[Hetu][Heavenly Demon][Episode 8 Chapter 4]

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Chapter Four: The Banquet of the Heir Apparent
The forest steward didn't react, and even Vajra Seal was as docile as the An sisters nestled in his arms. This shouldn't be

so strange, right? He'd like to hear how Yang Shu obtained the Earth Slave when he had time; perhaps it would be enlightening. Yang
Cun, increasingly convinced it was a good idea and about to congratulate himself on his cleverness, suddenly heard

footsteps approaching. He clasped his hands together, and everything vanished. Deep within his body, Yang Cun felt Vajra Seal sleeping

like he'd returned home to find his mother.
Mother… he… this feeling was disgusting.
The next moment, the door was pushed open, and Li Caiyu stood in the doorway, saying, "Master, someone claims to be a servant of the Heir Apparent and has come to

invite you to a banquet."
Yang Cun's expression changed slightly, and he said with a slightly frivolous smile, "Beautiful lady, remember to knock next time."
Li Caiyu's face changed instantly, and she knelt down on the spot, "This servant deserves to die! This servant has broken the rules!"
"Get up. Remember next time." Yang Cun got up and left, shaking his head involuntarily. These people are so unromantic

. Making a joke is like finding an excuse to kill her; it's unnecessary.
On the north side of the Yipinlou Manor, there's a small lake surrounded by water diverted from West Lake. The winding

corridors , pavilions, and waterside terraces, coupled with the peonies blooming in profusion all around, create a unique charm.
Peonies are originally famous flowers of Luoyang, yet they've traveled all the way to Hangzhou and are being cultivated so well; just that alone

shows the generosity of the Yipinlou manager. Spending money on a single night's stay is fine, at least this

beautiful scenery isn't just for show. The property of the Prince Ding's Mansion? Given to him? Could it be that he's trying to pull the same trick as last time? Zhao

Qinyun hosted a banquet, and Yang Cun expected that many wealthy officials and merchants would be present, at least the Hangzhou

prefect Bai Yongwang and Lin Guoan. But seeing the solitary

figure of a young man in white in the pavilions through the winding corridors, he was still somewhat surprised.
It wasn't too late, though it was still somewhat dark. There were quite a few lanterns along the way, and even the river was filled with

them , creating an indescribable romantic atmosphere along with the fluttering gauze curtains in the pavilion.
If one were to meet a woman in such a setting, it would surely spark many fantasies;

who knows, perhaps a passionate encounter in the wild would be quite interesting. But this was a grown man, quite handsome and refined.
The last banquet was alright, but this time he chose this setting to entertain him—could it be that the prince had some strange

fetish for him? Yang Cun felt nauseous. Even if it was a honey trap, it was a poisonous one.

The area around this lake seemed calm, but in reality, there were no fewer than a hundred lurking experts. Fortunately, there wasn't the same pomp and circumstance as last time; he simply

arrived with a large, dark troop of soldiers.
"This humble servant greets Your Excellency the Duke." This time, standing at the end of the corridor was an unfamiliar man, clad in

silver , clearly a member of the military. Yang Cun had originally thought he would see Tu Hao and could also inquire about

the stranger from earlier that day. Looking around, he noticed that one of the twenty-odd guards was missing – someone he recognized.

Without asking, he gave a curt reply and stepped onto the winding corridor.
Seeing him approaching from afar, Zhao Qinyun rose to wait. Only after Yang Cun, inwardly cursing, approached did she bow

respectfully , saying, "Junior greets Your Excellency, Duke." Her attitude was impeccably humble.
"It's just a dilapidated corridor, isn't it? Good enough is fine. But it's built

as convoluted as Zhao Qinyun's mind, making me dizzy." Looking at the winding corridor, Yang Cun couldn't help but curse again, "What a waste of money.
" "Your Highness, there's no need for such formality," Yang Cun said with a smile, personally helping her up. This seemingly

harmless young man might be the future Prince Ding. Even if he didn't take Yang Cun seriously, he couldn't do

anything to him. Since the young man was a good person and so polite, Yang Cun couldn't be too shabby, could he?

