tone, “Ever since Shun’er was born, you’ve always been on his side!”

Chu Yi only felt his lower abdomen tremble unconsciously, and the heat on his cheeks was hard to dissipate. “Shun’er is our son. Could it be that I can just ignore him? Don’t you be so insensible!”

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A kiss scene……………………………………

He looked at Sheng Qianheng and unconsciously buried his head in his neck. “………………….”

Only then did Sheng Qianheng put his hands on Chu Yi’s waist, picked him up, and asked, “A-Yi?”

Chu Yi panted and slowly knelt up.

In the room, the single candle by the bed illuminated the small space. The candlelight flickered, reflecting the two busy figures.
Outside, the weather suddenly changed. The wind blew against the window, as if it were about to push it open. At some point, a muffled thunder sounded, and raindrops the size of soybeans hit the green tiles with a loud pitter-patter.

But the two people in the bedchamber were engrossed in their own business. Apart from their breathing and the faint sound of water, they could no longer hear any other noise.

Chu Yi’s eyes were filled with tears. The palm of his hand, which was on Sheng Qianheng’s waist, was sweating, and his arm was trembling slightly. He unconsciously let out a muffled groan and sobbed, “I’m tired.”

It had always been Sheng Qianheng who served Chu Yi. Now, Chu Yi had only held on for a moment before he went limp.

Sheng Qianheng rubbed Chu Yi’s cheek and asked, “A-Yi, but it’s still a long way from forming a permanent mark. If you want to open… a permanent mark is far more than this.”

Chu Yi shook his head, completely at a loss for what to say.

Perhaps because of the sudden thunder and lightning, the originally soundly sleeping Chu Yanheng in the Eastern Palace was startled awake. He cried nonstop.

Lianfang held Chu Yanheng and coaxed him for a long time, but to no avail. She couldn’t help but feel a little worried.

Chu Yanheng was crying so hard that he started to hiccup. His little hands gripped Lianfang’s clothes tightly, and he said with a sob, “Auntie Lianfang, I want my daddy… I’m so scared.”

Lianfang was in a difficult position for a moment. Her master, Chu Yi, had specifically instructed her today to be sure to soothe the little highness. She said in a soft voice, “Shall auntie sing you a lullaby?”

Chu Yanheng had been frail since he was a child. Now, he was frightened by the thunder, and his body temperature was also a little off.

Lianfang was just calling for someone to get an imperial physician when the little highness broke free and ran out of the hall alone.

Lianfang hurriedly chased after him, but for some reason, she couldn’t catch up.

Chu Yanheng stood before the door of his father-emperor and father-empress’s bedchamber. His little hands trembled as he tried to push the door open, but it was locked.

He cried until his face was covered in tears. He clenched his little fists and pounded on the door, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Daddy, Shun’er is so scared! Wuwuwu, Shun’er is afraid of thunder! Mm…”

At that time, the hall was filled with a seductive warmth. Sheng Qianheng and Chu Yi were sitting in an embrace, their affection overflowing. The sudden pounding on the door startled them.

Sheng Qianheng only felt that he was drowning in that………… In an instant………… He bit down hard.

His brows furrowed tightly. He gently patted Chu Yi’s lower back. “A-Yi, relax~”

Chu Yi only felt his heart pound like a drum, as if it were about to jump out of his chest. He looked at Sheng Qianheng with a dazed expression and reminded him, “Your son is outside!”

Sheng Qianheng almost came. He deliberately made a mischief and said in a cheap tone, “So A-Yi likes to be peeped at like this?”

Chu Yi could no longer sit still. He lay on Sheng Qianheng’s chest and mumbled, “Don’t you fool around anymore. You have to go and soothe Shun’er.”

Sheng Qianheng heard Chu Yanheng’s crying outside grow even more intense, which made Chu Yi’s tears stream down.
“When I was Shun’er’s age, I lived in the Cold Palace every day. Why didn’t you feel sorry for me? Brother Qingci?”

Chu Yi only felt a slight spasm in his lower abdomen, and the bells on the silver bracelet on his ankle tinkled~

Chu Yanheng saw that there was no movement in the room and looked back at the chasing Lianfang. “Auntie, why are Father-Emperor and Daddy ignoring Shun’er? Do they not want Shun’er anymore?”

Lianfang squatted down and hugged Shun’er, stroking his back. “His Majesty and the Empress have already gone to rest. They will never not want the little highness.”

Chu Yanheng looked at the closed hall door and could only gradually stop crying, then buried himself in Lianfang’s embrace. “Auntie, Shun’er is afraid of thunder.”

Lianfang picked up Chu Yanheng and walked toward the Eastern Palace, continuing, “Little Highness, shall auntie play a game with you?”
Chu Yanheng: “Mm~”

Only after Chu Yanheng’s voice had gradually faded away did Chu Yi relax. He beat Sheng Qianheng’s chest and complained, “Sheng Qianheng, you don’t even care about your son!”

Sheng Qianheng propped himself up, one hand protecting Chu Yi’s lower back and the other supporting the back of his neck. He easily changed their positions.

The moment Chu Yi felt the bedding, he was pushed down a few more inches, which made him come directly.

In an instant, a white haze appeared before his eyes, and his lower abdomen was extremely sore. He covered his belly and complained to Sheng Qianheng, “Sour~”

Sheng Qianheng only felt the veins in his neck bulge. He must have touched………………

…………………… He was indifferent no matter how much Chu Yi begged for mercy.

Chu Yi bit down on Sheng Qianheng’s shoulder, his mouth filled with the taste of blood. He begged for mercy in a low voice, “A-Heng, it hurts!”

Sheng Qianheng’s hand, which was on Chu Yi’s lower back, suddenly used force, pulling him into his embrace. The two of them held each other tightly, indistinguishable from each other.
He leaned down and kissed away the tears on Chu Yi’s eyelashes, coaxing, “It will be better after we form a permanent mark. Just bear with it a little longer…”

Chu Yi could no longer hear anything. The sourness made him have no thoughts to speak of.

He only felt that Sheng Qianheng’s breathing seemed to carry a hint of aggression, falling on the side of his neck, making his breathing unconsciously stagnate.

Sheng Qianheng couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh and teased, “Our A-Yi is really made of water~”

Chu Yi’s lower abdomen rose and fell, and sweat dripped down. His fair skin was already so red that it was hard to look away.

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At the moment when the Danshen scent was at its strongest, the scent of Zhuǎnrìlián was fiercely poured on it, covering, concealing, and surrounding the scent of Danshen one by one.

Chu Yi could no longer distinguish whether the pleasure or the pain was stronger.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Sheng Qianheng’s neck, feeling everything Sheng Qianheng was bringing him~

The silver bracelet on his ankle had long since slid up a lot because his calf had been lifted. Only the faint sound of the bells echoed in the bedchamber.

But the sound of the bells had long been covered by the sound of water……………………………………