She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 27: How do you know I can’t fit in if you don’t try?

Chapter 27: Chapter 27: How do you know I can’t fit in if you don’t try?

Yan Wanqing furrowed her brows, slightly shaking her head towards Huai Yu.

Huai Yu’s gaze drifted between the two of them, finally, with an apologetic smile towards Yan Wanqing, he said, "Of course it’s convenient. Then you two talk."

Seeing Huai Yu walk away, Yan Wanqing felt uneasy in her heart when she heard the gentleman beside her speak.

"It’s stuffy inside. Let’s talk outside."

Yan Wanqing had no choice, let out a quiet sigh, and decisively picked up the wine jug from the table beside her and followed him out.

As the saying goes, do not slap a smiling face.

Just as she stepped outside, she lifted the wine jug and poured the liquid between her index, middle, and ring fingers into two wine cups.

"Crown Prince, please."

She set down the wine jug, handed over a cup, and watched as the Crown Prince took it.

With both hands cradling her cup, Yan Wanqing raised it and said, "Crown Prince is the light of the realm, while I am but as modest as duckweed, unworthy of your actions tonight. I offer this wine as a penalty and hope that you can show leniency and spare me."

"Show leniency, hmm?"

"Spare you, hmm?"

Yan Wanqing drained her cup in one gulp, the heat burning her throat, causing her eyes to tear up slightly.

She had casually picked a jug, not anticipating it to be so potent.

It was just a small cup, yet the strength was overwhelming.

At this moment, the Crown Prince’s demeanor was unreadable as he looked down on her, his face unmistakably foul.

"Yan Wanqing, I ask you." He advanced step by step, cornering her against the corner, the broad sycamore leaves soon shrouding the two of them in this corridor corner.

Yan Wanqing only felt dizzy, her body somewhat feverish; she tried hard to widen her eyes to look at him.

"Please inquire, Crown Prince."

The Crown Prince toyed with the smooth cup in his hand, his long fingers against it looking exceptionally beautiful—to the extent that Yan Wanqing felt an urge to bite it.

Bite... it?

After realizing her own thoughts, Yan Wanqing felt that this was a bad sign.

The man in front of her was shrouded in gloom, and he let out a low, cold laugh.

"Yan Wanqing, you are really something." He stared intensely at the petite woman in front of him: "I admit, I have fallen for you."

His words exploded right by Yan Wanqing’s ear.

"Yes, I am the one who likes you. Does that embarrass you? Is that why you keep avoiding me relentlessly?!" The Crown Prince’s voice, full of irritation, cursed by her ear, his warm breath brushing her cheek, instantly coloring it pink.

She felt somewhat dazed, her neck locked by a strong hand that exerted slight pressure without causing her pain.

"Do you have someone in your heart?"

Yan Wanqing shook her head: "No."

A gleam flickered in the Crown Prince’s eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by anger: "No! Then you reject me!"

Now without any pretense, the Crown Prince, revered by everyone in Dawei as divinely as a saint, stood at the end of a dark corridor, grasping the throat of a frail woman, unable to contain repeatedly referring to himself in crude terms, each word reflecting his sense of being slighted. freewёbnoνel.com

Behind closed doors, the Crown Prince rarely showed this expression. He scoffed at himself: "Spare you, right." He lifted the wine cup in his hand and, under Yan Wanqing’s watch, tilted his head back and downed it in one go, too quickly for Yan Wanqing to stop him.

Finished...

Yan Wanqing only felt a darkness before her eyes, the cold wind swinging over her increasingly burning body; in the Crown Prince’s gaze, she saw disbelief.

"You..."

Yan Wanqing hurriedly raised her hands: "No, it wasn’t me."

She had randomly picked up a jug from the table, unaware there was something wrong with the wine.

The Crown Prince’s face displayed a strange expression, his lips slightly dry, his voice growing hoarse: "So what do we do now?"

Surrounded by an unfamiliar sensation, Yan Wanqing was at a loss; she shook her head: "I don’t know."