"We're about the same age, no need to be so polite." Compared to last time, Yang Cun was much more composed this time, and

his feigned fear was gone. After all, they were both intelligent people, and there was no need to overdo it. If everyone

knew the truth, why insist on acting? Wouldn't that just make him look like a monkey?
Zhao Qinyun seemed surprised by his attitude, but quickly brushed it off, showing no sign of anything amiss. Responding in a still

-mild tone, "If that's the case, then this junior will not stand on ceremony. Today's banquet is rather quiet;

I hope the Duke will not take offense."
"Standing on ceremony? Which eye of mine, in which occasion, has seen you standing on ceremony? When have you ever been so much more extravagant than me?"

Yang Cun cursed inwardly, but forced a smile. "It's alright. This understated elegance is quite nice; tranquility and serenity are not inferior to bustling

extravagance ."
"Does the Duke truly think so? That's wonderful. This junior has always admired the Duke and has long wished to have

a proper , hence this humble banquet. That the Duke can agree is truly commendable." Taking advantage of the situation,

Zhao Qinyun, who had grown up playing mind games, flattered him flawlessly, yet Yang Cun almost

vomited blood.
Such a situation of playing cryptic games and blatantly lying was exhausting. Did Zhao Qinyun really intend to confide in him?

How ridiculous. Yang Cun understood the reason: the Prince of Ding was trying to win him over.
"Of course, of course, please, Your Highness."
After the two sat down and drank a cup together, they began exchanging nonsensical pleasantries, and Zhao Qinyun started ordering the dishes to be served. It was called a

"small banquet," but it wasn't truly a small one; dozens of dishes were served one after another, none of which Yang Cun could name. Although Hangzhou was very wealthy, it wasn't easy to gather all kinds of creatures—those
that swim in the water, walk in the mountains, and fly in the sky—at once . This small banquet was almost as grand as a royal feast. "You're really willing to spend a lot , kid. You might as well give me cash instead. A pile of gleaming silver would make me feel your sincerity." Yang Cun looked at the table full of dishes, constantly puzzled. 　　Amidst the clinking of glasses, Zhao Qinyun casually suggested, "Drinking like this is rather dull. I've invited a beauty up. I wonder if Your Excellency would be interested?" 　　Yang Cun immediately understood, and feigning longing, smiled and nodded, saying, "A beauty? Very well." Zhao Qinyun clapped her hands twice, and a woman gracefully approached. She wore a white dress, a light veil covering her face, and her beauty shimmered like water , exuding indescribable charm. 　　"Lan Yue?" Yang Cun recognized her at a glance, exclaiming in surprise, a cold laugh running through him. 　　"What? Does Your Excellency recognize the name of Zui Sheng Lou?" Zhao Qinyun echoed in surprise. 　　Whether he recognized her or not, probably no one knew better than him. What was he pretending for? Did he really think he had sent her himself?

Were those people watching blind or mute? Yang Cun chuckled dryly, responding calmly, "We only met once

."
"Hehe, I understand. Lan Yue is a beauty, possessing the ability to make men unable to forget her." Zhao Qinyun

smiled, drinking her wine in understanding.
Lan Yue approached, and upon seeing Yang Cun's face, she paused slightly before quickly bowing, her expression of trepidation

perfectly convincing: "This humble servant was blind to your greatness, offending Your Excellency. Please punish me."
Even her gesture of apology was subtly seductive, displaying a touch of allure. Perhaps no man would

bear to punish her? Yang Cun smiled generously: "It's alright, ignorance is no excuse. How could I possibly blame you?"
"Then… this humble servant is deeply grateful. I will play a song as an apology." Looking up at each other, her eyes filled with affection,

an indescribable emotion stirring within her, wishing only to be lost in the moment. Yang Cun simply stared blankly, giving a muffled "Okay."
At that moment, it seemed only Yang Cun and Lan Yue were interacting, completely ignoring their host, Zhao Qinyun. However, his

composure prevented any displeasure from showing on his handsome face; he subtly curved his lips into a smile as he drank,

a fleeting glint in his eyes.
Lan Yue moved gracefully, kneeling a few steps away at a corner where a seven-stringed zither had been prepared. Every

movement was perfectly executed. Her feigned nobility and swaying waist carried a

hint of hard. Regardless of whether he was truly clear-headed, he was certainly playing the role Zhao Qinyun desired.
Zhao Qinyun's smile deepened.
She gently stroked the strings, and heavenly music flowed from her nimble hands, clear and lingering, far more enjoyable than any modern

heavy metal instrument. Yang Cunwei, his eyes closed in blissful reverie, heard Zhao Qinyun ask, "May I ask the

Duke , what are your thoughts on the current state of the court?"
"Ah?" Yang Cunwei turned his head, completely bewildered. Zhao Qinyun simply stared intently at him. "Oh, oh..."

