Chapter 111: A Hot and Urgent Kiss

Hearing Xiao Youlan speak of applying medicine, Nan Xueyin could not help but recall the scene when she had previously arrived at the study and seen Imperial Physician Sun treating Xiao Youlan's wounds.

At that time, Xiao Youlan was not wearing an upper garment, and Nan Xueyin had seen his entire upper body.

"Didn't Imperial Physician Sun already apply medicine for you?" Nan Xueyin asked.

"His technique is poor; it hurts terribly," Xiao Youlan said in a weak voice.

Nan Xueyin expressed deep doubt regarding this.

That Imperial Physician Sun was of a ripe old age and had served as an imperial physician in the palace for so long; his technique was poor?

"Imperial Physician Sun is elderly, after all. Seeing me, a Crown Prince, injured like this, he couldn't help but be nervous, and his hands shook terribly," Xiao Youlan guessed what Nan Xueyin was thinking again.

Nan Xueyin was half-believing and half-doubting.

Yet Xiao Youlan had already taken the initiative to untie his belt.

Seeing him start to take off his outer robe, Nan Xueyin's first reaction was to go and close the door—what if someone saw them?

Just as she was about to turn around, she thought better of it in a flash; wasn't it just applying medicine? It wasn't as if they were doing something shameful. Furthermore, the one taking off his clothes was the Crown Prince; was she really worried about others seeing the Crown Prince's flesh?

"Alright."

Xiao Youlan spoke up.

Nan Xueyin looked down and saw that he had already nimbly finished taking off his upper garment.

Nan Xueyin:...

This was too fast!

Xiao Youlan was bare-chested. Viewed up close, Xiao Youlan had broad, upright shoulders and a narrow waist. Although he had muscle definition, it was not exaggerated; it was beautiful and just right.

The wound was on his side; Imperial Physician Sun had already treated it, and bandages were wrapped around his lean, muscular waist, looking inexplicably erotic.

"Is it good to look at?"

Xiao Youlan's voice sounded, filled with a smile and leisurely.

It took a moment for Nan Xueyin to realize she had been staring intently and had been caught red-handed by the person in question. Feeling incredibly ashamed, she quickly shifted her gaze and asked him: "... Where is the Ointment?"

Xiao Youlan gave a small laugh, "I'll go get it."

As he said this, he stood up.

Nan Xueyin was not far from his side, and as soon as he stood up, the distance between the two of them closed.

He walked over bare-chested, and Nan Xueyin's gaze fell right onto his collarbone, spreading all the way to his muscular shoulders.

"It seems it really is good to look at."

Xiao Youlan returned with the Ointment and noticed her gaze once again.

Nan Xueyin was stubborn: "I'm just curious, you sit in the study every day, how do you have muscles?"

Xiao Youlan laughed: "I occasionally go to the training grounds, but I've been far too busy lately and haven't been able to spare the time."

Nan Xueyin thought to herself, no wonder the Crown Prince has muscles and Xiao Mingyu does not.

Xiao Mingyu spent his free time drinking and making merry, or calling for three or five singing girls to seek pleasure.

He was not as disciplined as the Crown Prince.

As Xiao Youlan spoke, he even touched his own pectoral muscles, "Look, the muscles have even shrunk."

His pectoral muscles were still quite large, but when not tensed, the muscles were soft.

Accompanying his stroking motion, the muscles were pressed into different shapes.

Nan Xueyin saw it with her own eyes at close range, and the roots of her ears turned red in a flash.

"Do you want to touch?"

Xiao Youlan spoke suddenly, his tone leaning toward low and deep, bordering on seduction.

Nan Xueyin was a bit dazed by the question and inexplicably replied: "That wouldn't be good."

"If it is you, as long as you want to touch, you may do so at any time," Xiao Youlan watched her with a smile, "And no matter how you touch, or for how long, it is all fine."

As he said this, he took hold of Nan Xueyin's hand, taking the initiative to place it on his own body.

The moment her fingertips touched his skin, a string in Nan Xueyin's mind snapped abruptly, and she quickly pulled her hand back.

