The Slender Waist-Chapter 160 - 118: Fireworks in Disarray

Chunyu Yan chuckled softly, "What if I’m crazy? It’s better if I am crazy."

Feng Yun quietly took a sip of wine, which was surprisingly tasty.

"When the Princely Heir sobers up, he’ll be so mad at himself."

"I’m not drunk..." Chunyu Yan continued to gaze at her, his voice soft as pleasing sugar, gentle and magnetic, "I just want you to come see me more often, to tease and bully me... a bit harder, it’s okay."

Feng Yun almost burst into laughter because of his words.

She put down her cup and turned her head, then stretched out her hand and pinched Chunyu Yan’s arm hard.

"Like this? Huh? Are you a masochist?"

Chunyu Yan hissed, suddenly catching Feng Yun’s hand as she tried to pull it back, his voice tempting despite his drunken state, "Only you can."

Feng Yun felt that this guy’s brain was muddled by drink.

His words were disjointed from one sentence to the next, and she had no idea what he was trying to convey.

Chunyu Yan continued speaking, "Only you can, others won’t do, none of them will..."

Feng Yun looked him up and down, "What can I do that others can’t?"

Chunyu Yan suddenly pulled her hand downward.

His touch was scalding hot, causing Feng Yun to stiffen.

Was this something she could do?

"Chunyu Yan?"

This madman!

Was he mistaking her for Lian Ji again?

In Chunyu Yan’s eyes burned a flame, "You can follow Pei Jue if you want. It doesn’t matter, I’ll follow you!"

Feeling as if she had been scalded, Feng Yun wanted to pull her hand back but couldn’t twist away from his grip, her cheeks warming slightly, her ears growing hot. Fortunately, with her experience of two lifetimes, she didn’t show any sign of panic under the cover of night, and her tone even carried a deliberate mock that she herself despised.

"Does the Princely Heir realize what he’s laughing about with me?"

"I... am not jesting. Feng Twelve, just as I said, as you wish. I’m finished."

Chunyu Yan glanced at her hand.

Her nails were well-manicured, long and smoothly rounded, making him breathe heavily, his breath growing more erratic. He fixed his eyes on Feng Yun, shining like the silver moon above, "Only you can. Others won’t work; I’ve tried."

Feng Yun understood.

He was talking about that particular area where only she was satisfactory to him.

It was unbelievable.

To Feng Yun, a man’s desires were like those of a stud horse, it didn’t matter whether the woman was beloved or not, as long as she was somewhat appealing, or even not appealing at all...

Her expression remained indifferent, not touched by this revelation.

"What about Lian Ji?"

Upon hearing this name, Chunyu Yan’s dark pupils darkened, his thin lips pursed tightly, showing a troubled expression.

Feng Yun raised an eyebrow, belatedly realizing that perhaps Crown Prince Chunyu was also naive.

"Is she not satisfactory either?"

"I’ve never tried."

"Then why don’t you try?"

"She’s different."

Here we go again.

The distinction between the lotus flower and the mud?

Feng Yun was so amused she wanted to laugh, "Did you seek out Doctor Yao for this condition?"

Chunyu Yan did not answer.

Feng Yun wondered what kind of incredible things this guy must have said to Doctor Yao, causing the well-experienced doctor to look so evasive when he saw her.

"Feng Twelve..."

The mountain breeze brushed by, making Chunyu Yan’s lowered eyelashes flutter slightly.

"Please help me..."

Feng Yun glanced at him casually, her voice nonchalant as if she were chatting leisurely, subtly mocking him, "As for matters of men and women, I prefer someone strong and robust. The Princely Heir in such a condition..."

She deliberately trailed off, but her insinuation was enough to deeply embarrass Chunyu Yan. She was avenging her past humiliation, infusing it into her words. Chunyu Yan, seemingly thoroughly drunk, did not pick up on her malice.

"You can say I’m no match for Pei Wangzhi if you like. I won’t compare myself to him... Anyway, it can only be you. I have nothing more to say..."

He spoke too earnestly.

Feng Yun still could not believe that such a condition existed in the world.

"The Princely Heir isn’t lying?"

Chunyu Yan let out a light chuckle, "What good would lying do me... Does it bring honor to be known as impotent..."

Feng Yun looked at him sidelong.

Trying to detect any inconsistency on his face.

Unfortunately, the mask was in the way.

Without warning, she reached out and removed his mask.

This time, Chunyu Yan did not stop her, nor did he move. His gaze never left her face, watching her with a tame expression.

"I don’t want to seek you out and make a fool of myself. Privately, I don’t fancy bothering you so much. But what can I do?" He glanced down at his inexplicable part, "It recognizes only you."

Feng Yun: "Ridiculous."

Seeing her reaction, Chunyu Yan laughed.

It really was Feng Twelve.

He had thought Feng Yun would scream incredulously or curse him shyly, or react vehemently, but she was indifferent, not showing any oddity, and she even seriously discussed his condition with him.