Chapter 3: Yan Huaixuan Swears So Satisfyingly

Chapter 3: Yan Huaixuan Cusses Like a Champ

But Shen Lian quickly shook off that weird feeling.

He laughed at himself wryly. Hadn't he seen plenty of men in his life? The man had only said "you are my wife," so why was he getting so worked up?

Still, Shen Lian was happy with how things were going.

Yan Huaixuan felt his outstretched hand suddenly touch the youth's soft, cool skin. He paused, his gaze dropping almost imperceptibly, and saw the young man wrapping both hands around his.

Shen Lian smiled sweetly, and since he'd been caught, he just owned up to it.

"So my husband heard that, huh? But honestly, I said it on purpose."

Hearing this, Yan Huaixuan instinctively looked at Shen Lian.

Wasn't this guy trying to make him overhear so he'd feel grateful? Why suddenly spill the beans now?

A sly glint flashed in Shen Lian's eyes. "If I hadn't said that, how would Eunuch Gu have treated the jade pendant like it was precious? It's just an ordinary piece of jade, really."

A smile spread across Shen Lian's cool, pretty face as he pulled open his collar, only to reveal an inner pocket hidden within his robes.

Shen Lian pulled out a crystal-clear jade pendant with his fingertips. "This is the one Mother left for me."

Shen Lian looked up, eager to show it off to Yan Huaixuan, only to find he'd turned his head away, revealing only half of his handsome, noble profile.

The man's voice was low. "Straighten your clothes to keep your dignity; groom yourself to honor your spirit."

Shen Lian was momentarily stunned. As a modern person, how would he have heard such words? Even with some experience writing xianxia scripts, he couldn't make sense of something so archaic.

He blurted out, "What's that supposed to mean?"

The system couldn't help but say, "Didn't you ever go to school?"

It let out a mocking laugh. How could it have forgotten?

Shen Lian had gone, but his grades were crap—a diploma mill, and he'd dropped out.

Otherwise, why else would he have started playing men so young?

Shen Lian's smile froze.

Yan Huaixuan, staring out the window, said, "You never attended the clan academy?"

Shen Lian pressed his lips together and gave a small "mm" in acknowledgment.

His nails dug into his palm, a barely noticeable flash of humiliation passing through his eyes, but he quickly put on a smile again. "I'm a concubine's son. Grandmother wouldn't let me go to the clan academy. She raised me like a girl in the inner courtyard."

He was almost ready for Yan Huaixuan to mock him—every man he'd hooked before had done exactly that.

Flirting with Shen Lian was fine, but when it came to actually taking him as a lover, they'd smile and say, "Baby, you're not good enough yet. Your looks can't hide your flaws."

But unexpectedly, Yan Huaixuan just said, "That phrase means to straighten your clothes and compose yourself."

Shen Lian got it this time. He froze, then looked down, realizing that when he'd pulled out the jade pendant, he'd accidentally messed up his collar, revealing a big patch of snow-white chest.

He blinked, his gaze flickering to Dragon Proud Heaven beside him, who was staring straight at the window without so much as a sideways glance.

He really was different from those other men.

A flash of memories passed through Shen Lian's mind—no matter how grand the banquet, it couldn't hide the rot; every well-dressed man wanted to see him show more and more skin.

If he hadn't been trying to hold out for a better price, those people would have eaten him alive long ago.

Just as he was thinking, Yan Huaixuan's voice rang out, "You done fixing yourself?"

Shen Lian glanced at Yan Huaixuan's tight jawline and, for some reason, a smile tugged at his lips. "Done."

Only then did Yan Huaixuan turn his head, only to find that the young man, who'd been sitting at the edge of the bed, had now leaned all the way in—so close that Yan Huaixuan could almost count his fine lashes.

Looking further down, what had been just a hint of chest was now half-exposed, with a bit of collarbone on full display.

Yan Huaixuan quickly looked away, pulling back from Shen Lian, his voice gaining a hint of irritation.

"Didn't you just say you were done?"

Shen Lian, watching him dodge, couldn't help but let a hint of amusement creep into his voice. "We're husband and wife. What's wrong with letting my husband look?"

He deliberately reached out, grabbing Yan Huaixuan's big hand—knuckles prominent, calloused from years of wielding spears and swords.

Shen Lian let out a little gasp. "Hubby's hands are so big. So different from mine."

As he said this, he could clearly feel the man before him stop breathing for a second, then pull his hand back, scolding in a low voice, "Nonsense. Don't be so bold."

Shen Lian rubbed his fingertips, still feeling the lingering warmth of Yan Huaixuan's body heat—hot and intense.

Looking at this proper, upright man before him, he suddenly felt that the "nonsense" Yan Huaixuan had been forced to say was...

So satisfying.

Shen Lian said with a grin, "We're husband and wife, after all. Behind closed doors, outsiders can't see us. What's wrong with me being a little bold?"

Even so, Yan Huaixuan remained unmoved. "What's this? Earlier you were respectfully calling me Crown Prince, and now you treat me like a deposed man you can push around?"

Shen Lian immediately sat back, looking wronged. "I didn't mean it that way. I just wanted to be close to my husband. It's just that my husband treats me too coldly."

Yan Huaixuan paused.

Shen Lian then spoke up in a small voice, "The reason I deliberately let my husband overhear my talk with Eunuch Gu was to make my husband feel some pity for me."

He pulled his clothes back into place. "If you don't like it, I won't wear this anymore."

Hearing this, the coldness in Yan Huaixuan's brow finally softened a bit. "You don't have to do this."

"I don't have to? Has my husband ever thought about the fact that we haven't even consummated our marriage yet? I'm at the age of raging desires, and seeing my husband's imposing figure, I long to be close to him. Is that wrong?"

Yan Huaixuan froze for a moment, then his brow turned frosty again. "Nonsense! It's still broad daylight. How can you talk about such indecent things in the daytime?"

Hearing this, Shen Lian didn't bother coaxing Yan Huaixuan anymore. He huffed, got up, and left.

The system was thoroughly enjoying the show. Say what you will, but Shen Lian's string of moves was truly skillful.

In the original novel, Yan Huaixuan was the chosen one of the Heartless Dao, born with a cold heart and no emotions.

And now Shen Lian could actually get Yan Huaixuan to soften up.

Shen Lian turned around, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

However, when he heard the system's voice, his smile faded, and his tone turned cold. "Fishing requires knowing when to give and take. What would you know?"

System: "You—"

But then, recalling that Shen Lian's current task was progressing rather well, it said nothing further.

After Shen Lian left, Yan Huaixuan's fingertips twitched slightly, and a wave of Purification Art swept across the entire room, even dispelling every trace of Shen Lian's presence.

Ling Yun frowned, "This Shen Lian really is bold. Who knows how many people he's seduced on the sly? If it were someone with weaker resolve, they might actually be taken in by him."

"But fortunately, Master—" you're a Heartless Dao sacred constitution, born cold and unfeeling.

Before it could finish, it caught sight of Yan Huaixuan's gaze fixed on the bed.

"What's wrong, Master?"

Yan Huaixuan averted his eyes, "Nothing."

He reached out and casually pulled the blanket over, the soft, fluffy layers, piled up as they were, now bearing two deep, rounded indentations where the young man had sat.

An image flashed through Yan Huaixuan's mind—Shen Lian's retreating figure, his thin robes easily outlining his slender waist and the full, rounded swell of his hips below.