Her cheek bumped against his chest, and an inexplicable comfort spread through her. The man’s unique scent made her crave more, but her remaining sense of reason reminded her that this shouldn’t be happening.
“Your Majesty, that tea was drugged.”
After finally managing to utter a complete sentence, Mu Rong Liu Zun’s pupils deepened. His large hand quickly reached for her cheek. She was covered in sweat and burning hot to the touch. He felt annoyed, wondering who had drugged the tea, and that the intended recipient was likely him.
If she hadn’t mistakenly drunk that cup of tea, someone else might have taken the opportunity to climb into his bed. Who dared to do such a thing?
As his mind raced, a soft, boneless hand began to climb onto his chest, making him gasp. Now, whether the tea was drugged or not, this woman wouldn’t be leaving tonight.
Emperor Xian’s eyes were deep and dark. He reached out and scooped up the woman’s soft, boneless body, carrying her towards the sleeping chambers.
In the sleeping chambers, a light breeze stirred the colorful silk curtains. The scent of dragon’s saliva incense wafted through the air. Within the vast hall, the fragrance was intoxicating.
Mu Rong Liu Zun carried the woman, whose body was burning, and gently placed her on the large bed. He had never imagined that someone would walk into his life like this and end up in his bed.
What he had always resisted before now felt natural, and he found himself desperately wanting her.
The person on the bed writhed, unable to bear it. Mu Rong Liu Zun hesitated no longer.
If it weren't for the drugs, he wondered when they would have ever broken through this barrier.
His tall body leaned down. Although she was eager, he didn’t want to possess her hastily. Instead, he wanted to savor her slowly, to taste the fragrance of a woman.
“Your Majesty?”
“Call me Liu Zun,” he said, caressing her face with one hand and lightly kissing her lips. As he kissed, he coaxed her seductively until her consciousness blurred and she finally murmured, “Liu Zun, Liu Zun…”
Hearing such intoxicating, tender whispers, the Emperor’s heart was captivated. His breathing grew passionate, and his hands, as if by magic, brought Mu Qingyao an entirely new sensation.
All that could be heard was a low moan from Mu Qingyao. It hurt.
However, the pain was soon replaced by another feeling. What followed was a soul-stirring intimacy that lasted until their dying breaths, each entwined like newborn infants, an exquisite, bone-piercing entanglement that only ended in mutual exhaustion.
In the vast sleeping chambers, the air was filled with ambiguity and panting.
As dawn broke, Mu Rong Liu Zun opened his ink-black eyes. Recalling the night’s passion, a smile of satisfaction curved his lips. He lowered his head and lightly pecked the lips of the woman in his embrace. It turned out that the most wonderful thing in the world was to share such intimate moments with the one you loved.
It was so good, he sighed contentedly. However, he needed to get up for the morning court. Otherwise, he wouldn’t mind continuing yesterday’s affairs.
Mu Rong Liu Zun’s fiery gaze shifted downwards again, landing on her. He saw patches of purple marks, and his eyes involuntarily filled with tenderness.
At a corner of the bed, blood had stained the sheets in a provocative pattern, making him gasp. He realized he should cherish her beauty for his entire life.
Yao’er, from now on, we are one. You must stay and accompany me.
Mu Rong Liu Zun turned and sat up. His bathrobe slipped, revealing his jade-like, distinguished physique, a sight that captivated the eye. With a long, slender hand, he reached out and pulled a thin silk quilt, covering her perfect body completely.
Only when nothing could be seen did he slowly get out of bed and call out, “Ah Jiu.”