"Aren't we applying medicine? Still touching, what are you touching for."

Nan Xueyin stiffened her face, feigning a serious expression to cover her shame, and snatched the Ointment jar from his hand.

The smile had not yet faded from Xiao Youlan's eyes and face as he obediently sat down on the couch to the side.

Because he had sat down and the injury was on his side, it would be very difficult for Nan Xueyin to reach his wound if she remained standing.

Therefore, she had no choice but to crouch down.

From Xiao Youlan's angle, he was looking down at her eyebrows and eyes from above.

In daily life, Nan Xueyin's brows and eyes were always cold and stern, as if they were frost condensed in the depths of winter that could never melt.

But now, the ice and snow in her eyes were melting slightly; looking down from above, her gaze instead appeared somewhat soft, giving rise to a myriad of charming allure.

Xiao Youlan suddenly clicked his tongue in his heart; today when she left the Eastern Palace, he had actually forgotten to have her wear a veil to cover her appearance.

At this moment, Nan Xueyin held the Ointment jar in one hand and reached out with the other to undo the bandages on his body.

She first unwound one layer, slowly circling away along the Crown Prince's slender waist.

This posture was, in fact, extremely ambiguous.

Xiao Youlan's gaze could not move away for a long while; having practiced self-restraint for over twenty years and never having tasted the affairs of men and women, at a time like this, what was repeating in his mind was not anything proper.

And just as Xiao Youlan was letting his imagination run wild, Nan Xueyin only felt that something was very strange.

When she unwound the final part, the skin on Xiao Youlan's waist was completely reflected in Nan Xueyin's eyes.

The skin on his side was intact, with muscles slightly protruding.

Where was there any wound?

No wonder Nan Xueyin had felt it strange just now, because she had not smelled any scent of blood.

"You..."

Nan Xueyin realized at this moment that she had been deceived; she raised her head, burning with shame and anger, intending to question Xiao Youlan—he wasn't injured at all, how dare he lie to her?!

The next instant, she was directly seized by the wrist by Xiao Youlan and forcibly pulled into his embrace.

Before Nan Xueyin could struggle, a scalding and urgent kiss landed upon her.

He had endured for far too long.

She initially wanted to resist, raising her hands to try and push Xiao Youlan away, but her palms did not press against the brocade robes of the past, but rather against a smooth, soft chest.

Nan Xueyin felt as if she had been scalded by something and hurriedly let go.

Taking advantage of this opening, Xiao Youlan captured her lips, licking them with fine, dense intensity.

Not only were Nan Xueyin's lips kissed by him, but her lower back was also pressed against by his large palm, forcing her to sit on his lap and passively endure this increasingly deepening kiss.

His mind was still occupied by those beautiful, unspeakable thoughts that would not dissipate, so his kissing became increasingly fierce, even lacking any rhythm.

Nan Xueyin was truly uncomfortable from his kissing and reached out to push him again.

This time, because Xiao Youlan was holding her with force, the muscles on his chest had become hard.

When Nan Xueyin touched them, she only felt that his pectoral muscles were massive and firm, her palms burning hot.

But she did not withdraw her hands again; instead, she gathered her strength and pushed Xiao Youlan away with force.

Xiao Youlan was still panting slightly, the corners of his eyes flushed with a hint of desire, and he asked, "You don't like it?"

Nan Xueyin glared at him: "If you dare call me a liar again next time, I won't spare you."

Xiao Youlan suddenly laughed, "Alright, I am one."

"You weren't even hurt, yet you wanted me to apply medicine for you, just to steal this kiss?" Nan Xueyin questioned him crossly.

"That's not it."

Xiao Youlan answered earnestly, "Pretending to be injured was just to see if you would feel heartache for me. As it stands, you do feel heartache for me. Hearing that I was injured, you didn't even look at Wu Zhui anymore, ran straight back, and even went to vent your anger on my behalf."

Nan Xueyin was stunned.

"Saying I wanted you to apply medicine for me was also to see if you truly already care about me. The results prove," Xiao Youlan's smile deepened as he gazed at her, "Little Xue, you like me far too much."