Chapter 27 “Don’t Be Afraid of Me, Don’t Be Afraid of Me”

Chapter 27 "Don't Be Afraid of Me, Don't Be Afraid of Me"

The moment my words fell, Xie Yan’s hand, which had been stroking my back, suddenly froze, and even the expression on his face betrayed an unconcealed ferocity and aggression.

In an instant, his eyes were streaked with crimson blood vessels, the veins on his hands bulged, his fingers unconsciously clenched into fists, and his thin lips pressed into a rigid line.

I clung to his arm, yet I could feel every muscle in his body screaming with burgeoning rage.

Aside from our last conflict, I had never seen Xie Yan this angry—it was as if a person who had nothing suddenly received a heaven-sent treasure, cherishing and protecting it with immense gratitude, terrified of the slightest mishap, only for a passerby to ruthlessly crush the only precious thing he possessed.

I couldn’t bear to see him in such a fierce state. My heart was filled with dread, and my body trembled even more violently than before.

Only then did Xie Yan realize he had frightened me. He instantly reined in his gloomy, ruthless expression, and his deep phoenix eyes immediately regained their calm. He leaned in to kiss me, embraced me with even greater strength, and whispered, "Don’t be afraid of me, don’t be afraid of me."

How could I be afraid of him? My affection for him felt boundless.

Xie Yan’s comfort smoothed all my ruffled feathers. I was like a cat born ugly, slowly revealing its soft belly to its master after realizing his indulgence, hoping to win his favor.

Blushing deeply, I slowly wrapped my arms around Xie Yan’s neck, embracing him even more closely, so near that our breaths intertwined.

At that moment, I clung tightly to Xie Yan like a koala, utterly unwilling to let go. Such closeness made me feel incredibly secure. I even pushed myself up to kiss the corner of his lips and his slender neck.

But I had little experience in such matters—I was neither skilled nor capable of the fierce biting and marking Xie Yan often did to me, always insisting on leaving a trace.

I only cautiously kissed his prominent Adam’s apple. Though I had one too, mine was small and incomparable to Xie Yan’s. His seemed far more sensual. I gently traced circles on it with the tip of my tongue, as if treating his Adam’s apple like some rare delicacy.

Xie Yan soon forbade me from such liberties.

His breathing grew heavy almost the moment I kissed his neck. He immediately seized my jaw, moving my lips away from him.

I felt a surge of anger, thinking he was disdaining me.

Why could he do whatever he pleased to me, often leaving me utterly disheveled and unlike myself, while I needed his permission to do anything to him?

Why!

But when I looked up, filled with indignation, Xie Yan’s gaze made my heart pound—like a starving wolf seeing raw meat, or a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, poised to strike its prey.

His phoenix eyes burned with fervent desire. Beneath the facade of a refined gentleman lay a cunning predator, elegantly inviting its prey into a trap, only to devour it completely once caught.

Belatedly, I tried to escape, to get off Xie Yan’s lap, but he wouldn’t allow it. His arm, like iron, tightly gripped my waist, hurting me, while his other hand forcefully lifted my chin. His cold, handsome face slowly drew closer until his lips were almost touching mine before he finally spoke.

"Have you thought it through?" His slender fingers wandered suggestively along my neck, occasionally pressing hard against my lips, making them red and swollen. His intense gaze, burning with heat, fell on the exposed skin of my slightly open collar, his voice husky with desire.

As men, even if I were inexperienced, I could understand Xie Yan’s meaning from his wolf-like gaze. I knew—Xie Yan wanted me. Not like the childish play of marriage from our youth, but a true carnal union. He wanted my body, testing how sincere my actions were and how far I was willing to go.

Thinking about what might happen next, I broke into a cold sweat, my lips trembling. I wasn’t unprepared—I had read many novels and manuals these past few days, understanding how things worked between men and men, and between women and men. I had even made preparations. But when Xie Yan asked me like this, I felt uncertain, even somewhat fearful and panicked.

When nervous, I tend to bite my lips hard, almost to the point of drawing blood. It was an unconscious habit, but Xie Yan often disapproved. He clicked his tongue, freed my lower lip with his slender fingers, and then leisurely took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, carefully wiping the saliva from his fingertips.

The moonlight shone on him as he lowered his eyes, patiently cleaning his hands. Every part of him was beautiful; even his fingers were flawless like white jade. Just looking at him, thinking about engaging in such acts with someone as ethereal as a moon immortal, made my heart race and my ears burn red.

