Chapter 113: Can You, Could You Please Stop Being So Wicked? (Bonus Chapter for 6,000 Red Packets)

"The happiest moment was rescuing you from the Crown Prince's mansion, recognizing you, and discovering that you were actually still alive."

Hearing this, Jin'er was slightly stunned. It turned out she had been jealous of herself. "Then why didn't you say that time was the second happiest? And this time was the happiest?" After all, he had finally won her heart now.

Mo Yan smiled, smoothing the disheveled hair by her temple, and said with a serious expression, "Because your being alive is more important than anything else. Whether or not I could win your heart was secondary. As long as you were living well, even if I hadn't attained your love, I would have been just as happy for you. Do you understand?"

"Mo Yan..." Jin'er felt a pang of heartache, and a faint glimmer of tears welled up in her eyes. She did not want to fret over how long this vow might last; at the very least, this moment was the happiest and most moving one she had felt in her two lifetimes.

Without further thought, she reached up, hooked her arms around his neck, and pulled him down to kiss her lips.

Mo Yan trembled, taking the opportunity to press her down onto the bed. Another round of intimacy and caresses followed; the fire of passion, which had cooled slightly, seemed to be doused with oil, blazing up uncontrollably.

"Jin'er, give yourself to me..." Mo Yan murmured against her earlobe as he kissed it.

After being teased by him with such gentleness and passion once more, Jin'er felt her body growing even more frantic than before, as if she were about to catch fire. At this moment, she truly suspected that the potency of the aphrodisiac had increased.

Seeing that Jin'er did not answer, but instead kept her hands roaming across his back and occasionally tightening her grip as if trying to hold him close, Mo Yan seemed to have found his answer. He pressed his already tormented, rigid member against her most private entrance.

Jin'er's entire body went taut, and she became tense, yet before she could even hesitate, she felt him force his way in.

"Ah! It hurts!" Jin'er suddenly raised her hands to push against Mo Yan's chest, wanting to stop him, but as she pushed, she realized one of her hands was pressing directly onto his wound.

Mo Yan's wound had already been seeping blood, but because the bandages were thick, it hadn't been obvious. Now, with Jin'er pressing down so hard, the wound split open, and fresh blood spilled out rapidly.

Jin'er sat there with her mouth agape, holding that posture, somewhat at a loss. At this moment, Mo Yan also wore an expression of pain, mimicking her tone as he said, "It hurts for me, too!"

With a soft snort, Jin'er couldn't help but laugh, withdrawing her hand and swatting his arm. "You're infuriating!"

Before the words had faded, a sharp pain struck her lower body. Jin'er let out another cry of surprise. The smile vanished from her face, replaced only by a look of gritted-teeth resentment toward Mo Yan, and even tears began to roll down her cheeks.

Mo Yan lowered his head to kiss away her tears, moving with great tenderness and slowness. "Don't be afraid, Jin'er. It won't hurt for long."

Jin'er swiped at him in annoyance, sobbing, "And you say you love me! You're hurting me to death! Stop, quickly!"

Mo Yan paused, looking at her with an innocent expression. "If I don't push through, how can I love you?" After saying this, he smiled again, lowered his head to lightly kiss her eyes, and soothed her in a soft voice, "Be good, Jin'er. It will stop hurting soon. I'll make it up to you later, all right?"

Jin'er bit her lip and rolled her eyes at him, retorting sharply, "Stop acting like you've gained an advantage while still playing the victim! Do you think I don't know what kind of 'making it up to me' you're talking about?"

Mo Yan smiled and began to move again. "I haven't gained an advantage; I have gained a priceless treasure."

"Smooth talker." Perhaps because her attention was diverted, Jin'er felt the pain below begin to subside, becoming entirely bearable.

"Oh, I almost forgot, what about your wound?" Jin'er frowned, looking at his blood-stained bandage, and asked with concern.

"It's just a minor injury, it doesn't matter."

"Still calling it a minor injury..." Jin'er wanted to continue, but Mo Yan lowered his head and sealed her lips with a kiss.