Realizing what was happening, Yang Cun's expression changed slightly, then he chuckled, "Let's not talk about state affairs. This banquet is for

leisure , not state matters."
Zhao Qinyun paused, then laughed, "Hahaha, I was being presumptuous."
"Since Your Highness has brought this up..." As Zhao Qinyun turned to listen to the zither, Yang Cun

spoke , "Regarding the appearance of drug-laced corpses in Hangzhou at night, I wonder how Your Highness's investigation is going?"
Matching his words, Zhao Qinyun immediately put on a sorrowful expression, "Lord Bai has already found the culprit,

but he is struggling to apprehend him. And the whereabouts of those drug-laced corpses are still unknown. Alas...

the people of Hangzhou are suffering."
His compassionate appearance reminded Yang Cun of his father, Prince Ding, Zhao Yuanqing, the wise king in the hearts of the people.

Could this be how he gained his good reputation?
"Then who is the culprit?" Yang Cun immediately feigned interest.
"You, Duke, didn't know?" Zhao Qinyun feigned surprise. "Lord Bai has already posted notices, ordering a

full-scale manhunt for Miao Jiang Longchi. This time, the poisoned corpse was his doing."
"Oh? Is that so?" Yang Cun pondered for a moment, holding his wine cup, then suddenly looked up and stared into Zhao Qinyun's eyes.

"Someone came to me today, saying they've discovered that the poisoned corpse incident wasn't solely Longchi's doing."
A flicker of panic flashed in Zhao Qinyun's eyes, too quick to catch: "Then who else?"
Yang Cun didn't answer, only smiled meaningfully.
The two grown men gazed at each other deeply, accompanied by the heavenly music of Lan Yue, renowned throughout the entertainment industry.

The scene was undeniably eerie. When the music ended, both men simultaneously withdrew their gazes.
"That person didn't say. But I guess he's just a street ruffian being used by someone with ulterior motives, and didn't take it seriously."
"Hehe, Your Excellency is quite right. That Longchi has committed countless evil deeds and is extremely wicked. Who else could it be but him?"
Zhao Qinyun echoed, rubbing her sweaty palms.
The banquet was ultimately boring, with everyone wearing masks and saying insincere platitudes. Having gotten the answer he

wanted , Yang Cun showed little interest in the subsequent social interactions. He drank too much amidst Zhao Qinyun's polite words,

and the drunkenness made him a little dizzy. Through his drunken haze, he only saw Lan Yue remove the thin veil from her face and

smile at him shyly and coquettishly.
Her eyes were full of spring, shy yet charming, her skin was like cream, her lips were naturally red without any makeup, her chin was pointed, her

face was small and delicate, and her exquisite features were distributed in perfect golden ratio. Although she was as stunning as a celestial being among the demonic sect women, she

was still an absolutely beautiful face. Beautiful women have always been for enjoyment, especially for a man like Yang Cun who

is not . Knowing that Lan Yue was Zhao Qinyun's woman, he was relieved.
At least he knew who his employer was, so he wouldn't die without knowing why.
Last time, sending Yipinlou failed, and this time, seeing Lan Yue appear, Yang Cun thought Zhao Qinyun had switched to catering to his tastes by sending a

beautiful woman. However, he never heard the words he wanted to hear. The night was good, the wine was good, and he missed the days when he had a beautiful woman in his arms

.
"Young Master, hehe..." Yang Cun resisted the irresistible temptation and pretended to be drunk, his pupils dilated and his speech

stuttering . What a joke! He had inexplicably slept with the woman he sent. What if she stabbed him in the middle of the night?

He might be lustful, but he didn't want to fall for this.
"It's late, so I won't disturb the Duke's rest any longer. I'll send someone to take you back." Seeing that Yang Cun was so drunk that he

couldn't even open his eyes, Zhao Qinyun had no choice but to wave to someone in the shadows. Immediately, someone came out and helped the seemingly drunk Yang Cun up.
"Very well, Your Highness, we'll meet again another day..." Yang Cun spoke somewhat recklessly, letting

the guards who appeared from the shadows help him walk.
Yang Cun wasn't drunk, at least not as drunk as he appeared, a fact Zhao Qinyun knew very well.

