Chapter 1548: The Regent Prince Dotes on Me Too Much, What Should I Do? 17

Jin Chen certainly wouldn't let go of a beauty who threw herself into his arms; he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, his fingertip unintentionally grazing her waist, his tone low and teasing: "Little Royal Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Zhiwei lowered his head and leaned against his shoulder, hearing this he dazedly shook his head, then looking at Jin Chen's eyes, they were actually suffused with a deep black hue, clearly damp and cold, yet inexplicably Jin Chen could see a hint of grievance.

"I don't know......"

Xie Zhiwei paused, then placed Jin Chen's hand over his lower dantian abdomen, "I...... uh!"

He suddenly felt a twisting pain in his dantian, yet he hadn't forgotten that Jin Chen still lacked martial protection, so he hastily pushed Jin Chen away, only to collapse himself, nearly kneeling on the ground, cold sweat pouring, drenched, he begged: "... Your Majesty, let them all get out, please..."

Jin Chen quickly ordered the eunuchs attending in the imperial study to leave, tightly shut the main gate, then Xie Zhiwei relaxed, sitting cross-legged and circulating his qi.

"Fine, I can't help anymore."

Jin Chen, unaware of what had happened, stared at him for a long time, then took a handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped the cold sweat dripping from Xie Zhiwei's brow; when his fingertip touched the tip of the nose, Xie Zhiwei's body jerked sharply,

Jin Chen withdrew his hand, then after a moment poked again, and Xie Zhiwei twitched once more.

After several times like this, Xie Zhiwei: "......"

He barely withdrew his thoughts from his cultivation, opened his misty phoenix eyes and looked at Jin Chen, "Your Majesty......"

Jin Chen's outstretched hand somehow made a detour, lightly brushing Xie Zhiwei's eye corner, "Why are you crying?"

He didn't admit at all that he was up to mischief.

"I haven't cried," Xie Zhiwei couldn't help but as his fingertip lightly brushed, the pain of the reversed qi flow made his breathing heavier, as if he had lost his soul, he only wanted to get close to the person before him.

His pupils were somewhat unfocused, completely dark and black with no light, he could only see Jin Chen's handsome face, worried yet hiding ill intentions.

"Your Majesty..." Xie Zhiwei lost the ability to think, only able to call out Jin Chen's name repeatedly.

"How should I help you?" Jin Chen asked, still seated on the dragon throne, idly stroking Xie Zhiwei's eye corner.

Xie Zhiwei, dazed from thinking, still sat cross-legged on the ground, so he crawled a few steps to lean on Jin Chen's knee, "You...... come closer to me."

Even with the qi flowing backward, the proper and abstinent Xie Zhiwei could hardly utter the words wanting to be held.

Jin Chen refused to let him make excuses, pressing harder on the back of his neck, "Just how close is 'closer'? Little Royal Uncle, you taught me from childhood to express myself clearly, yet you've forgotten yourself."

Xie Zhiwei sat dazedly on the ground, first reacting to Jin Chen's words, then he lifted Jin Chen's hand and placed it on his own head.

"Heavy..." his tone was actually a sticky complaint, "I don't want to tie up my hair."

Jin Chen had noticed before that Xie Zhiwei preferred to let his black hair flow loose, so he slowly helped him remove the jade cap, and the cold-scented black hair immediately cascaded down, as if breaking through Xie Zhiwei's usual composed defenses.

"Your Majesty..." Xie Zhiwei gazed at Jin Chen in a daze, the words he had just been unable to utter seemed to lose their restraint; he pushed off Jin Chen's knee, rose, straddled into Jin Chen's embrace, and raised his hand to take off Jin Chen's jade hairpin.

Jin Chen grabbed his hand, "What are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, this very action made Xie Zhiwei's eyes well up completely; he knelt on Jin Chen's thigh, straightened his body, grabbed Jin Chen's collar, gritted his teeth and questioned, his voice breaking: "Why."

"Your Majesty, why did you give Yu Huayao a hairpin? What qualifies him!" Xie Zhiwei shouted with a sobbing tone, his cold, beautiful face streaked with tears.

