Warning: Non-con. But they didn’t go through with ‘it’.
Yan Yihuan was awoken by hunger. Despite the emptiness in his stomach, he was reluctant to open his eyes. This sleep had been far too comfortable.
He let out a few soft groans and stretched lazily, savoring the pleasure of a well-rested body. But just as he was enjoying the moment, a thought suddenly pierced his mind. Yan Yihuan’s eyes flew open, and all the memories from last night flooded back in an instant.
When he finally took a good look at his surroundings, he was utterly dumbfounded.
He was still in Zhao Chufeng’s bed!?
Impossible. This is impossible!
Yan Yihuan sat up abruptly, clutching his head in his hands, unable to make sense of it. He distinctly remembered attending the palace banquet yesterday, running into Brother Jing, and even pleading with him to take him out of the palace.
Although he had passed out from drinking too much, Brother Jing would never have left him behind, and certainly wouldn’t have allowed Zhao Chufeng to bring him back!
Could the entire palace banquet have been nothing more than a dream? Yan Yihuan glanced out the window, where the setting sun painted the sky. It was already dusk. Could today be the actual day of the palace banquet?
Completely bewildered, Yan Yihuan lifted the quilt, and a familiar medicinal scent wafted up. Only then did he notice that his injury no longer hurt as much as before. He cautiously moved his body and tentatively got out of bed.
Stepping down barefoot, the carpet by the bed was delicate and smooth. Yan Yihuan rubbed his foot against it, confirming that this was a luxury item that was never used before, even in his royal residence.
“You’re awake.”
The voice of an old servant suddenly broke the silence, startling Yan Yihuan so much he nearly fell back onto the bed. “When… when did you come in?”
“Please wait a moment, Third Young Master. This old servant will fetch the young master.”
“Don’t!” Yan Yihuan’s protest was obviously futile, the old servant left him with nothing but the sight of his swiftly disappearing figure. Panic surged in Yan Yihuan’s chest as he glanced around the room, realizing there was nowhere to hide.
Just when he was at a complete loss, a tall figure was already standing at the doorway. Yan Yihuan caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and dove under the brocade quilt in a blind panic, leaving only a lock of black hair slipping out from the edge, dangling by the bedside.
“Are you that scared?”
The deep voice carried a hint of amusement. Beneath the quilt, Yan Yihuan felt a mixture of fear and fury, thinking to himself, ‘Why I’m that scared? Don’t you already know?’
He finally understood that once he fell into Zhao Chufeng’s hands, his neither status nor identity would matter. That man could pin him down with just one arm, not to mention the ropes and chains on this bed. Just thinking about it sent shivers down Yan Yihuan’s spine.
Zhao Chufeng looked at the bulging quilt on the bed. He could almost picture Yan Yihuan curled up inside like a little ball. The image reminded him of the white lion cat1狮子猫 (direct translation: lion cat) t/n: I’m assuming it’s the Shandong Linqing Lion Cat according to China’s Wikipedia, Baidu Baike. Link: https://baike.baidu.com/item/%E7%8B%AE%E5%AD%90%E7%8C%AB/4340094 
he had raised in his childhood, and he wasn’t in a hurry to lift the quilt. A large, slender hand with well-defined knuckles pressed down on the quilt, applying just the slightest pressure.
Just that little bit of pressure was enough to make Yan Yihuan feel as if his soul was being yanked straight out of his body. He clenched his teeth, forcing himself to endure, only to feel that hand slowly sliding down along his body, its motion deliberate with an ambiguous intimacy.
The force slid clearly across his shoulder and back, seemingly about to…
Suddenly, the blanket was thrown off, and with red eyes, Yan Yihuan quickly retreated a few steps away from Zhao Chufeng, then gritted his teeth in anger.
“Zhao Chufeng!”
Zhao Chufeng’s hand remained suspended in midair, and his slightly upturned eyes even showed an innocent look. In the midst of his absolute beauty, there was even a hint of cuteness.
Cute? Yan Yihuan was shocked. How can he still think of such a word in this situation?
Stay focused! He couldn’t let himself be fooled by his appearance. This person was someone who could devour a person without leaving a bone behind!
