Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 58: I Promise I Won’t Probe You

Ningyan tried to push Yan Wuhen away, his eyes snapping open and glowing a brilliant white-gold. Instead of retreating, Wuhen’s grip tightened around his neck and bit down on his own lower lip hard enough to draw blood, earning a sharp hiss from Ningyan.

Ningyan retaliated immediately, sinking his teeth into Wuhen’s lip with equal force. Blood welled but instead of reacting in pain, Yan Wuhen let out a low, pleased chuckle. He pulled back just an inch, yanking Ningyan away from the wall.

"Stubborn, aren’t we?" Wuhen murmured, licking the blood from his lips.

Ningyan glared at him. "Fuck off," he choked out, Wuhen’s hand still tight around his throat.

Wuhen slid an arm around his waist, forcing their bodies close, his red-gold fox eyes narrowing into a hard, unyielding seriousness. The same look he’d worn earlier. Then, just as suddenly, he smiled again, and Ningyan felt a chill crawl down his spine.

"Once I tell you to do something, you do it, Yan’er," Wuhen said quietly. "If I say stay, don’t die. You stay, and you don’t die."

"If I wasn’t there, you—"

"I would have killed it either way," Wuhen cut in sharply.

Ningyan clenched his teeth. "Qinghe attacked me."

Wuhen frowned. "That is not an excuse. You would have died."

"But I didn’t!" Ningyan snapped, his voice breaking with frustration. "Stop treating me like a child. I can handle myself."

Wuhen’s lips twitched. Slowly, deliberately, he released Ningyan’s neck. His fingers traced Ningyan’s cheek, gentle now, before sliding down to his mouth.

With his thumb, he wiped away the lingering blood. His red-gold eyes burned with heat, his touch sending it straight through Ningyan’s body.

Ningyan hated the way his breath shook. Hated how easily his body wanted to obey him. He needed to leave. Now.

"I understand," Wuhen said softly. "You ascended quickly. You’re eager to fight, to test yourself, to show the world what you can do. The thrill. The roaring instinct..." He paused, his gaze dropping to Ningyan’s lips, his thumb still resting there.

Ningyan was breathing too slowly... forgetting to breathe at all. Why wasn’t he moving? Why wasn’t he fighting back?

"You belong to me, Yan’er," Wuhen continued. "I don’t want to lose you. I haven’t even done the things I want to do to you yet." His voice dipped lower. "We haven’t even stayed together for a year, let alone a century or more. We’re supposed to have children."

Ningyan’s eyes widened, heat rushing to his face. "Shut up."

Yan Wuhen smiled slowly. "You’d like that, wouldn’t you?" he whispered, brushing his nose against Ningyan’s. "Me breeding you... pleasuring you... filling you up."

Ningyan’s lips parted despite himself. It was hot.. too hot. His chest felt tight, breath shallow, his thoughts slipping.

"Stop saying things like that," he muttered, turning his head away.

Wuhen caught him immediately, fingers curling at his jaw and pulling his face back.

"Why?" The nine-tailed fox prince grinned, his tails swaying lazily behind him, clearly pleased by how thoroughly he’d flustered Ningyan.

Ningyan didn’t answer. His gaze slid anywhere but Wuhen’s eyes.

That was enough to make Wuhen smile.

He tightened his grip on Ningyan’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. "Will you keep disobeying me, beloved?"

Ningyan hated this feeling. Hated how trapped he felt. Hated how his body reacted even when his mind screamed no.

This was toxic. He knew it. And yet, the spirit mate bond burned beneath his skin, leaving him flushed and shaking without Wuhen even touching him properly.

"No," he said quickly. "I won’t disobey you again. Now let go of me."

Wuhen studied him for a long moment before smiling. "Let’s bathe together."

Ningyan shot him a sharp, offended, crude glare. It only made Wuhen’s expression soften with amusement.

"No."

"I promise I won’t probe you."

Ningyan nearly screamed. He covered his face with both hands, mortified, panic blooming fast and sharp.

There was no way he was having sex in this world.

What if he could actually get pregnant?

"Please," he said, his voice muffled, desperate now. "Let me go."

Wuhen looked pleased. Far too pleased but he did as asked. His hand slipped away, and he stepped back, giving Ningyan space at last.

Ningyan didn’t hesitate. He bolted for the door, fleeing like his body had caught fire.

The moment he was out in the corridor, he sucked in a deep breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and froze.

Yu Xuanli stood there, staring at him like he’d just witnessed something deeply, irrevocably sinful.

"Oh." Ningyan immediately straightened and bowed respectfully to the clan heir.

XuanLi merely looked at him with open contempt.

Ningyan blinked, then cleared his throat. "Wuhen is—"

"You don’t need to explain," XuanLi cut in coolly. "I’m not here to see him. I’m here to see you."

Ningyan stiffened. "...Me?"

"Yes." XuanLi studied him as though he were the beast that had torn through half the clan hours earlier, then carefully adjusted his expression just enough to appear civil.

"I went to pay my respects to my father," he said. "But I couldn’t find him."

Ningyan frowned. "What does that have to do with me?"

XuanLi’s gaze sharpened. "You are the only one out of place here. A guest, present only because His Highness declared you his lover and—"

Ningyan exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. "So you think I stole a dead fox’s head because I don’t belong here," he said flatly, "and not because you’re jealous that I’m Wuhen’s lover?"

XuanLi’s lips parted. "You—"

Ningyan groaned and waved him off, turning and flopping back onto the bed.

"You background nobles are exhausting," he muttered. "Some of you at least matter. You really don’t."

XuanLi bristled. "What are you—"

Ningyan pushed himself upright again.

"I understand this is your home," he said calmly, "but isn’t it inappropriate to barge into His Highness’s chamber while he’s bathing?"

He paused, then deliberately loosened the tie of his robe, watching with satisfaction as XuanLi’s expression darkened.

"On second thought," he added lightly, "I should go join him. He invited me earlier. I refused... but now I think that was a mistake."

He took a step toward the bathing chamber.

XuanLi scoffed sharply, turned on his heel, and stormed out.

The door slammed.

Ningyan stopped, stretched languidly, and smiled to himself. "...This is actually fun."