The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

An Xiaxia was wide awake instantly and stared at him with a befuddled expression. He, on the other hand, sighed with satisfaction and moaned, "Xiaxia…"

His soft voice reminded her of a big docile dog.

"Don't… don't do that…" An Xiaxia blushed and tried her best to take back her hand, but he only pressed it harder against his body.

She was stricken by something hard and hot under her fingers. Her heart raced as unknown fear and delight rushed into her head together, which only overwhelmed her further.

Sheng Yize led her hand in a particular movement as he nibbled her earlobe, his voice almost pleading. "Just this once, alright?"

Just this once, let him indulge himself.

Just this once, let him succumb to his desire.

An Xiaxia bit her lip and wanted to refuse, but his mouth soon covered hers.

She was speechless… He wasn't asking, but just stating a fact!

Come to think of it, whenever he really wanted something, he never actually gave her any chance to refuse. Browbeating, cajoling, or swindling, he would eventually get what he wanted.

That bastard…

"You… hm…" She couldn't utter a coherent sentence. His kiss stopped her and all she could manage were some broken syllables.

Led by his big hand, her own began to move…

After initial resistance, An Xiaxia gradually became… intrigued.

As it turned out, doing it with a loved one wasn't all that repulsive…

But it didn't make it less shameful…

Refusing to be the only one taken advantage of, she squeezed a little tighter, and as expected, Sheng Yize drew in his breath and his moans grew louder.

But… she regretted it almost immediately…

His inky black eyes stared into hers and she felt like she was looking into a bottomless trap, which lured her into jumping in…

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Forty minutes later, An Xiaxia complained weakly, "How much longer are you going to take…?"

Sheng Yize rubbed against her shoulder and asked teasingly, "Are you not happy with it?"

"Happy! Very happy!" So wrap it up already! Her arm was so sore!

Sheng Yize said, "Since you're so happy, shouldn't I be working harder?"

An Xiaxia: "…"

-

When he finally finished, An Xiaxia had almost fallen asleep.

He went to the bathroom to get a warm towel to clean her hand before he tidied himself up.

After he was done, he lay back in bed and heard An Xiaxia mumble, "Are you drunk or not…?"

How could a drunk man be that persistent? That wouldn't happen!

Sheng Yize smiled, but said nothing.

He didn't know if he was drunk either.

But that was of little importance.

The person he liked was right beside him and sleeping in his arms. This must be what happiness was all about.

-

Early the next morning, Sheng Yize woke up feeling refreshed and energetic. An Xiaxia, however, simply wouldn't wake up. Sheng Yize had to shake her awake when the doctor came to check on her.

"Is everything alright?" the doctor asked kindly. An Xiaxia was still half asleep and mumbled, "Hm… my arm is sore…"

Pfft —

Sheng Yize felt like breaking into a cold sweat.

The doctor didn't think much of it. After examining her, he pondered, "You've probably been in bed for too long. If you feel strong enough, add some exercise to your daily activities. It'll help with your recovery."

After leaving Sheng Yize with some instructions, the team of doctors left. Sheng Yize stared at her with a teasing expression.

"Exercise is the power of life. Little lazybones, get moving."

An Xiaxia misinterpreted his words and threw a pillow at him angrily.

"Go to hell! I'm not doing it!"

"Then how about… I help you move?"