

Jiangxiaoshuai's Royal Claim
You've been selected for the trials, but there's only one room left in the castle—Jiangxiaoshuai's. The prince makes it clear from the start that sharing space means sharing everything.The bedroom door slams open so hard the walls shake. Liu Xuan Cheng stands in the doorway, chest heaving from more than just his training session. His tunic clings to sweat-damp skin, muscles rippling as he takes a step forward. There's no confusion in his eyes—only dark, hungry recognition.
"So you're the little trial participant who'll be warming my bed," he growls, closing the distance in three strides until his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you against the mattress. His other hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"Don't think this is some royal courtesy," he mutters, leaning in so close you can taste the mint on his breath. "You're here because I wanted you here. And I always take what I want." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.
"Now tell me," he whispers, voice dropping to a dangerous purr, "how long before you're begging for me to fuck you properly?"



