This woman’s allure was indeed unparalleled. Even he could not resist, and neither could Wei Shu or the Prince of Jin.
The Prince of Jin. Anger crept into his voice: “When did you get involved with the Prince of Jin?”
Ruan Ning was bewildered.
She had never seen the Prince of Jin. How could she be involved?
With a whoosh, the blanket covering her head was lifted. Gu Lianchang looked at her and said softly, “When he walked out just now, you made a sound. You knew someone was outside. Do you know no shame?”
Ruan Ning, in her shame and anger, forgot to be cautious and gritted her teeth: “What about you? You knew there were people outside the screen and still did that. Do you know shame?”
Gu Lianchang wanted to laugh. This was the first time someone had questioned him like this. Shame? As a palace eunuch, what shame did he have left? If he hadn’t abandoned shame, he would have died over a decade ago.
His fingers traced her lips as he said softly, “It seems we both don’t know much about shame. That’s fine.”
He stretched his legs off the bed, lit a candle, and walked over with a box of silver needles, his gaze cold: “Let’s continue.”
Ruan Ning immediately surrendered. She tugged at his clothes and begged, “Supervisor, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have made a sound. Please don’t prick me. It really hurts.”
A barely perceptible smile flashed in Gu Lianchang’s eyes, but his voice remained icy: “No.”
What should she do? She didn’t want a tattoo, especially not on her chest! Ruan Ning’s mind raced, and she suddenly reached for his hand, instinctively taking it into her mouth, gently kissing it, and softly said, “Supervisor, please.”
Gu Lianchang pulled his hand back, realizing he didn’t want to feel like her plaything. He let out a light snort, drawing out a thin silver needle, and said, “No.”
Ruan Ning panicked, her waist tightening in his grip. “Supervisor, please, I beg you,” she repeated.
Despite her pleas, Gu Lianchang’s face remained cold as he prepared to prick her skin with the needle. Suddenly, her soft lips covered his, their cherry-like warmth timidly brushing against him. “Please,” she whispered.
