Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

Han Fei's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward, his long arm stretching out swiftly like lightning, trying to grab her waist to prevent her from falling.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, a strange change occurred!

In the instant that Liu Yunshu tilted her body and appeared flustered and helpless, she turned her sword-wielding wrist with remarkable dexterity!

Using the momentum of the body's tilt and the skillful force of the wrist, the wooden sword drew an unexpected arc.

It landed squarely on the side of his unsuspecting neck!

Han Fei lowered his head and saw that her almond-shaped eyes curved into two beautiful crescent moons.

Because of the "thrilling" action just now and the "success" at this moment, his cheeks were flushed with excitement, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

Her eyes and brows were full of undisguised, childlike pride and coquettishness.

She even slightly raised her chin, like a little peacock that had won a competition and was waiting for praise.

"Jun Huai, you've lost!"

Han Fei never expected that he would be "defeated" by such a simple move, and that he would be "outsmarted" by her, who was a novice in the game.

Immediately afterwards, a deep, joyful laugh resonated from his chest, growing louder and louder, filled with genuine delight and surprise.

He raised his hand and gently pinched her wrist holding the sword with two fingers, then with a slight force, he pried the wooden sword away from his neck.

He swiftly pulled his long arm in and scooped the audacious and cunning young woman back into his embrace.

He lowered his head, his fingertips gently stroking her pert nose with a tender touch.

His tone was full of indulgent helplessness, yet also tinged with an overwhelming sense of pride and joy:

"Very well, I admit defeat, I am completely convinced."

His voice was slightly hoarse after laughing, and his warm breath brushed against her face.

"My South Wind is the most powerful, exceptionally intelligent, even I can defeat it."

"This tactic of 'feigning weakness to catch the enemy off guard' is extremely clever."

Held in his arms, Liu Yunshu couldn't help but smile, her eyes crinkling with laughter as she listened to his words.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, her brows furrowed with barely concealed smugness.

"This is what they call 'all's fair in war'."

Han Fei chuckled softly, lowered his head and pecked her flushed cheek, then gently tickled her side with his fingertips, causing her to tremble slightly.

"All warfare is based on deception."

His voice was full of doting affection, tinged with a hint of helpless indulgence.

"My little winner, you've outsmarted me today. What reward do you want? Hmm?"

Liu Yunshu tilted her head and thought for a moment, a sly glint in her almond-shaped eyes.

She reached out and hooked her finger around his, shaking it gently, her voice as soft and sweet as honey.

"In the warm pavilion of the small garden behind the Qianqing Palace, a new swing has been set up, covered with fresh wisteria blossoms, and it looks beautiful."

She paused, then looked up into his deep eyes, which shimmered with a captivating softness.

"The weather is so nice today, I want to hold you in my arms..."

The following words were spoken in a whisper, barely audible to the two of them.

The warm breath seeped into his ear canal, carrying a ticklish sensation like feathers brushing against him, and a direct, bold, almost inviting tone.

Han Fei's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

The tenderness and indulgent smile that had filled his eyes were like the ripples on a lake after a stone had been thrown in.

It was gradually replaced by a deeper, more dangerous, and more intense dark light.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed intently on the already flushed earlobe of the person in his arms.

His fingertips unconsciously tightened, pulling her slender waist even closer to his embrace.

A warm and aggressive aura enveloped her completely.

His voice was extremely low, with a suppressed yet sexy huskiness:

"Are you... sure?"

Liu Yunshu felt a shiver run down her spine at his suddenly changed, oppressive, and dangerously seductive gaze.

She stretched out her arms and hooked them tighter around his neck, pressing her soft body even closer to him.

She tilted her head back, and a hint of allure unconsciously crept into her eyes and brows, like a spring flower in full bloom, exuding an unwitting charm.

Her almond-shaped eyes, shimmering with moisture, gazed directly into his eyes, which were swirling with dark fire. Her red lips parted slightly, and her breath was as fragrant as orchids.

"Sure."

Han Fei's eyes suddenly turned unfathomably deep, and all his reason and restraint were burned away in that instant.

Without saying another word, he steadily lifted her up in his arms.

He turned around and strode towards the Qianqing Palace.

In the wind, only his deep, resolute voice, carrying an undeniable possessiveness and doting affection, remained:

"Granted."

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"Junhuai...higher...yes, even higher..."

"Junhuai...slow down...it's too fast...I...I'm a little scared..."

"Shh...hold on tight to me."

A deep, chuckled voice mingled with the sound of the wind, brushing against her earlobe and sending a shiver down her spine.

"My little south wind, didn't you just complain that I was too slow? Now you're complaining that I'm too fast... Do you want me to be faster or slower, hmm?"

She gripped his arm around her waist even tighter, her fingertips sinking into the fabric of his dark sleeve.

Her voice was breathless and coquettish, broken and incoherent:

"I...I can't argue with you...you, you're clearly doing this on purpose..."

"How could I have done it on purpose?"

Han Fei chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest clearly transmitted through the tightly pressed back, carrying a certain pleasant resonance.

Instead of slowing down, he swung the swing even higher.

The shadow of the wisteria trellis and the thin sunlight filtering through the window spun and intertwined rapidly before my eyes, while the wind whistled in my ears.

"ah--!"

Liu Yunshu couldn't help but cry out in surprise, and almost completely nestled into his arms.

Her back was pressed tightly against his firm, burning chest, as if it were her only support in the midst of a raging storm.

