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The emperor's kiss was fierce.

He showed no mercy or tenderness towards women.

He lingered on those tender lips, caressing and entwining them.

With her head pinned down, Shen Jiayu had no way to dodge and could only endure all the allure.

A tingling, intense numbness shot up her spine, exploding into a white light before her eyes.

Shen Jiayu softened like a pool of spring water.

Under such plundering, she could barely sit still, and most of her strength was expended on the man.

Until I could barely breathe...

Shen Jiayu punched Pei Yan several times before she could finally breathe some fresh air.

Pei Yan's breathing was slightly heavier, but there were no other changes.

In contrast, consider Shen Jiayu.

Her lip rouge was slightly smudged, her breathing was disordered, and even the corners of her eyes were red from the kisses, her eyes were misty with a thin layer of water, and her flawless white face was flushed with a faint blush.

Bathed in the dim light, her small face appeared even more delicate and charming, captivating the heart.

Pei Yan's dark eyes were as deep as an abyss, and a rare, uncontrollable emotion rose in his heart—he was being teased by her.

It felt as if a raging fire was burning inside him, making his desires insatiable.

However, he doesn't intend to suppress his feelings tonight.

He gives you whatever you want.

She has to bear the corresponding consequences.

Pei Yan lifted the person up slightly with force, his voice low and hoarse, "Have you rested enough?"

Shen Jiayu said no.

However, the emperor seemed to have his own set of judgment criteria. Seeing that Shen Jiayu had calmed down a bit, he lifted her chin and leaned down again.

Shen Jiayu's long eyelashes trembled, then she resignedly closed them.

Their breaths mingled.

They are entangled and inseparable.

When they parted for the last time, Shen Jiayu's lips were in terrible condition, swollen and red, and a faint stinging sensation made her frown.

She bit Pei Yan's shoulder.

Pei Yan said, "Such a spoiled brat."

Shen Jiayu refused, retorting, "There is no one more obedient than me."

That's laughable.

Is she obedient?

Who was the person who just threw a tantrum?

Pei Yan raised an eyebrow, but didn't expose her. Instead, he went along with her, saying, "Alright, you'll listen to me. Now tell me, what have you been thinking about me all this time?"

Shen Jiayu lied without hesitation: "I can't eat or drink, I can't sleep at night, and my mind is filled with thoughts of His Majesty."

Pei Yan remained calm and repeated, "Are you unable to eat or drink?"

Shen Jiayu probably realized she had gone too far, and quickly corrected herself, saying, "Loss of appetite!"

Pei Yan nodded, then repeated, "Can't sleep at night?"

This time, Shen Jiayu didn't change her tune. She still complained, "Your Majesty, I can't fall asleep for a long time because I miss you so much, and I dream about you all the time!"

Pei Yan asked calmly, "In a dream?"

Shen Jiayu hummed in agreement and nestled back into his arms, unwilling to say anything more about the matter.

Pei Yan picked up a handkerchief from the side and wiped the thin layer of sweat from her fair forehead. "Tell me what you said. If it's settled, I'll take you to take a bath."

Shen Jiayu stammered, "It was just a normal dream."

He's lying again.

When she feels guilty, she blinks frequently and unconsciously bites her lip.

Pei Yan pinched her reddened earlobe, his voice unusually gentle, "I won't tell anyone else."

Shen Jiayu was bewitched. She stared blankly at that handsome face. "Then Your Majesty must not laugh at me."

Pei Yan looked down at her: "I won't laugh."

Shen Jiayu's eyes darted around, and she stammered, "Just... just those... rare... books and stuff."

She didn't speak very clearly.

But Pei Yan understood, and even asked, "Was Ayu in the dream too?"

This was the first time he had ever called her that.

I don't usually address her by her full name, but when I'm angry or unhappy, I'll call her by her full name.

The way he called her Ayu so affectionately made Shen Jiayu momentarily dazed.

After regaining her senses, her face burned even hotter: "Um... back then, that's how His Majesty addressed me."

As she spoke, she became embarrassed and buried her face in Pei Yan's chest, refusing to get up.

Pei Yan stroked her back intermittently, coaxing, "Where is it?"

Shen Jiayu neither spoke nor looked up.

Pei Yan was very patient tonight, and quietly waited for her answer. "Ayu, tell me."

Shen Jiayu's heart skipped a beat when he called her name. After struggling for a moment, she said, "In the Imperial Study."

Pei Yan nodded knowingly.

Since he's not on the emperor's bed, tonight will be very interesting.

Pei Yan then asked, "How much do I love Ayu?"

Speaking of this, Shen Jiayu was very angry. She raised her head and glared at the man, "Your Majesty is going too far! You were wearing your own clothes perfectly fine, but you stripped me naked..."

She was about to speak angrily when she suddenly realized what she had said.

Her face flushed even more, and the blush spread down her neck and all the way to her collarbone.

Shen Jiayu, embarrassed and annoyed, said, "I won't say any more!"

Pei Yan didn't press her any further, and simply picked her up.

He suddenly stood up, startling Shen Jiayu, who instinctively clamped her legs around his waist. "Your Majesty!"

Pei Yan cradled her shapely buttocks and led her outside. "Did you call me that even in your dreams?"

Shen Jiayu did not answer the question.

She noticed the man had passed through the palace gate and continued walking eastward. "Wasn't he going to bathe?" she wondered.

Pei Yan continued walking, his voice calm: "I'm not going."

As he stepped over the threshold, Shen Jiayu saw the familiar place and suddenly understood his intention. She panicked slightly: "Your Majesty, this is not suitable..."

Pei Yan placed her on the large rosewood desk, leaned over and encircled her, asking in return, "Why not?"

Shen Jiayu gripped his sleeve, her voice trembling, "This is where His Majesty handles state affairs; it's a solemn and dignified place. How can such a thing be done..."

Pei Yan gently stroked her face and said, "The political affairs have been settled, and the memorials have been moved away. Now it's just the two of us here."

we.

He said "us".

These words made Shen Jiayu's lips curl up, but after a moment, she became uneasy again.

She wanted to plead, but seeing Pei Yan's unyielding gaze, she shut her mouth and looked at the table with fear.

Pei Yan pinched her chin and asked again, "What should I call you?"

Shen Jiayu remained silent.

But she quickly learned her lesson. Forced into a truly pitiful situation, she could only stammer, "Brother...?"

This term of endearment is even more intimate than "cousin".

It also carries a hint of blasphemy.

A dark glint flashed in Pei Yan's eyes. "Good boy, call me that in a bit."

Shen Jiayu didn't dare to look at him and turned her face away.

The next instant, the world spun around him, and he collapsed onto the cold, hard table.

The waistband was gently torn off.

Before Shen Jiayu could even cry out in surprise, her lips were sealed shut, forcing all her sobs back.

……

……

The pale white dresses fell to the ground one by one, scattered messily, but no one paid any attention to them.

The beautiful scenery on the table is in full bloom; the night is filled with boundless romance.