Suddenly, Xie Rang leaned close to her ear, his voice slow and deliberate, almost aggressive: "Grand Tutor, are you prepared to stay with me forever?"

This question seems to have been asked many times, but bringing it up now has a different meaning.

Yun Qing smiled: "Of course, I won't leave."

The words had barely left her lips when a shadow fell over her, and Yun Qing was pinned down on the bed by him.

He gently pinched her chin, and his tender kisses traveled down from her brow to her lips, exchanging breaths with hers. The aroma of wine filled the air, creating a hazy atmosphere, where reason hung precariously on the line.

Yun Qing could clearly feel the heat emanating from the boy. Her eyes were completely red from the kiss, and her fingers were intertwined with his, making her feel as if her blood was boiling.

Her voice trembled slightly, and she whispered, "Qi An, I love you."

Although Yun Qing is usually straightforward, she rarely uses the word "love." Xie Rang usually expresses the meaning in this regard. Young people's feelings are always more intense, and they have long since completely enveloped the other person.

Perhaps it was because it was rare that Xie Rang felt a sense of disbelief upon hearing it for the first time. He kissed Yun Qing's brow tenderly and said, "I love you too."

Yun Qing blinked, her eyelashes glistening with tears. She felt her layers of clothing being peeled away, but she didn't resist; she simply let him continue.

Amidst the soft rustling of clothing, until the moment of complete possession, the young emperor held her tightly, his voice barely audible as he whispered in her ear, "Aqing..."

The Grand Tutor once embraced him, and now he embraces the Grand Tutor.

A dream unattainable in my youth, Xie Rang has now come true.