Chapter 603 Sweet Kiss with Cake

Chapter 603: Cake and a Sweet Kiss

Ji Yuntang could clearly hear her own heart pounding wildly. Their bodies pressed together, drawing out the charged atmosphere between them to its breaking point.

The servants at Prince Ye's estate had already made themselves scarce, leaving the space to their lord and lady.

Ji Yuntang's nose was filled with the pleasant scent of Luo Junhe's pinewood fragrance. She seemed to have completely forgotten where she was, letting Luo Junhe take her hand and guide it as they cut the cake with the long serrated knife.

The creamy aroma wafted out, and the air was thick with a sweet fragrance that was both refreshing and intoxicating.

Luo Junhe cut two clean slices. He carefully plated the cake, then took Ji Yuntang's hand and sat them both down.

Just as Ji Yuntang was reaching for her spoon, Luo Junhe beat her to it and snatched the spoon away.

"A Tang has been taking care of this prince for so long; now it's only fair that this prince takes care of A Tang in return."

As he spoke, his brow arched slightly, a smile dancing in his eyes, and his voice carried a teasing charm that went straight to the heart.

Ji Yuntang's heart skipped a beat. She felt like Luo Junhe's smile meant something more.

But for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why he was suddenly smiling.

"A He, I can do it myself!"

Ji Yuntang was a bit nervous. She tried to grab the spoon back, but Luo Junhe grabbed her hand and pulled her straight into his arms.

"This prince's princess should naturally be fed by this prince himself."

Luo Junhe wrapped one arm around her, firmly encircling her slender, soft waist, his deep, peach-blossom eyes darkening a shade.

With that pull, Ji Yuntang couldn't help but land right on his thigh.

As if sensing something, her face instantly turned crimson, and she silently cursed Luo Junhe for being a rogue.

In the past, when his leg was injured, she never dared to sit on it, afraid it might make him uncomfortable.

But now, sitting on his leg, she could clearly feel the skin beneath her—firm yet springy.

Ji Yuntang's body went rigid, and she didn't dare move a muscle.

Whether on purpose or not, Luo Junhe gave a slight lift of his leg. Ji Yuntang felt a sudden loss of balance and, startled, instinctively threw her arms around his neck.

Luo Junhe let out a low chuckle, eyeing the woman in his arms with a teasing look, asking with a smirk, "Is A Tang throwing herself into this prince's arms all on her own?"

Ji Yuntang wished she could dig a hole and bury herself in it. She realized that in the year she'd been with Luo Junhe, it wasn't just the man himself that had changed, but also his mouth.

The man who used to be so serious he couldn't even tell a joke now spouted sweet talk one line after another.

Even someone as thick-skinned as Ji Yuntang sometimes found it hard to take.

She often wondered to herself: were men just naturally gifted at this kind of thing?

This was her first relationship, and it was Luo Junhe's first too, but he was clearly way more skilled at it than she was.

And now that his leg was healed, Luo Junhe was like a wild horse that had broken loose on the plains—even more unrestrained than before.

He didn't even bother to watch what he said in front of the servants anymore; he'd say anything right to their faces.

Because of him, all the servants in the West Courtyard had come down with the "illness" of being blind and deaf.

Whenever Ji Yuntang shot them a look, they'd tremble in fear and immediately swear they hadn't seen or heard a thing.

Ji Yuntang was at a loss for words, but the culprit, Luo Junhe, was way calmer than she was.

Sometimes he'd even comfort Ji Yuntang, telling her she'd get used to it.

Snapping back to reality, Ji Yuntang realized she was still in Luo Junhe's arms. Her face burning with embarrassment, she clenched her fist and gave his chest a light thump, and said through gritted teeth, "Prince Ye, you're really getting more and more impressive these days."

Hearing how she addressed him, Luo Junhe didn't get mad but instead raised an eyebrow in delight.

"Thank you for the compliment, my beloved consort. Earning your recognition is this prince's honor. I'll definitely work even harder in the future."

Ji Yuntang: "..."

Ji Yuntang: "!!!"

She'd underestimated just how shameless Luo Junhe could be.

This man truly never wasted a single moment on self-doubt.

At that thought, Ji Yuntang flushed with indignation and tried to get up, but Luo Junhe only held her waist even tighter.

Just as she was about to turn and question him, Luo Junhe picked up the spoon, scooped up a small piece of cake, and brought it to her lips.

His voice was soft, with a coaxing hint to it.

"A Tang, this prince will feed you the cake. Don't be mad anymore, okay?"

Ji Yuntang's heart melted instantly. How could anyone look this good even when apologizing?

She used to think she wasn't someone who cared much about looks, but now she realized she was a total sucker for a handsome face.

As long as Luo Junhe smiled at her, she just couldn't stay mad at him.

Ji Yuntang felt like she had no backbone, but she still opened her mouth and obediently ate the cake he fed her.

Luo Junhe's peach-blossom eyes grew deeper. He asked, "Is it good?"

Ji Yuntang nodded. "It's good."

How could the cake she made herself not be good?

The smile at the corners of Luo Junhe's lips widened. He scooped another piece of cake and fed it to her.

"If it's good, then A Tang should have some more."

Ji Yuntang didn't refuse. After all, if someone was waiting on her, why not enjoy it?

She ate every last bite.

When they were almost done, Luo Junhe suddenly said, "A Tang ate the pattern on the cake. Does that mean you've completely devoured this prince?"

Ji Yuntang was stunned for a moment. It took her a few seconds to slowly catch his meaning.

She immediately turned to look at the cake on the table.

And there it was—the photo of Luo Junhe on the cake had been neatly cut out and placed on her plate.

By now, it had already made its way into her stomach.

But the words written on it were still sitting on Luo Junhe's own plate, untouched.

Ji Yuntang turned her head and met the man's deep, gentle gaze. His voice was low and husky as he said, "A Tang's had a taste of me, but I haven't had a taste of A Tang yet."

"I want to know what A Tang tastes like too."

The moment he finished speaking, his hand pressed against the back of Ji Yuntang's head, and his lips met hers.

His cool lips pressed against her tender ones, and Luo Junhe kissed away the traces of cream at the corner of Ji Yuntang's mouth. She tasted too good, and he kissed her deeply, completely lost in the moment.

Ji Yuntang was momentarily stunned at first, but once she came to her senses, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Luo Junhe's neck, beginning to respond to him.

Their breaths mingled as they kissed, neither willing to pull away.

When the kiss finally ended, the sky had darkened, moonlight casting a hazy glow over them, and the food on the table had long since gone cold.

Ji Yuntang lay against Luo Junhe's chest, breathless from the kiss. Both their lips were redder and glossier than before.

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