After Yang Cun left, a gloomy look appeared in his eyes. Standing behind him, Lan Yue cautiously spoke up:

"Your Highness..." "I don't believe Yang Cun is so stubborn. From now on, I'll rely on you." Zhao Qinyun's eyes were full of gloom
as he spoke . 　　"Yes." Lan Yue bowed her head in agreement, her face somewhat displeased. Her peerless beauty couldn't even catch the eye of this man with such lofty ambitions. 　　Staggering back, Yang Cun dismissed Zhao Qinyun's guards at the door, and his drunken, drowsy eyes indeed cleared considerably. An Qiao, An Ning, and Wang Dong were not there; the courtyard was quiet, presumably they were resting there tonight. Time was tight; the Duke's mansion would be repaired in just a few days, and this extravagant lifestyle would soon come to an end.

After closing the courtyard gate and entering the house, Yang Cun paused slightly as he opened the door, gazing at the woman under the lamplight. He had almost

forgotten that he had done a good deed today, buying a woman. Shedding the heaviness of the day, Li Caiyu now stood there in

a single layer of clothing. The flickering candlelight, combined with the blurry effect of her drunken eyes, revealed a certain beauty.
Her long, jet-black hair was left uncombed, simply tied in a bun, the rest cascading down, making her delicate, though not

fair-skinned , face appear even more refined. Having just bathed, her body beneath the loose clothing

exuded a truly feminine fragrance, filling Yang Cun's heart with each breath.
The scent alone was so pleasant; he wondered what it would taste like to be with her. With this thought, his drunken eyes

couldn't help but wander over Li Caiyu's body.
Yang Cun hadn't returned for a long time, and Li Caiyu was already anxiously waiting, fearing something might have happened to him. Now that he's finally back,

he reeks of alcohol. He doesn't speak to her, only glancing at her with his eyes. Though she

doesn't understand his gaze, she can sense something amiss. Coupled with his teasing that afternoon, her face flushes instantly. She barely dares to breathe,

lowering her eyes and bowing gracefully. "Master, you're back... Are you feeling unwell? This servant will go and make some hangover soup."
The woman's cheeks are flushed, her eyes darting away, avoiding his gaze. Her voice is as docile as a kitten's, and her half-crouching

posture is pleasing to Yang Cun. A wicked smile flashes in his eyes. He gives a nonchalant "Hmm,"

but then leans to one side, staggering, almost falling.
"Master..." Na?ve as Li Caiyu is, how could she know this is Yang Cun's trick? Thinking he was truly drunk,

she quickly stepped forward to support him, asking hastily, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Yang Cun replied clearly, deliberately exhaling his breath reeking of alcohol onto her face, then

shifting his weight onto Li Caiyu's delicate body, simultaneously encircling her slender waist.

Even through the fabric, the feel there was quite pleasant; someone who had seen many women knew that without the fabric

, this soft, delicate body would likely satisfy him greatly. A wicked thought crossed his mind, and he gave her a squeeze

.
"Ah..." She wanted to cry out but dared not, her suppressed moan sending a shiver down Yang Cun's spine. If this woman

cried out in bed, would she feel this ecstasy? Because of the alcohol, this thought had

already stirred a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. He
held a delicate beauty in his arms, not quite a national beauty, but still quite charming and appealing. Aroused, Yang

Cun resisted the urge to push her down immediately, smiling as he had her carry him to the bed. He reached out and brushed her

long, soft hair aside, revealing an alluring neck. Swallowing hard, he kissed her without hesitation.
A man's weight is significantly greater than a woman's, and even Li Caiyu, who wasn't pampered,

found it difficult bear. As she struggled to walk, a warm touch came from the back of her neck. She knew what it was, and her legs

buckled, causing her to fall to the ground just steps from the bed.
In a split second, Yang Cun swiftly turned Li Caiyu's body to face him, then surrendered to

gravity. Although he didn't know the full extent of Caiyu's ample bosom, he couldn't let the cold ground have it; he

should enjoy it himself, shouldn't he?
"Ah..."
"Oh..."
Two groans rang out simultaneously, a mixture of pleasure and pain. The man's was a sigh of pleasure, while the woman's was a genuine

cry of pain . Not daring to cry out, Caiyu held back her tears. Her back was to the hard ground, and Yang Cun pressed down on her.