After a long while, he lifted his head and nibbled lightly on her nose. "Focus on me. I know my own injuries, so don't worry. Just close your eyes and feel me."

Hearing this, Jin'er's face turned even redder. By now, the pain below had vanished, replaced by a strange, tingling sensation—she couldn't tell if it was uncomfortable or pleasurable, but it made her want to moan.

After Mo Yan kissed her again, Jin'er obediently closed her eyes, feeling his existence with all her heart, experiencing the waves of his gentle and ardent love crashing over her.

As the pleasure intensified, she, who had been trying her best to endure, could no longer hold back and began to moan along with his rhythm. Seeing her so happy, Mo Yan seemed to receive great affirmation and encouragement, moving even more vigorously while occasionally letting out low sighs, venting his intense happiness and pleasure.

The candlelight flickered, filling the room with romance. Intense happiness climbed higher and higher with the accelerating rhythm, finally reaching the peak. Jin'er's body shuddered and contracted, carried by Mo Yan to the clouds of bliss.

Sweat, mixed with blood seeping from the bandages, flowed down. Mo Yan gripped Jin'er's slender waist, panting heavily, as if still immersed in the pleasure that had just passed.

After a long while, he withdrew and lay down, pulling Jin'er into his arms.

By now, the effects of the aphrodisiac had completely faded.

Burying his head in the crook of her neck, Mo Yan whispered affectionately, "Jin'er, I love you so much. I truly want to knead you into my heart, every moment, forever and ever, never to be separated from you."

Jin'er turned around and buried her face in his chest, her heart feeling somewhat complicated. After thinking for a long time without understanding what she was conflicted about, she simply stopped wasting the energy.

*What will be, will be; why trouble myself?* In truth, if she thought about it carefully, she really should be happy, because today she had finally officially upgraded to a woman. She had truly grown tired of being a little girl...

Sniffing, Jin'er suddenly pulled back from Mo Yan's embrace. "Get up quickly, your wound needs to be re-bandaged."

Mo Yan obediently sat up, looking at her with a look of pure happiness as she jumped off the bed to fetch medicine and bandages to dress his wound, though he couldn't help but keep his hands busy wandering over her body.

"If you don't stop moving, I'll knock you unconscious!" Jin'er glared at him, barking in annoyance. *Lust is truly a blade over one's head; he's nearly dying and still won't behave.*

"Who told you to be so tempting?" Mo Yan laughed, unafraid of death. "I want you again."

Jin'er paused, her eyes twitching. "Do you think I'm made of iron? Behave yourself tonight. If you dare touch me again, I'll make sure you never get to touch anyone ever again!"

She was truly furious—where did such a reckless person come from? Besides, her inner thighs were still aching, and she had no idea how much it would hurt tomorrow.

Mo Yan pouted with a look of grievance, sighed, and replied reluctantly, "Fine, I'll listen to my woman."

Hearing this, Jin'er couldn't help but laugh again. *Well, that title actually sounds quite nice.*

After the bandaging was done, Jin'er suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked, "Is it safe for us to stay here? What if another group of people comes?"

Mo Yan pulled her down to lie beside him, saying nonchalantly, "When I heard the sounds of fighting from your room earlier, I fired a signal flare the moment I rushed out. Shi Yuan will bring people here; I imagine they should have arrived by now."

Jin'er nodded, but then suddenly looked up, listening intently for a long moment before saying, "What if they've already been here for a while??"

Her voice hadn't been quiet earlier, and for people with high martial arts skills, it would have been very easy to hear.

Mo Yan smiled, knowing what she was worried about. "It's fine. If they heard, they would know we are safe and would have confirmed which room we were in."

Hearing this, Jin'er slumped into his chest, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into. Now she could only pray they hadn't arrived yet.

"By the way, who would want to harm me?" Jin'er asked, eyes closed and brow furrowed.

"Aside from the Crown Prince, I can't think of anyone else," Mo Yan said, gritting his teeth and speaking in a low voice.