"Baby, don't be afraid."

His arms held her firmly, strong yet protective.

His lips brushed against the sensitive skin behind her ear, his voice low and husky, carrying a seductive tenderness.

"Relax, leave it to me..."

Outside the warm pavilion.

Under the vermilion pillars, Li De stood with his eyes downcast and hands hanging down, his hands almost sweating from gripping the handle of his whisk.

A few steps behind, several young palace maids and eunuchs wished they could bury their heads in the ground, their faces flushed and their necks even pink.

Li De inwardly groaned, but outwardly he had to maintain his usual respectful and wooden demeanor.

What kind of situation is this...?

This His Majesty and his master...

Well, they said they came to the warm pavilion to "swing on the swing".

But this commotion...

That sound...

Those in the know understand they're enjoying flowers and swinging on swings; those who don't might think...

Oh dear, this is so embarrassing!

Soft, sweet voices, low laughter, and gentle coaxing could be heard intermittently drifting out from inside, along with the subtle sounds of the swing ropes rubbing and swaying.

This is no ordinary swing! This is clearly...

He dared not think any further, and quickly raised his eyelids to glance at the tightly closed door of the warm chamber.

She immediately lowered her eyes, took out a snow-white silk handkerchief, and pressed it against her smooth forehead, pretending to be calm.

The sounds from inside the warm room did not stop.

The woman exclaimed in surprise, a mixture of anger and delight, while the man soothed her with a low, smiling voice.

Interwoven with the rhythmic, soft sounds of the wooden planks and ropes as the swings sway gently.

Occasionally, there were a few muffled, blush-inducing hums and gasps.

Intermittently, as if hooked, they slipped out from the cracks in the doors and windows.

It tickles the heart, inexplicably creating an ambiguous and enchanting atmosphere.

Li De couldn't bear to listen any longer, so he coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and tried his best to make his voice sound calm and normal.

He turned around, waved to the group of palace servants behind him who looked like quails, and said in a low voice:

"Disperse, everyone. Go about your business. Be careful and don't let any unauthorized people get close to this warm pavilion."

Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon and immediately bowed.

Almost tiptoeing, I slipped out of the corridor with the lightest and fastest speed, making no sound whatsoever.

Only Li De remained, standing like a door god in the shadow of the pillars a few steps away from the door of the warm pavilion.

He shook his head helplessly, glancing at the closed door again with a complicated look in his eyes.

His Majesty's love for his master...

They treat her like a precious gem, afraid of breaking her if they hold her in their hands or melting her if they keep her in their mouth.

He wanted to give her the best of everything in the world.

Now, even the swings that ordinary people use for playing are gone.

Even His Majesty and his master can... can also create such a spectacle.

This isn't a swing; this is clearly... cough.

Li De quickly stopped thinking, focused on his own thoughts, and continued to be his "door god".

But the occasional faint sound that drifted into his ears still made his old face involuntarily heat up a bit more.

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Inside the warm pavilion.

The light and shadows are hazy, and the delicate fragrance of wisteria blossoms intertwines with a more intimate and ambiguous atmosphere.

The swing has come to a complete stop.

Liu Yunshu felt weak and limp all over, as if all her muscles and bones had been removed, and she leaned lazily against Han Fei's firm and warm embrace.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, and a few strands of her dark hair were damp with a thin layer of sweat, clinging to her fair cheeks and neck, which were flushed with a rosy hue.

Her neckline was slightly loose, revealing a small patch of delicate, jade-like collarbone and rounded shoulders, with faint red marks still remaining on her skin from the pleasure.

She was unconsciously holding a wisteria flower in her hand.

Her slender, pale fingertips twirled the soft, pale purple petals, both her fingertips and petals gleaming with a moist sheen.

Her fair cheeks were still flushed, her eyelashes were lowered, and her eyes were glistening with tears.

Like ink jade soaked in spring water, it exudes a satiated languor and a hint of lingering charm in its hazy appearance.

Han Fei lowered his eyes, his gaze lingering calmly and attentively on the person in his arms.

His fingertips, calloused, were gently and slowly caressing her exposed, smooth, slightly cool shoulder skin.

Its texture is as delicate as the finest silk, yet it carries the warmth and softness of vibrant life.

His fingertips seemed to carry an electric current; each touch sent a shiver through her sensitive skin, and her breathing became slightly disordered.

He chuckled softly, the sound escaping his throat with a languid hoarseness and boundless satisfaction.

He leaned down and gently bit her already red earlobe, grinding her soft earlobe with his teeth.

"Um……"

Liu Yunshu trembled all over, and a soft, cat-like hum escaped from her nose, accompanied by a tingling, trembling sound.

A few more petals from the wisteria in my hand fluttered down.

It landed precisely on Han Fei's slightly open collar, adorning his firm, honey-colored skin, creating a beautiful and evocative scene.

"Still causing trouble?"

Han Fei released her earlobe and then licked and kissed the reddened spot, his voice muffled and dangerous.

Liu Yunshu turned her head and glanced at him sideways.

In that one glance, her eyes sparkled and shimmered.

Three parts reproach, three parts languor, and the rest is all captivating, naturally alluring charm.

The panic and shyness from before had long been replaced by another, more intense emotion, and the red at the corner of her eyes was strikingly vibrant.

"Swing..."

Her red lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids, her voice slightly hoarse from the playfulness and passion of the moment, which only added to its allure.

"I haven't had enough of swinging yet."