Under the night sky, the charming young woman looked up naively with tear-filled eyes. The Crown Prince couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

He truly wasn’t a saintly gentleman. With time, place, and harmony on his side, he really could behave like a beast.

Yan Wanqing’s hands clung to the arms locking her throat, the icy touch soothing her greatly, while he immediately tensed his muscles.

"You, what do you want to do?" the Crown Prince asked, both restraining and expectant.

Yan Wanqing had already drunk wine, and at this moment, her mind was as jumbled as a paste.

She frantically pulled at the powerful arms, and after the other party let go, she plunged headfirst into the broad, scorching chest, the other’s body stiffening, daring not to move.

"Hot, so hot..."

She clung to him, like a boneless vine.

The Crown Prince’s hands hung at his sides, his voice hoarse and unrecognizable, "... Yan Wanqing, try to sober up."

Sober up? How could she sober up?

Yan Wanqing’s mind was chaotic, but she knew she had been drugged.

The drug was extremely potent, and even her hands clenched into fists till her palms hurt, she couldn’t maintain even momentary clarity.

If she didn’t detoxify, she would truly explode and die.

She didn’t want to die.

Having just climbed back from hell, she had not yet taken revenge on her enemies, so how could she fold here?

"Your Highness..." she whispered, her voice swirling in the wind and crawling into his ears, finally scratching an itch at the tip of his heart.

"Yan Wanqing, shut up." The Crown Prince knew what she meant, but stubbornly stood his ground.

Realizing he was unmoving, the last bit of clarity in Yan Wanqing’s mind nearly shattered, "... I beg you."

"Beg?" Hearing this word, the Crown Prince licked the corner of his lips, quite wickedly, "Last time you begged me to turn away, now what are you begging me for?"

In the darkness, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

"Yan Wanqing, make it clear, what are you begging me for?"

Yan Wanqing gripped his jacket tightly, tiptoeing just enough to brush over his red lips; the next second, she was hoisted around the waist.

In the night, a figure darted, a secluded chamber’s door was kicked open, and in a pitch-black room where one couldn’t see the fingers before their face, the temperature kept climbing...

Floating, sinking, she did not know how much time had passed.

When Yan Wanqing regained consciousness, a large hand was still firmly locked around her waist.

"Awake?" In the night, her slight movement was completely perceived by him.

Yan Wanqing’s head ached terribly, she closed her eyes again, attempting to feign sleep to get through the situation.

Yet her lips felt warm.

"Keep pretending, and I’ll continue," the hand from her waist gradually slid down...

Under the covers, Yan Wanqing’s hands hurriedly grabbed the large palm: "Don’t."

Her voice was hoarse, full of pleading in her breathy tone.

The man’s Adam’s apple felt boiling hot.

"What do you plan to do now?"

Yan Wanqing’s eyes were lifeless: "I need a moment, don’t talk."

The Crown Prince grew displeased again, he pinned her cheek with one hand, puckering her lips with a pinch, closing in for another kiss, "What are you taking a moment for? Are you thinking about how to shake me off?!"

He no longer referred to himself as ’I’ at this moment.

One ’me’ after another, spoken extremely fluently.

Yan Wanqing took a deep breath, her hands steadying on his arms: "How could I?"

"Hmph." The Crown Prince scoffed, "I don’t think you dare. You’ve slept with me, now you have to take responsibility. I am a Crown Prince of a nation, you can’t just walk away from me."

Yan Wanqing was speechless inside: "What do you want?"

The gentleman waiting for this remark said, "Come and be my Crown Princess Consort."

"Why did the Crown Prince come back this time?" Yan Wanqing suddenly asked.

The man, squeezing the flesh of her cheeks, tightened and loosened, his voice low, "For you."

She had always been in his heart, only she had never known it.

That night in the mountain stream when he saw her again, the torch in his heart was reignited.

"Since you have no one in your heart." He affectionately leaned into her ear, "Yan Wanqing, how will you know I can’t fit in if you don’t try?"