"It's highly likely. I haven't offended anyone in the Fire Kingdom, other than the Crown Prince and the Left Prime Minister. I believe the Left Prime Minister and his faction wouldn't dare treat me like this. And using an aphrodisiac along with a sleeping drug? Only the Crown Prince is that shameless," Jin'er said coldly.

"Hmph! I will make sure to settle this score with him." Having said this, Mo Yan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, his expression softening significantly. He kissed her forehead gently, his arm wrapping around her to stroke her smooth, delicate back, feeling an indescribable sense of happiness and satisfaction.

Feeling his gentle caresses, Jin'er's initially angry and troubled heart instantly calmed down, and like a kitten, she closed her eyes and began to enjoy it comfortably.

However, this enjoyment didn't last long before Mo Yan's hand began to wander restlessly over her waist, covering her rounded hip and once again teasing her sensitive spots.

"Jin'er, my wound is fine," came Mo Yan's suggestive words from above.

Jin'er opened her eyes in annoyance, intending to lash out, but a flash of cunning crossed her eyes, and she immediately plastered a charming smile on her face.

Mo Yan saw her pull back slightly, tilting her head to look at him with such allure, and as she reached out to stroke his left chest, his heart skipped a beat. He was feeling flattered, but he never expected her small hand to suddenly strike his acupuncture point.

"Damn it! You can't do this to me!" Mo Yan said with annoyance. He had had no defenses against her, and she had actually used a beauty trap on him?? *Fine, very well indeed.*

Jin'er chuckled, propping her head up with one hand and looking at him triumphantly. "I'm doing this for the sake of your health. I don't want to see you bleed to death." As she spoke, she reached out to gently stroke the protrusion on his left chest, teasing it playfully, which made Mo Yan let out a low groan.

Looking up, Mo Yan was currently gritting his teeth, wishing he could pounce on her immediately and punish her severely.

Jin'er's mischief flared again. "Why so fierce? Who told you not to listen? This is your punishment." Saying this, she leaned in and flicked her tongue lightly against him a few times.

"Ah!" Mo Yan groaned and shuddered, and a certain part of him instantly grew rigid. "You damn little enchantress! You will regret this!"

Jin'er laughed aloud, reaching up to stroke his handsome cheek. "Be good, it's time to sleep. I won't tease you anymore, hee hee." With that, she made a face at him, burrowed into his arms, and closed her eyes to sleep.

It was probably nearly four in the morning; after a whole night of commotion, she was truly exhausted.

Before long, Jin'er fell asleep, but poor Mo Yan had been stirred up with desire, with a beauty in his arms yet unable to move a muscle—the sensation was, to say the least, agonizing.

Seeing her fall asleep in the blink of an eye, and thinking of her series of actions earlier, Mo Yan found himself unable to decide whether to be angry or amused.

"What a heartless girl. Just you wait; you'll pay the price for torturing me like this."

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"Your Highness, it's almost dawn. Why haven't they returned yet? Should I go and check?" Wang Lin asked, looking somewhat worried.

Mo Fan took a deep breath, clutching the teacup in his hand tightly, and eventually shook his head.

"It seems they have failed. To ensure nothing went wrong, I even sent Cheng Fei. If he hasn't returned either, it looks like the entire group has been wiped out."

"How can that be? We clearly saw there were only the two of them. Even if the plan was exposed, it shouldn't have led to this result," Wang Lin said, unable to believe it.

Those dark guards were all highly trained elites, and the deputy captain of the dark guard unit, Cheng Fei, even possessed the Fire Spirit. Even if Mo Yan was truly formidable, he was still outnumbered; at the very least, one or two of them should have escaped back.

"It can only mean that the opponent's strength is far greater than we imagined. It seems I am destined not to have that beauty," Mo Fan said with some annoyance. "Never mind, once I have the throne, what kind of woman can I not have?" Even as he said this, there was still a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"Your Highness has finally come to terms with it. Let's return quickly; if the Empress finds out, she'll be angry again."

