Chapter SIX

　　Translated by Sookybabi @ Livejournal

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　　This is for Mr. PanPan hope you get a nice tank in fish heaven.

　　Earlier than expected because I was feeling glum so I filled it in with some translating.

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　　 **Whoops** Completely forgot to mention this:

　　Congee = Rice gruel = Rice porridge. 

　　Usually, drank when you are sick. But can be tasty when you add some meatstuff to it. 

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　　Feng Ming was ambushed by a momentous pressure, stripping his voice from being heard. 

　　He became pa.s.sive, as lips locked, teeth knocked and tongues entwined. 

　　The atmosphere around the pair, immediately heated full of sticky excitement. 

　　“It’s been a good few days since I’ve touched you…” Rong w.a.n.g’s voice was deep and sensual, which toke an instant for his intentions to be clearly exposed to Feng Ming. 

　　The younger man had initially threatened the other with his most vicious glare he could offer but in the moment of his attack he was lost, and only could manage to look stumped into the large handsome face before his eyes. 

　　That handsome face was also painted with a determination to win, with no hint of hesitation. 

　　Everything that was in his reach, as long as he wanted it, would easily be his.    

　　“Nnhh…Nnhhhh…Hey, you…”

　　Don’t tell me I’m going to lose my virginity now?

　　Alarms rang in the Prince’s brain, his body tried to fight back the impending force. 

　　Rong Tian’s tongue violation intensified within his mouth, flirting with the boy as if he had taken claim on the body.  

　　What can I do!? 

　　His brain was a complete mush of an uproar.

　　Given his current circ.u.mstance, pinned down with no where to go Feng Ming’s survival instincts could only conjure a plan to attack the unguarded soft tissue.  

　　His defense called for desperate measures, he practically put his plan forth as he prepared to clamp shut on a b.l.o.o.d.y attack targeting Rong Tian’s wondering muscle.

　　This long and intense kiss would allow him to catch his attacker off guard, would he actually succeed with his calculated heartless strike?

　　Sadly for Feng Ming, Rong Tian by now had veteran’s experience, upon the sudden movement in Feng Ming’s jaw there was a disturbing glint in the King’s set of dark eyes.

　　It was a close call, sensing death the foreign tongue darted out of the cavity that could have lead to his demise. 

　　 "You want to bite me?" Rong Tian raised his eyebrow, before hit by the sight gus.h.i.+ng trail of blood from Feng Ming’s swollen lips, color drained from Rong Tian’s face.

　　 His large hands s.n.a.t.c.hed up Feng Ming’s collar and along with it a limp body and roared angrily.

　　“You’re actually committing suicide?” he raged. 

　　Compared with the precious Prince, although sharing the same beautiful face, Feng Ming was extremely stubborn and unyielding.

　　“Somebody come! Call the Royal Healers!”

　　Dark red blood still streamed out like it was coming from a faucet, Rong w.a.n.g pulled violently at the Prince’s robes commanding the near unconscious body fiercely.

　　“You aren’t going to kill yourself! Do you hear me?! I haven’t given you permission to die.” 

　　My tongue hurts, I didn’t severe it did I?

　　Feng Ming was worried about that problem but at least he happy managed to retreat from Rong Tian’s advance one more time.

　　A thousand and one nights was an epic fail, and now he was going to reap the rewards of his plan to severe a tongue, although he didn’t get Rong Tian’s he was complacent with his small achievement of evading the man. 

　　He wasn’t going to clear up what happened to the King, it was his own misunderstanding. It was all because Rong Tian managed to suddenly react to his strike that he ended up accidentally injuring his own tongue.

　　Royal Physicians rushed in within moments of the King’s angry outburst, after treatment and dressing on his wound, Rong Tian was sour and lost interest.

　　It was a success, tonight finally ended with Feng Ming’s escape. 

　　Coming at a cost, with his tongue heavily bandaged and throbbing painfully in his mouth, all he could do was closed his eyes obediently for rest.

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　　The next day, news of the Prince’s tongue being gravely injured by a bite spread like wildfire across the palace.

　　Officially the injury was the result of the stupid Prince biting himself whilst chewing his food.

　　Privately between the servants and gossipers, it only aroused rumors on what drugs the Prince was on to have refused the King’s demands, what disobedience had warranted Rong Tian reprimanding him by biting his tongue into a b.l.o.o.d.y mess and sent his tears pouring. The stories weaved around the event were colorful but no one could contest as a witness. 

　　Rong Tian was not yet aware of the ridiculous rumors spinning around the Palace.

　　Feng Ming’s move last night, uncapped the cork and he completely lost his calm.

　　Whether it was a male or female, he had never been confronted by someone who was so willing to choose death than to be ravaged by him.