Xie Yan didn’t rush me. After wiping his hands, he lazily leaned back against the bed, gazing casually at the trees outside the window. He was often rigidly proper, but tonight his relaxed demeanor made him seem more like a carefree, charming nobleman, captivating my attention.

What was there to fear? Xie Yan was so handsome. Though his temperament was cold, there were no other flaws to be found. Throughout the Jiang Dynasty, who didn’t regard the Crown Prince as an immortal descended to earth?

I gently touched my face, pondering. I was so ugly, yet Xie Yan was willing to accept me, willing to take my deformed body. Shouldn’t I be happy? Thinking this way, I felt as if I were taking advantage of Xie Yan. He was so superior—in knowledge, strategy, and martial arts, he far surpassed me. There was no comparison; even my ordinary abilities were unworthy of being mentioned alongside his.

With these thoughts, my fears and worries dissipated. I nodded lightly and said, "I’ve thought it through."

"Really?" Xie Yan seemed somewhat skeptical. He tugged at my belt, pulling me forcefully so that I was straddling him. His palm teased my waist, gradually moving downward to rest on the small of my back. "Really thought it through?"

Sitting on Xie Yan, I was slightly taller than him. Looking down, I could count his long, thick eyelashes and see the smile spreading across his lips. Xie Yan rarely smiled, but when he did, it was radiant, like an immortal descending to the mortal world. If not for his suggestive actions, I would have been lost in that smile.

"You, you—" I stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence, but my face burned fiercely. In such an intimate position, even the slightest change was unmistakable. And he kept shifting my waist, making me both angry and embarrassed. I pressed my hands against his shoulders, trying to get off, but he wouldn’t allow it.

He enjoyed handling me like this, holding my waist with both hands while gently licking and kissing my ears. His wet tongue enveloped my ear, probing my ear canal like a large dog, leaving my earlobe thoroughly damp. Humiliated and furious, I scolded him, "Xie Yan, are you a puppy?"

Only after speaking did I realize I had overstepped. No matter how tolerant Xie Yan was toward me, he was still the noble Crown Prince. How could I speak to him so disrespectfully? Fearfully, I covered my mouth, guiltily stealing glances at Xie Yan’s expression to see if he was angry.

But Xie Yan’s phoenix eyes held a rare hint of amusement. With a push of his long arm, he laid me back onto the plush bed. His cool lips curled into a slight smile as he leaned close to my ear and whispered something.

I couldn’t bear to hear such words! My eyes widened in disbelief, my entire face burning with embarrassment. Trembling, I pressed my fingers against Xie Yan’s firm chest and said indignantly, "How could you say such things!"

What a proper gentleman, what an immortal descended to earth—it was all a lie! This person was clearly filled with dirty thoughts yet always acted in front of me. Today, he finally revealed his true colors!

Dammit, I belatedly felt tricked, as if Xie Yan wasn’t the person I remembered. But, damn it, I liked him even more like this!

What should I do! I need an answer now! Very urgent!

"Scared already?" Xie Yan leisurely brushed aside the stray hairs on my cheek, tracing my jawline with his lips. His burning gaze fell on my belt, his eyes filled with urgency, yet his movements remained elegant and refined, like a gentleman plucking strings.

A gentleman is but a wolf in refined clothing—I understood that now, but it was too late. I could only chase Xie Yan’s lips with my own, my trembling hands attempting to undo my belt. But the moment I moved, Xie Yan grabbed my hand, stopping me.

"What’s wrong?" I asked shyly, turning my hand to hold his, gently kissing his fingertips and occasionally nuzzling his palm with my cheek.

I was willing and ready. Whatever Xie Yan wanted to do to me, I was willing and ready. Moreover, since Xie Yan wanted me so badly, there was no need for me to feign reserve.

Xie Yan watched me quietly, allowing me to kiss his fingers. His tender gaze darkened at my devout actions. He turned my face to his, and I saw a flicker of struggle in his eyes, a hint of unease creeping between his brows. Suddenly, he pulled me into a tight embrace, holding me with a strength he had never shown before, as if trying to merge me into his very being.

"Feng Jiuyue, you must believe in me."

"No matter what happens, believe in me, wait for me. I will come for you."

He said this to me, but I didn’t understand what he meant or why he suddenly became so emotional. Xie Yan rarely lost control of his emotions—he was always above worldly concerns and aloof. But this time, his unease was not only apparent but also contagious, stirring anxiety and fear within me.

Author’s Note:

What suggestive remark did Xie Yan make? Guess correctly for a red envelope.

PS: No update on the early hours of the 30th.