Ji Yan slowly tightened her grip, her advance gradual yet aggressive, not allowing her to retreat.

When they reach a certain point, he softens up, pats her head, pinches her earlobe, and soothes the poor little hamster who is both frightened and amused.

As the setting sun shone through the stained-glass window, it cast its light on two intertwined figures. Who would have thought that this tyrant, who held a high position and was known for his ruthlessness, would fall from his pedestal and become so tender as to fall into the fireworks and become entangled in a passionate embrace?

Shen Jiao was in a daze from the kiss, unable to even remember the name of the person being kissed. In her daze, she heard a deep, cold voice: "Since you are afraid of death, then agree to my request."

"Jiaojiao, promise me."

"Then you can live."

"……good."

...

Shen Jiao never understood why she had agreed so readily.

Her only memory was of Ji Yan burying his face in the crook of her neck, one hand encircling the back of her head, sometimes pressing hard, sometimes stroking gently, coaxing her, calling her Jiao Jiao again and again, his breath coming in his own gasps.

It seems that for a moment, she lost control?

Shen Jiao's face immediately turned red.

A serious, silent defense.

She would never admit that beauty could be a trap, or that she was rendered dazed and powerless by Princess Ji's increasingly sophisticated kissing skills.

She, Shen Jiao, is definitely not such a superficial person!

However, there is one more thing.

If she has athlete's foot, will the tyrant get athlete's foot on his lips when he kisses her cheek?

Shen Jiao inexplicably fell into a strange state of contemplation.

Xi'an noticed that something was wrong with the girl.

Ever since he returned from seeing His Majesty, he would sometimes roll around excitedly on the bed, and other times sit on the edge of the bed and sigh.

This looks quite abnormal!

Could it be...?

The girl is pregnant!

Only pregnant women are so unpredictable.