Chapter 264: My Lord, I Love You
After the brief loss of control, a trace of embarrassment flashed through Gong Moran’s eyes.
A heavy fragrance filled the small hall. Someone had clearly added an aphrodisiac incense to the censer in advance. Yet in that split second just now, when he saw Duoduo entangled with another man, he’d actually felt an urge to kill them both on the spot.
Gong Moran took a deep breath. Even if the air was saturated with the aphrodisiac, it didn’t matter—only this way could he suppress the uncontrollable agitation and bloodlust stirring in his heart.
The Fifth Prince, who had been flung to the ground, let out a pained groan and then crawled toward the bed again on pure instinct.
He felt that if he didn’t vent soon, he would die—his body would burst apart. All other pain paled in comparison to the fire raging inside him.
By now, Gong Moran could clearly see the man’s face. When he saw him still trying to crawl toward the bed, his gaze sank, icy and lethal. He no longer cared whether the man was some Fifth Prince or not. He raised a hand, fingers curling into a claw, and in an instant a powerful surge of witchcraft turned into a suction force that dragged the Fifth Prince straight over.
He roughly shoved a pill into the man’s mouth, then lifted him like a chicken and hurled him out the door. After a moment’s thought, he pointed through the air and struck the man’s sleep acupoint as well.
The door had already been shattered to pieces when Gong Moran lost control earlier. Looking at the empty gap, he swept his long arm, flipping a long table inside the hall up into the air so that it barely blocked the opening.
Then he walked, step by step, toward the large bed inside the hall. With each step, his stride seemed heavier, his gaze growing deeper and darker.
The incense in the censer continued to burn fiercely. Wisps of smoke drifted upward, filling the enclosed space again and again, making the sweet fragrance thicker and thicker.
He glanced sideways at the censer. It would’ve taken only a flick of his finger to extinguish it, yet he ignored it completely, letting the scent spread unchecked, filling the room and his lungs alike.
By now, Nan Xun was completely muddled. She couldn’t even hear the excited voice in her head clearly anymore—she only felt that Little Eight was chattering noisily.
“Nan Xun! The big boss is here!! Holy crap, something is definitely gonna happen this time! If nothing happens, I’ll take your surname! I’m out—go fight the big boss properly, ahhh~~”
“So noisy,” Nan Xun muttered, then turned her head.
She’d already forgotten where she was. All she saw was Gong Moran walking toward her expressionlessly.
That ascetic, godlike face and that cold, spotless aura left her staring in a daze.
Nan Xun tilted her head slightly and suddenly let out a low laugh.
So annoying. These past few days this bastard had ignored her completely, treating her like thin air. Seeing him now, she really wanted to knead that emotionless face into a pig’s head, tear that pristine robe to shreds, rake countless claw marks across his body, then bite him—bite him to death!
Gong Moran stopped at the bedside and reached out to pat her burning-hot cheek, calling softly, “Duoduo?”
Nan Xun jolted, eyes flying open as she stared at him. “My lord? It really is you?” She grinned foolishly. “Hehe… I thought I was dreaming.”
She’d been sitting on the bed spacing out. Seeing him now, she suddenly stood up, instantly gaining the height advantage.
With a flushed little face, she looked down at him from above. Her beautiful eyes shimmered as if filled with water, misty and hazy, turning into fine threads that wrapped around the man before her.
“Duoduo, you’ve been poisoned with an aphrodisiac. Come here,” Gong Moran said coolly, extending his hand toward her.
She lifted her pink lips into a smile, gazing at him with narrowed eyes, her voice soft and sweet. “Sure, I’ll come over—but my lord, you have to catch me~”
As soon as the last note fell, she suddenly jumped forward—like a frog.
Gong Moran didn’t move at all, watching as the little girl bounced onto him like a grasshopper and wrapped herself tightly around him.
Nan Xun looped her arms around his neck and gently swayed, grinning as she leaned close to his handsome face, staring at him without blinking.
At first, Gong Moran remained unmoved. Gradually, he reached out to support her so she wouldn’t fall.
The thing in his arms was no longer a person—it was a little fireball, burning all over.
“Duoduo, don’t mess around. Get down,” he said, patting her back.
Nan Xun raised a brow. “Mess around? I’m not messing around at all. My lord, I love you. I want you, hehe~~”
When Gong Moran heard the words I love you, his eyes flickered, and he couldn’t help but look at her seriously.
Nan Xun finally got her wish and started using her hands—smack. Both palms landed on the man’s handsome face, then squeezed inward hard.
Seeing that peerlessly handsome face squished flat, those rosy thin lips turned into a duck’s beak, she burst out laughing happily, her fireball-like body trembling against him as she laughed.
Gong Moran simply watched her in silence, letting her small hands mess with his face, letting her scorching body rub against him.
“My lord, you know what? I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Before you came just now, I was already defiling you in my head. This face of yours finally has some other expression—hahaha…”
After kneading his face for a while, Nan Xun felt like something was missing. In the end, she pressed down on his nose lightly.
A pig nose. Hahaha…
Only after she’d had her fun did Gong Moran finally relax his hands and ask with mild curiosity, “How exactly did you plan to defile me?”
His voice was lower than usual, and at some point his gaze had turned dark.
“How to defile you?” Nan Xun giggled, eyes curved, leaning close to his ear and breathing softly. “My lord already knows the answer. Of course… like this.”
The last words blurred together as Nan Xun suddenly caught his lips in her mouth, biting and nibbling at them.
Gong Moran sucked in a sharp breath and immediately tilted his head back, trying to avoid her.
But who was Nan Xun? Once she’d set her sights on something, how could she possibly let it go? He retreated, she chased.
In the end, Gong Moran stopped dodging altogether, standing stiff as a block of wood, letting her do whatever she pleased.
Nan Xun laughed softly, delighted by his concession.
As she nibbled, she hummed quietly, “My lord, I feel awful—really awful. My body hurts, my heart hurts too… These past days, why did you ignore me? What did I do wrong?”
As she spoke, that bone-meltingly sweet voice even carried a hint of pitiful sobbing.
Gong Moran sighed softly. Being bitten, his words came out broken and indistinct. “I ignored you, and so you ignored me in return? Aren’t you usually the one who likes clinging to me the most? How is it that I neglect you just once, and you hide back inside your turtle shell?”
