Chapter 141 Let Me Serve You

Chapter 141: Let Me Serve You

When it finally hit Xiao Yan what Liu Qingci had said, his expression went blank for a moment.

Xiao Yan just stood there, his mind in a whirl.

This should have been something to be happy about, right?

What man wouldn't be secretly grinning for hours after his lover said that?

But the problem was... right after that, he realized a serious problem.

Although Liu Qingci had complimented his equipment,

he had denied his technique.

Xiao Yan's eyebrows slowly drew together.

He flashed back to that time in the hot spring.

Back then he'd been way too impatient, too eager, and Liu Qingci was just so good, so soft, so tempting.

He'd definitely lost control a little.

But he never thought it would leave that kind of trauma on Liu Qingci...

Xiao Yan began to regret it deeply.

He really cursed himself for not having looked up more tutorials in his past life, given how many resources were out there.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, pulling both the man and the blanket tighter into his arms.

"Qingci," he called softly. "That day... was my fault."

It was quiet inside the blanket.

His voice dropped lower, turning serious: "First time, no experience, too eager. I made it a bad time for you..."

The figure inside the blanket stirred, then a muffled voice came out, like he was in a hurry to disagree:

"No!"

Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow and leaned in to ask, "Huh? What?"

Just then, Liu Qingci poked his head out from the blanket. He lowered his eyes slightly, facing Xiao Yan but not meeting his gaze.

"It wasn't... a bad experience." His voice was soft, with a tremor, as if forced out through clenched teeth. "It's just that I'm really scared of pain..."

Xiao Yan's heart skipped a beat hearing that.

The candlelight flickered softly in the corner, casting warm yellow light over them.

He felt his heart skip once more.

Then, all the blood in his body seemed to catch fire, starting from his chest, rushing through his veins, scorching through every limb and bone, until even his fingertips were hot.

The blood boiled inside him with only one thought screaming in his mind:

How could someone be this incredible?

Xiao Yan's eyes stung. He took a deep breath, pushing down that ache.

Then he lowered his head and looked at Liu Qingci.

Liu Qingci still had his eyes down, not daring to look at him.

Xiao Yan reached out and gently lifted his chin.

Startled, Liu Qingci's eyelashes fluttered, and he finally raised his eyes.

Xiao Yan leaned in slowly.

Liu Qingci's eyes widened, and his body tensed slightly.

"Xiao Yan..." he called, his voice trembling.

Xiao Yan simply lowered his head and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Then, his brow, his eyelids, the tip of his nose.

Liu Qingci's eyes were glistening with moisture, his breathing turning shallow and ragged.

He didn't know what Xiao Yan was going to do, but he didn't pull away.

Until a kiss landed on his neck, and a voice impossibly soft whispered in his ear:

"Baby, let me make you feel good, alright?"

Liu Qingci flinched at the hot breath against his neck, and he answered, his voice shaking, "W-What?"

"I won't go inside, just let me make you feel good, okay?"

Liu Qingci's mind buzzed—his face turned red so fast it was almost comical, spreading from his cheeks to his neck, even to the collarbone peeking through his loosened robe.

Xiao Yan went on, his face deadly serious, as if he were handling something of life-or-death importance.

"It won't hurt." His eyes were focused and tender, with the kind of earnestness that vowed to give him the best in the world. "Let me take care of you, hm?"

Liu Qingci's mouth opened, his voice dry. "How... serve me?"

Xiao Yan reached out and gently took Liu Qingci's hand.

Then his fingers slowly slid down, over the knuckles, between the fingers, until his whole palm covered Liu Qingci's hand, wrapping it up.

Liu Qingci stared at that hand, stunned.

Xiao Yan's voice came, low and smiling:

"With this."

Liu Qingci's eyes flickered.

Before he could react, Xiao Yan had already dipped his head and brushed a kiss against his lips.

Xiao Yan pulled back a little, looking at him, the smile in his eyes growing deeper.

"And also this," he said.

What happened next—Liu Qingci's brain was already scrambled, he had no idea how things unfolded.

He felt as if he were soaking in warm water.

The water was warm, soft, welling up from all around, wrapping around him entirely.

He floated in the water, weightless, unable to muster any strength.

When Xiao Yan's lips touched his, the water rippled.

It made him completely dizzy.

—

The next day.

The Hall of Moon Embrace was empty, with only Xiao Yan and Fu'an standing off to the side.

Fu'an bowed respectfully and reported carefully, "Your Highness, Young Master Liu has safely returned to the Liu residence."

"Mm," Xiao Yan replied.

He paced around the hall.

Looking at the items yet to be tidied up, the things left by the original owner.

He casually flipped through a few books on the shelves.

Then threw them back in disgust.

All were erotic paintings, and all of them were group scenes at that.

Xiao Yan's face darkened with disgust.

Fu'an, who was skilled at reading expressions, immediately leaned in and asked with a wink, "Your Highness, these are all things you've looked at before. Shall this old servant fetch you some new ones?"

Xiao Yan frowned, struggling to put it into words, and asked, "Is there anything more normal?"

Fu'an was taken aback: "Your Highness means... what kind of normal?"

Xiao Yan pointed at the stack of books and ordered, "Throw away all this junk!"

"Are there any with just two people?" He thought for a moment before organizing his words, "Something depicting normal married life... no, married couple life, something that can serve as a guide..."

Fu'an understood immediately.

He awkwardly tucked his hands into his sleeves: "Your Highness, didn't you say before that those were too cliché and boring, and told me to discard them all?"

Now why was he asking for them back? And telling him to throw away these "innovative" ones!

Xiao Yan put on a stern face.

These words were already hard for him to say.

But for the sake of long-term happiness, he steeled himself and forced out the words:

"Can't you just go find them again?"

Fu'an nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, this old servant will do it right away."

Fu'an's expression was unreadable as he bowed and withdrew from the hall.

He thought to himself, fortunately, when His Highness ordered him to throw them away, he hadn't; instead, he kept them all in the storeroom.

Now that His Highness wanted them again, he could just bring them out right away.

After all, in this regard, no bookshop in the market could rival the collection of Prince Yu's mansion.