She suffered in silence, only tears welling in her eyes, a pitiful sight.
Feeling the warm, soft flesh beneath him, Yang Cun was secretly surprised. He hadn't measured Caiyu

's breasts himself, but just pressing down on them, the elasticity and softness of her chest told him they were

definitely not small. He hadn't expected such a petite figure to hold such a secret. Yang Cun slightly propped himself up, swallowing hard

, and reached out his wolfish hand towards Caiyu's bra. But when he looked up,

he saw Li Caiyu's tearful eyes.
A beautiful woman's tears are most endearing. Yang Cun didn't consider himself a gentleman, but he wouldn't disregard the beauty's life and death, only

seeking momentary pleasure by forcibly taking her, leaving her in excruciating pain. He stopped what he was doing and asked cautiously, "Did I

hurt you?"
Yang Cun's question caused Caiyu's tears, which she had been holding back, to finally spill over, streaming down her face. She

still shook her head through gritted teeth, "No...this servant..."
"Don't cry, it hurts me." Yang Cun said, lowering his face to kiss the teardrop. Caiyu tried to dodge

, only crying out, "This servant deserves to die, I dropped you, Master..."
His strength was no match for hers; he easily stopped her barely-there struggle. Yang Cun licked away the tear stain with

his tongue , satisfied to find the woman beneath him stiff and motionless.
Such a docile woman; it wouldn't hurt to take her now. His nostrils filled with the faint

scent of her perfume, Yang Cun still restrained his desire.
It wasn't the right time yet. He couldn't bear to let such a beautiful woman with such delicate skin lie naked on the ground to receive his

affections. It should be a comfortable bed with soft pillows first, and he needed to caress her thoroughly.
Stroking Li Caiyu's face, Yang Cun's tone was filled with tenderness, but he deliberately kept a cold expression on his handsome face.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Even if you were willing to die, I wouldn't bear to. Tell me, where did you hurt yourself? I'll rub it for you."

He remained motionless, only intoxicated by the delicate texture under his fingers.
Youth is wonderful; this skin, its resilience…tsk tsk, even just touching it is a pleasure. Yang Cun

kissed her face again, leaving his saliva on it, smiling as he watched Li Caiyu try to push him away

but dared not. "Master, please get up for a moment. It's uncomfortable being pressed down like this by you." This was the first time
in Li Caiyu's life that she had been so intimate with a man.

The pungent masculine scent, the faint sheen of sweat, and Yang Cun's intimate

gestures made her face flush crimson, her heart pounding wildly.
"Oh? Feeling unwell? Where does it hurt?" he teased mischievously, making the woman beneath him so embarrassed she wanted to

disappear into the ground. She stammered, "Master..." and turned her face away, avoiding Yang Cun's gaze.
"Hehe..." Yang Cun smiled knowingly, no longer pressing Li Caiyu. He was determined to enjoy this dish tonight.

Not just eat it, but savor it slowly, observe it closely—that would be physically demanding, so he rested first. He supported himself on his arms...

As Yang Cun sat up, he saw Li Caiyu also get up, and her

delicate
brows furrowed slightly. She let out a soft groan and asked, "What's wrong? Is your injury serious?" Li Caiyu quickly shook her head, avoiding his gaze. She nimbly got up and helped Yang Cun to

the bedside. After helping Yang Cun sit down, she knelt down and said, "This servant will go and make some hangover soup..."
"Mm," Yang Cun nodded. Seeing her back away, her hand on her waist as she opened the door, he couldn't help but frown

.
Her waist was injured? What was he going to do? She wanted to receive his affection, but her waist was injured... What positions

could ? Classic lovemaking positions stored in his mind flashed through his mind, but in the end, he shook his head. Oh well,

at worst he would just have to be a little more careful and considerate later. He really didn't want to miss this night of training a woman. Thinking this, Yang Cun

lay down and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.
When Li Caiyu came in again, Yang Cun actually heard her, but he deliberately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, waiting for her

to put down the tray and come over.
Seeing that the person on the bed was not moving, Li Caiyu slowly stepped forward and softly called out a few times, "Master...Master?" Yang Cun's weight had been quite firm

just , and her back still ached, but she dared not say anything and just endured it.

