Unable to Suppress

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Yun Xueyan carried another bucket of water back to Junyu Pavilion. Soon, she would be able to fill the entire bath, and to keep the water warm, she had fetched the hottest water possible, scalding her hands in the process. Blisters had already formed, throbbing with pain.

As she walked, a group of young maids took the bucket from her hands.

“What are you doing?” Yun Xueyan hesitated, gripping the wooden bucket, baffled as to why these maids had suddenly appeared to take it away.

“The prince just instructed us to fetch the remaining water. You are to go inside and assist the prince and princess with their bath,” said the maid who took the bucket. She did not address Yun Xueyan with honorifics, but her tone was respectful enough.

After all, this woman was one of the prince’s, no matter how much she appeared to be a mere servant. It was better not to offend her.

Upon hearing the maid’s words, Yun Xueyan released her grip. Just then, a voice from within the room called out, “Come in, and change my clothes!”

She nodded faintly, her soft hair cascading down, obscuring her entire face.

Stepping into Junyu Pavilion, Yun Xueyan took a deep breath before approaching Duan Nanyu. She spoke quietly, “Your Highness.”

He showed no expression, spreading his arms to indicate she should remove his inner garment. His sharp eyes watched the rise and fall of her chest, and his body began to grow feverish.

Her gentle hands removed the garment, revealing his firm muscles. Yun Xueyan lowered her gaze, deliberately avoiding his body, though she could not help but glance at him.

Her hands, hidden within her sleeves, kneaded nervously. When she touched the blisters, she frowned inwardly, not daring to show any excessive reaction.

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Feeling Yun Xueyan’s hands brush against his skin, though her fingertips were rough with calluses, they still stirred his desire.

A cold fire lit suddenly in his eyes, fixing on her petite figure.

The intensity of his gaze seemed to pierce through her. Yun Xueyan turned to flee, but stumbled and fell into the broad chest behind her.

Curled up in Duan Nanyu’s arms, she dared not move, fearful of what might happen.

A hand slipped from his chest, its icy touch making Yun Xueyan shudder. What frightened her more was Duan Nanyu’s actions.

The oppressive force behind her left her powerless—his hand roamed over her, and she could do nothing to stop him.

“Don’t make a sound. If Yin’er sees, you’ll suffer for it!” Duan Nanyu’s low voice sounded behind her, making Yun Xueyan shrink even further.

Yet in her heart, she found it laughable. If he feared Yun Xiyin seeing them, why treat her this way? Was it just to shame her? She knew she was ugly enough; why must he use himself to humiliate her further?

She bit her lip hard, hoping his torment would end soon so she could leave.

Her throat felt dry and burning. Duan Nanyu wished he could press her beneath him, feeling as though he was playing with fire.

Even if only half her face could be seen.

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His hands did not stop; his warm lips bit down harshly on Yun Xueyan’s pale neck. The pain made her stifle a low moan.

Her whole body felt unbearably hot, and her breathing grew rapid. Yun Xueyan felt all her strength drain away, needing Duan Nanyu’s support just to stand.

“Nanyu, is the water ready? Yin’er wants to bathe.” Yun Xiyin’s voice suddenly called out, like a cold bucket of water poured over Duan Nanyu, dousing him from head to toe.

Yun Xueyan sensed the person before her suddenly relax. His sinister eyes gleamed coldly, piercing into her back.

“You cannot escape. You are destined to be my woman! The woman I do not want!”

He abruptly released her, and Yun Xueyan, unsteady, collapsed limply to the floor.

She lay there, gasping for breath, while he had already left. She could not understand why Duan Nanyu had to treat her this way.

Had she done something wrong?