"Yes, we must return, and at the fastest speed possible!" Mo Fan said, gritting his teeth, his eyes flashing with a sinister light.

In a hazy, dreamlike state, Jin'er felt waves of tingling sensations coming from her chest, making her unable to help but tremble.

*Damn it, does this guy not even let me go in my dreams?* But... *Good heavens, this feeling is far too real.*

"Mmm~~!" Jin'er couldn't help but moan. Thinking that it was a dream anyway, she simply stopped suppressing her feelings.

Thus, Jin'er let herself moan, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. She could feel his hot palms caressing her, as well as his lips and his nimble, mischievous tongue... so real and so scorching.

Waves of electricity rushed from the peaks of her breasts, darting into every blood vessel, and surges of warmth melted in her lower abdomen, gradually condensing into a strong desire.

Jin'er moaned in some agony, wanting to struggle to escape the intense teasing, only to find she couldn't move at all. Gradually, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

If she were dreaming, why was there no dreamscape? She only felt complete darkness before her, like the feeling when one first closes their eyes to sleep. Furthermore, her mind felt very clear now.

She tried to open her eyes, and her gaze looked straight at an empty pillow. Subconsciously, she wanted to look down, but found her neck wouldn't move. Startled, she hurried to cast her gaze downward, only able to see the top of Mo Yan's head.

She didn't need to look to know that he was currently tirelessly kissing and licking her sensitive, full parts. Subconsciously, she wanted to reach out and push him away, but found her hands wouldn't move either.

At this moment, she finally realized she was not dreaming.

"Mo Yan!!" she roared in a voice that sounded as if she wanted to kill.

Only then did Mo Yan stop, lifting his head to look at her with an innocent smile. "Finally awake?"

"You! How are you able to move?? And hurry up and let me go!" Jin'er said, annoyed.

By rights, his acupuncture points shouldn't have released automatically for several hours; given the time last night, it shouldn't have been until after daybreak. How could he move now?

Mo Yan propped his head up with one hand while the other continued to toy with her fullness, laughing, "Thanks to you, I spent the whole night circulating my internal energy to break the points. Hard work pays off; I finally managed to clear them before dawn."

"You! You didn't sleep properly, what are you clearing acupuncture points for?!" Jin'er was truly speechless.

"You have the nerve to ask?" Mo Yan punished her by pinching her nipple hard, drawing a cry from Jin'er. "After torturing me last night, you should have expected the consequences, shouldn't you?" He shifted his body upward, leaned close to Jin'er's lips, and nibbled suggestively.

"I was doing it for your health, don't throw away my good intentions, alright?" Jin'er said, feeling somewhat guilty.

*Not to mention, last night I only sought momentary pleasure and didn't think about the consequences... but still, is he too petty? To spend the whole night without sleeping just to get revenge first thing in the morning??*

Mo Yan smiled and reluctantly moved his hand away from her fullness, sliding slowly downward.

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The sky gradually brightened. The two, who had reached the height of pleasure, remained in their previous position, panting incessantly.

Jin'er closed her eyes, letting him hold her tightly, even though his chest was drenched in hot sweat. She could feel his heartbeat, fast and powerful, which made her feel secure.

"You guy, with such a heavy wound, where do you get all this endless energy..." Jin'er complained with some exhaustion.

He had truly tortured her just now; she felt as if she had nearly died.

Mo Yan chuckled, panting as he said, "You need me, so even if I were out of energy, I'd have to scrape some together."

Jin'er blushed and backhanded his thigh. "Who needs you? You're just being arrogant."

Mo Yan grinned. "I can define your current words and actions as 'kicking away the ladder after climbing up'."

Jin'er bit her lip, holding back a laugh as she turned around to look at his punchable, smiling face, yet she didn't know what to do with him. After glaring at him for a long while, she finally sighed in frustration and conceded defeat.

Just then, "Knock, knock, knock..." there was a tapping sound at the door.

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