She had rubbed it herself in the kitchen, which had helped a lot, but for some reason, remembering Yang Cun's words about rubbing it for her,

the blush on her face hadn't faded.
Yang Cun still didn't make a sound, not even lifting his eyelids. Li Caiyu thought he was really asleep, and bent down to

cover him with a blanket, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and she fell into his arms, letting out a small gasp.
"Master, you're not asleep? You scared me to death."
Yang Cun's eyes were smiling, his gaze dark. "Scared you to death? I'm a monster!" Because he was lying down, when

Li Caiyu fell down, she was on top of him, and now that she was up, she was straddling him. In this

day and age , men are kings. Her actions were not only provocative but also outrageous. Li Caiyu immediately turned pale with fright,

stumbled down, and repeatedly said, "This servant deserves to die, this servant deserves to die..."
Just now, Li Caiyu's sitting down had unfortunately pressed down on his manhood, making his desire almost burst forth. Yang Cun, in a moment of

lust, wanted to tear her apart, but Li Caiyu, with her strong sense of hierarchy, did this, leaving Yang Cun

stuck in an awkward position, feeling extremely irritated.
Li Caiyu, however, thought his bad mood was because she had offended him, and knelt on the ground. "Master, this servant

will never dare to do it again..."
Never dare? I'd rather you dare! Yang Cun didn't say this, his thieving eyes darting around, and when he saw

the soup on the table, a new idea suddenly came to him. He made a fist and pretended to cough, saying, "

You're quite drunk. Didn't you make some soup? Hurry up and feed me some!"
"Uh..." Li Caiyu was taken aback at first, then reacted, "Yes, this servant will go right away." She

ladled the soup into a bowl and brought it over. After scooping up a spoonful and blowing on it to cool it, she respectfully offered it to Yang

Cun's lips. However, Yang Cun had no intention of opening his mouth at all.
Yang Cun's heart itched unbearably at the sight of those delicate red lips. She had spoiled his mood earlier, so now he had to taste

them. Glancing sideways at Li Caiyu, Yang Cun said coldly with a stern face, "You're going to feed me like this?"
How else could he feed her? Li Caiyu was momentarily stunned, staring blankly at Yang Cun's handsome face, somewhat

at a loss.
Yang Cun didn't say anything directly, glancing at the bowl and spoon, and finally fixing his gaze on Li Caiyu's lips.
Just moments ago, Yang Cun had been speaking softly and gently, but in the blink of an eye, he seemed like a completely different person, frightening Li Caiyu and making her feel

wronged. Now, seeing him staring intently at her cherry lips, she suddenly understood, her heart tightened, and her pale face

flushed red again.
From the moment Yang Cun rescued her, she had only thought of serving her benefactor well. She would gladly do anything, even feed him soup,

let alone … Suppressing her trepidation, she picked up the bowl, brought it to her lips

, and took a small sip. Li Caiyu leaned forward, feeding Yang Cun the soup mouth-to-mouth.
This was also Yang Cun's intention. Influenced by Li Caiyu's shy actions, as she held the soup in her mouth, he also

swallowed a large mouthful of saliva. In a moment of impulse, he pressed the back of Li Caiyu's head and kissed

her .
Yang Cun only tasted a small amount of the hangover soup; Li Caiyu swallowed the rest. Yang Cun's

sudden arrogant actions startled her. Her small mouth opened slightly, and she let out a soft cry, "Ah..." This gave

Yang Cun the perfect opportunity. His nimble tongue ruthlessly slipped into her open lips, sweeping deep into her mouth

and stealing the sweet scent, giving her no room to breathe.
"Mmm..." Li Caiyu was powerless to resist, her hands limply resting on Yang Cun's shoulders, her heavy breathing

swallowed . This was Li Caiyu's first kiss, and she had no idea how to accept or respond.

She simply let Yang Cun take her place, her mind blank.
Even the strongest wine couldn't compare to the sweetness of a woman. That wasn't enough. Yang Cun's tongue swept over Li Caiyu

's pearly teeth, feeling her body tremble in his arms and her indistinct sobs. Yang Cun's

pupils darkened, and he grabbed her delicate tongue and sucked hard, greedily and domineeringly. That soft, warm

presence made it impossible for him to let go.
Having successfully conquered the city, Li Caiyu trembled uncontrollably. Yang Cun's roughness carried an irresistible

force, leaving her with no choice but to passively endure. Her tongue was already numb and sore from being sucked, yet she couldn't stop it. The unfamiliar

masculine scent invaded her feminine softness, leaving her utterly incapable of thought. Unprecedented sensations

assaulted her body, as if her bones and muscles had been stripped away, but it wasn't just that; there was something strange within

her.
What was that? She was so overwhelmed by Yang Cun's tongue that she had no time to think.

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