Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart Chapter 1827 Could Not Hold Back

Once a woman tastes his love, her voice transforms distinctly. Gone was the crisp chime; now it held a husky, enticing allure.

Long Yin remained youthful, ultimately. Though adept at navigating imperial court intrigues, this marked his debut savoring the forbidden delight. Confronted by such an enchantingly stunning beauty, resistance proved futile for him.

Dark desire shadowed his eyes as he mounted her again.

…

The following day, Hexin slumbered late.

Noon had struck by the time she stirred awake, with Long Yin absent from the chamber.

Horrified at having overslept, she bolted upright swiftly.

Die'er entered to serve her. Spotting Hexin's state, Die'er soothed her, "No need to panic, Crown Princess. The Crown Prince commanded us to let you rest longer."

"But I must attend the morning greeting at Grand Phoenix Palace…" Hexin uttered hesitantly.

"Her Highness fretted over you and dispatched a messenger earlier to say you can skip greetings for the coming days," Die'er replied smilingly.

This revelation flushed Hexin with sudden shame. She sensed her mother-in-law had discerned it all.

Memories of the previous night ignited a fierce blush on her face.

Die'er aided her in donning fresh attire. As Hexin took a seat before the vanity to arrange her hair, Long Yin reentered.

Amusement sparkled in Long Yin's profound eyes while observing the demure, exquisite lady at the dressing table. He flicked a swift glance at Die'er.

Die'er caught the cue and departed the room promptly.

Long Yin positioned himself behind Hexin, gazing at her reddened visage via the mirror. Seizing the comb, he began stroking her abundant, lustrous tresses.

Hexin's lengthy lashes quivered, her eyes drifting half-shut. Unwilling to meet his stare, she whispered, "Let me do it myself."

A hand settled on her shoulder as Long Yin bent near her ear. "Let me comb your hair for you."

Her cheeks flamed red at once. Lip caught between teeth, she shot him a look before surrendering.

Post-luncheon, they withdrew to the bedchamber.

"Care for a nap?" Long Yin inquired.

"No, I don't." Hexin denied with a headshake. Yesterday she'd slumbered away the day, arising only at midday today. Napping further might invite others' disdain.

Discerning her concerns, Long Yin fondled her cheek tenderly, murmuring, "Rest if weary. Pay no heed to others' opinions."

"I'm truly not tired." Hexin deflected his hands, perching on the adjacent soft couch. Tea passed her lips casually.

Long Yin neared, bracketing her with palms on both sides. His mouth quirked upward. "Hmm… Seems last night… Mmph!"

Hexin shoved a morsel of cake past his lips, retorting with flustered ire, "Stop spouting nonsense."

Caught off guard, Long Yin clutched her face and surged forward, cake still within.

Aware of his scheme, Hexin dodged desperately.

She failed utterly, pinned beneath him on the bed while swallowing cake herself.

Cake fragments dusted their features.

Eyeing one another, laughter exploded from them uncontrollably.

Hexin beamed at the Crown Prince's unprimped state, uncommon for him. Her handkerchief emerged to meticulously cleanse his face.

Poised above, Long Yin braced with hands. Spotting crumbs at her mouth's edge, he claimed the cloth to wipe her clean too.

"Nap with me, Xinxin." Soon he enfolded her, reclining upon the soft couch.

"Too tight here. Let's return to the bed for sleep," Hexin proposed.

Fingers grazed her shoulders, a sly gleam in Long Yin's eye. "Indeed we should. Lest I fear you can't endure it."

His words sparked her mix of mortification and fury. She thumped him. "How can you be so naughty?"