Jin Chen, afraid he would fall, hurriedly supported his waist and frowned, asking, "It's just a hairpin; if Little Royal Uncle wants one, I'll give you one too."

"You......" Xie Zhiwei was completely silenced by this, his dark thoughts nowhere to hide, his reddish fingertips released Jin Chen's collar, tears wet and sticking to his black hair, like a newly transformed serpent demon.

"Your Majesty, do you actually know what giving a hairpin signifies?"

Jin Chen's brows and eyes widened slightly, his heart conjuring an unlikely but guilty guess, "Could it be... that you have a crush?"

"You know... you know and still gave it to Yu Huayao......" Xie Zhiwei completely broke down, a fire seemed to burn in his heart, he wished to drag Yu Huayao back and hack him to pieces.

"Kill him..." Xie Zhiwei muttered, his killing intent reaching its peak, "I will definitely kill him!"

"No, I was just guessing randomly," Jin Chen wiped the tears from his eye corner and explained, "If I had known earlier, I certainly wouldn't have agreed."

He took the jade hairpin from his head, but didn't rush to give it to Xie Zhiwei, merely asking softly, "Since Little Royal Uncle knows, do you still want my jade hairpin?"

Xie Zhiwei fell silent again, his possessive, moist phoenix eyes fixed on the jade hairpin in Jin Chen's hand; his qi had already burned away the little remaining rationality, yet he blushed, his face reddening, his bent back trembling faintly.

Jin Chen didn't rush him either, pressing the cold jade hairpin against Xie Zhiwei's neck, using it to lift his chin instead of a finger, "Little Royal Uncle, you look like this—where's the dignity of a Regent Prince?"

Forced to lift his head, Xie Zhiwei saw that though the jade hairpin wasn't sharp, it could still draw blood; with just a little force from Jin Chen it could pierce his throat, letting endless blood flow.

Thinking of this, he actually curled his lips slightly; recalling the night he drank that blood, his rich features became even more gorgeous, like a ghost.

The pain of the jade hairpin pressing against the skin also gave rise to a hint of pleasure; his demeanor became somewhat madly delighted, and Xie Zhiwei drew even closer.

Jin Chen, on the other hand, didn't retract the hairpin, merely easing his pressure a bit.

"I don't want to be some proper Regent Prince......" Xie Zhiwei's tone was almost eerily calm, having forgotten how to refer to himself, he spoke in a dazed, lost manner: "I'm not of the imperial clan; I'm just a beggar the former emperor picked up from the martial world, unaware of my lineage, possessing only a secret manual that everyone covets."

"No one sponsors me; I can only keep climbing upward."

Jin Chen's expression grew somewhat complex; he felt that secret manual was really strange, otherwise how could Xie Zhiwei have cultivated to this extent?

Xie Zhiwei's pupil color was fragile to the extreme; he trembled slightly, lowered himself to lie in Jin Chen's embrace, ignoring that the jade hairpin, not having been retracted in time, had scraped a bleeding red mark on his collarbone.

"I raised you, Your Majesty."

Xie Zhiwei slowly reached out to stroke Jin Chen's cheek, his palm warm, hot, and sticky, each word laced with the chilly venom of jealousy.

"You can't abandon me, being so good to those other fox spirits."

Jin Chen lowered his gaze at him, his expression much calmer, lightly touching the bleeding wound, then lifting his fingertip, which came away stained with blood.

Yet this provoked Xie Zhiwei into a soft laugh.

He seized Jin Chen's hand, pleadingly bringing it to his lips, pain and pleasure intertwined, "Your Majesty, you should also drink my blood."

Jin Chen: "......"

Yet he didn't move; Xie Zhiwei's obsession in his eyes grew deeper, bordering on madness.

Jin Chen clicked his tongue, ignored the blood on his hand, pressed Xie Zhiwei onto the table, and sucked dry the fresh blood from the side of his collarbone.

Xie Zhiwei's pupils dilated slightly, the stabbing feeling continuously tingled his scalp, a dizzy, entrancing delight swept over his whole body in an instant.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected +15, total 65!】