The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Haoran finally released Xiaoxi's hand—just enough to step back—but his eyes never left hers. The room felt smaller, charged with an intensity neither could ignore.
Haoran (voice low, tense, almost growling): "Xiaoxi… listen to me. I had nothing to do with Mingzhu. I… I don't like her. She's… just there. But you… you're the one I care about. Do you understand?" 😤
Xiaoxi's chest tightened, her heart racing uncontrollably. She had tried to push her feelings away, but hearing him say this, with such intensity, made her knees weak.
Xiaoxi (softly, breathless): "I… I… I don't know what to say…"
Haoran stepped closer, until their bodies were almost touching. Every step made her feel a strange heat rising inside her, a mix of fear and desire.
Haoran (voice dropping, tense, teasingly low): "Then don't say anything. Just… stay here, with me." 😏
Xiaoxi shivered, unable to move away. The air between them was electric. Haoran's hand brushed against hers, lingering just a second too long, sending shivers down her spine.
Then, almost deliberately, he cupped her face, his thumb tracing her cheekbone. Their eyes locked, and the silence stretched—heavy, intimate, impossible to ignore.
Haoran (whispering, dangerously close): "Do you feel that, Xiaoxi? How hard it's been to stay away? How much I've wanted this… wanted you?"
Xiaoxi swallowed hard, her voice barely audible:
Xiaoxi: "I… I feel it… but… what if…"
Before she could finish, Haoran silenced her with a teasing, possessive kiss—not rushed, not gentle, but slow and deliberate, claiming, demanding, igniting every nerve. She gasped into the kiss, melting against him as his hands slid from her face to her waist, holding her closer.
When he finally pulled back, their foreheads were pressed together, breaths mingling, hearts pounding wildly.
Haoran (smirking, voice husky): "See? Nothing to do with Mingzhu. Only… you. Only you, Xiaoxi."
Xiaoxi's lips trembled as she whispered, almost inaudible:
Xiaoxi: "Your… Your Highness… I…"
Haoran chuckled, low and teasing, and leaned in again, brushing his nose against hers, his lips hovering just above hers.
Haoran: "Shh… don't speak. Just feel me. Feel us. I've waited too long, Xiaoxi."
Her hands instinctively found his chest, gripping his tunic, feeling the strong heartbeat beneath her fingers. He smirked at her touch, pulling her closer until she was fully pressed against him, and whispered, hot against her ear:
Haoran: "Do you understand now… how much I need you?" 😏🫣
Xiaoxi's breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed crimson. She wanted to run, wanted to hide, but every part of her wanted to stay—wanted him.
The room was silent except for their ragged breaths, the faint rustle of clothing, the rapid beat of their hearts. Behind that locked door, the teasing, the jealousy, and the tension all melted into something raw, irresistible, and dangerously intimate. 💕