“Even if I teased you and bit you a year ago, what you did to me… surely that would be enough to make up for it!” Despite his lingering resentment and anger, Yan Yihuan still knew how to assess the situation. After all, it would be better to take revenge once he returned to the Residence of King Yan.
“You’re hiding so far away when you see me.” Zhao Chufeng hadn’t moved at all, but Yan Yihuan felt as if that gaze was a pair of hands pressing against him, making him break out in a cold sweat. But the next sentence struck him with even more shock,
“But when you see Li Xuanjing, you can’t wait to stick to him.”
It turns out he really did attend the palace banquet and really saw Brother Jing, but how did he get from the palace to Zhao Chufeng’s house? How could the emperor agree to let Zhao Chufeng take him away? How could Brother Jing agree? And how did Zhao Chufeng know about all this?
“You… what exactly is your identity, how did you bring me back from the palace?”
“You entered the palace in my sedan chair, so naturally, the sedan chair bearers brought you back.” Zhao Chufeng’s expression remained unchanged, but his feet subtly removed his shoes.
“Even so, Jing ge will definitely stop you. What exactly did you do to get me here?”
“Jing ge?” Zhao Chufeng’s lips, which had been smiling moments ago, tightened instantly. Those two words were like a thousand-year-old ice, cold and harsh, squeezed out from between his teeth, “What an affectionate way of calling.”
“Y-You… don’t come over here…” Yan Yihuan was terrified. Only now did he realize how gentle Zhao Chufeng had been just now. With a clang of copper rings, his back was already against the cabinet door on the bed, with no way to retreat.
His ankle was tightly gripped, and a wave of dizziness swept over him. By the time Yan Yihuan reacted, he was already pinned under Zhao Chufeng, their faces almost touching, their breaths nearly merging.
“Zhao Chufeng… what are you doing?” The memories of that night came rushing back like a tidal wave. Yan Yihuan’s face turned pale, filled with fear. He tried to pull away, but Zhao Chufeng noticed and firmly pinned his knees with his leg.
“What am I doing? You should already know by now.” Zhao Chufeng squinted slightly, and one hand slipped into his collar unnoticed. The moment the icy fingertips touched the skin, Yan Yihuan let out a startled cry and tried to pull the arm away, but before he could even touch the sleeve, her wrists were tightly grasped and locked above her head.
“Jing ge and I were childhood playmates. We haven’t seen each other for five or six years. Calling him Jing ge is just a habit, a habit!” At such a moment, stubbornness was worthless. Yan Yihuan hurriedly explained, his eyes revealing a pleading look filled with shame, “It… it still hurts.”
It seemed that his words had eased Zhao Chufeng’s anger slightly. His expression softened slightly, but his hand continued to slide down, pausing at his lower abdomen and pinching a few times.
“Huai De.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the old servant who had been attending to them appeared at the door. “Young Master, what are your orders?”
Yan Yihuan was once again taken aback. Zhao Chufeng was usually so shameless, and now, in this situation, he actually called the servant to come in. “Let go of me!”
He couldn’t help but struggle, and the hand that had been resting on his lower abdomen, suddenly moved upward like a snake, swift and nimble, then lightly grazed his chest with the tip of his finger. Yan Yihuan shivered and immediately shut his mouth.
Zhao Chufeng was truly the kind of person who dared to do anything!
Seeing him become obedient, Zhao Chufeng’s lips curved up in satisfaction. He rewarded him with a light pat on the cheek, then continued to instruct,
“Go heat up and bring the food over.”
Huai De withdrew, and Yan Yihuan turned his face to the side, refusing to look at him. He pouted angrily, “There’s no need to bring the food. If you don’t let me go, I’ll starve to death in your residence. Let’s see how you’ll explain this to the Emperor and my father.”
“Are you sure you won’t eat?” Zhao Chufeng smiled, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I was planning to send you back to the guest residence after you ate.”
“Really!?” Yan Yihuan quickly turned his head, his eyes lighting up with a sparkle that Zhao Chufeng had never seen before. Zhao Chufeng suppressed his smile. He scoffed lightly and released him, standing up.
“I never go back on my word.”
