After Accidentally Marking the Cold and Elegant Eldest Princess - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Asking What One Already Knows

The same two words, yet the expression and tone were entirely different.

Yan Yunti couldn’t help but recall the last time this scene played out—

The beauty’s face had been flushed with the glow of spring, her eyes brimming with a stirring moisture. When she looked up, her gaze held only Yan Yunti, her cold, low voice pleading enchantingly: “Bite… me.”

Now, though the words were the height of ambiguity, they sounded as if she were issuing a decree.

A sudden impulse rose in Yan Yunti’s heart.

She wanted to crush and knead this cold, elegant magnolia, to witness her in a state of exquisite beauty, unable to restrain her emotions.

Yan Yunti moved forward step by step. She reached behind her neck, peeled off her medicinal patch, and let her pheromones loose.

The crisp fragrance of fir extended forward with aggressive intent. As Yan Yunti drew closer, she slowly enveloped the Kunze.

The mist in Yuan Jingxue’s eyes thickened.

She turned around, no longer looking at Yan Yunti.

The collar of her snow-silk garment was low. With Yuan Jingxue’s back turned, the gland at the nape of her neck was fully exposed to the Qianyuan.

Yan Yunti’s breathing gradually heavy. She sat on the soft couch, bracing her hands on either side of Yuan Jingxue, leaning her body close. Keeping a distance that was neither too far nor too near, she took a deep breath. The moment the floral scent flooded her brain, she released even more concentrated pheromones.

The cold fir and the magnolia scents merged silently, blending into a fragrance that leaned toward a cloying sweetness—like a piece of tempting dessert placed right in front of one, yet impossible to eat.

Yuan Jingxue closed her eyes and endured. The Qianyuan behind her made no further move; aside from her increasingly rapid breathing, there was nothing else.

“From this day forward, I will not say a word that shouldn’t be said, nor do a single thing that shouldn’t be done.”

And so, without her permission, Yan Yunti did nothing at all, maintaining a feigned, submissive decorum.

But now that she had already stated her demand, what was Yan Yunti thinking? Why was she doing nothing?

Back in the secret room that day, the Qianyuan had not possessed such formidable willpower.

As if confirming her thoughts, Yan Yunti suddenly moved closer. She lowered her head, and her scorching breath was half-puffed onto the Kunze’s gland, and half-drifted down the woman’s jade-white spine through the gap in her collar.

The breath was like a fine feather sweeping over her again and again. Waves of indescribable numbness surged and accumulated.

Yuan Jingxue’s straight spine curved slightly; her posture was no longer so upright.

The corners of Yan Yunti’s mouth quirked up. She raised her gaze to the woman’s white, lustrous earlobe and asked with feigned innocence, “Physician Xu said that the merging of scents can provide a certain degree of comfort. Your Highness, is this sufficient?”

Yuan Jingxue’s hands, pressed against the white fox-fur blanket, clenched tight. A flicker of annoyance rose in her heart.

She was asking what she already knew.

Yesterday’s ordeal—identifying the scents one after another without letting them merge—had infinitely magnified their bodies’ craving for each other.

How could this level of pheromone comfort possibly be enough?

“Yan Yunti.” Yuan Jingxue’s voice dropped a degree in coldness.

Yan Yunti had completely forgotten her previous regret about provoking the other woman. She liked it when the Princess called her name; even the tone of anger sounded beautiful.

“It seems it is not enough.” Yan Yunti lowered her gaze back to the Kunze’s flushed gland. She raised her thumb and lightly brushed the edge of the gland, once again asking the obvious: “Then, Your Highness, where do you want me to bite? Is it here?”

Having said that, her thumb pressed down, landing right in the center of the gland. With a moderate pressure, she pushed inward, forcing out an even richer, more concentrated scent.

Yuan Jingxue’s straight spine went completely limp. She had to exert all her strength just to keep from collapsing into the arms of the person behind her. She closed her eyes to hide the moisture within them. Then she heard Yan Yunti ask again: “How long does Your Highness want me to bite? Should I bite lightly, or heavily?”

Every question was impossible to answer.

Yuan Jingxue’s breathing quickened. She didn’t want to hear any more of these redundant questions from the Qianyuan. She tilted her neck back slightly and said in a suppressed, commanding voice, “Speak no more.”

Yan Yunti lightly ground her canine teeth. She could hear what was being suppressed in Yuan Jingxue’s voice, and her brows rose slightly. “Since Your Highness will not answer, then pray excuse me for following my heart.”

Without giving Yuan Jingxue a chance to regret, Yan Yunti leaned forward and pressed her lips together, firmly taking the Kunze’s gland between them and grinding. Her tongue touched it repeatedly, as if she were holding a delicious pastry in her mouth, tossing it back and forth until it was about to melt.

Yan Yunti closed her teeth and bit into the gland.

She was in no hurry to pierce it. Her canines ground against it meticulously, feeling the heat of the woman’s neck beneath her palm and the slight trembling as she slowly slumped into her embrace.

The Princess’s waist was very soft—so soft she wanted to hold it.

However, she only thought it. To make up for the regret in her heart, Yan Yunti bit down hard. She pierced the gland, and pheromones instantly flooded in, requiring no conscious control on her part.

Yuan Jingxue pressed her lips tight, suppressing the sound that was about to escape.

The Qianyuan’s cold pheromones invaded every inch of her body. She felt as if she were submerged in a cold spring; while she struggled to remain conscious, she felt the spring gradually warm, and her reason began to fade.

Her body grew soft, losing all control. Her back couldn’t help but press against Yan Yunti’s chest, her snowy neck arching backward to bring the nape closer.

Their pheromones blended silently and perfectly. The resulting fragrance grew sweeter and more mellow, enveloping them both. On one hand, her reason told her she should stop at the right time; on the other, her emotions made her want the scents to remain merged for longer.

Until Yuan Jingxue sensed something coming. Her tightly pressed lips parted: “Yan—”

The warning didn’t make it out in time. The fragrance of fir erupted, hitting her like an overwhelming wave, sweeping away Yuan Jingxue’s last shred of reason and pulling her own pheromones into a simultaneous explosion.

At this moment, emotion held the upper hand.

Yan Yunti acted entirely on instinct and desire. A thought flashed through her mind; she reached out, wrapped her arm around Yuan Jingxue’s waist, and pulled her even closer.

The longer their scents merged, the more intense it became. At one point, Yuan Jingxue instinctively tried to stop it: “Don’t…”

Yan Yunti hesitated for a heartbeat. Quickly recalling Yuan Jingxue’s previous cold commands, her returning reason failed again. She did not let go as she had last time; instead, she held her tighter.

One breath, two, three… ten breaths. Her body suddenly fell into the clouds, into a long period of empty haze.

The floor heating was burning far too hot. In those few breaths, they both broke into a heavy sweat.

Yan Yunti was the first to break free from the feeling of losing control. She pulled back slightly and saw that the color of the Kunze’s gland had turned from a pale pink to a vivid, watery red. What about Yuan Jingxue?

Yan Yunti no longer held back. Those soft moans from a moment ago were still echoing in her ears. She pressed the woman down onto the soft couch and looked at Yuan Jingxue’s face—the beauty’s hair was damp at the temples, her long lashes were moist, and she looked as if she had just surfaced from water. Her face was stained with the reddest rouge, her crimson lips slightly parted, her panting still unceasing.

Yan Yunti’s heart beat faster with every second. Her gaze fell back into those moisture-drenched, hazy phoenix eyes. She lowered her body and asked in a low voice:

“Does Your Highness still recognize who I am?”