Ning Qing couldn't bear to see his wife looking so wronged, so he quickly put down his teacup.

She walked over and reached out to ruffle his dark hair.

"Don't overthink it, that's not what I meant."

Qu Shaoyu looked up at Ning Qing.

"Then... then what do you mean?"

Ning Qing met his pure, innocent, and pitiful eyes.

My Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and I felt my mouth go dry. I almost couldn't suppress the restless desire in my heart.

She gently covered his eyes with her palm, obscuring those alluring eyes, afraid that she would lose control if she looked any longer.

Deliberately feigned allure feels hypocritical and contrived, while ultimate seduction is the charm that emanates from the invisible, where every move and glance is full of allure—that is truly deadly and heart-wrenching.

At this moment, Qu Shaoyu's bewildered yet pitiful and aggrieved appearance touched Ning Qing's heart.

It makes you want to transform into a wolf, pounce on the ground without a care, and then ravage it mercilessly.

Seeing his eyes redden and his eyes filled with tears as he cried and begged for mercy.

Truly: seductive without even realizing it.

Ning Qing leaned down and whispered a warning in his ear.

"You'd better not show up in front of people looking pitiful and wronged in the future, otherwise... I might..."

Qu Shaoyu pursed her lips, then pouted her pink lips and spoke.

"Brother Qing, have you forgotten that I am the emperor, the ruler of a country? I must be solemn and dignified in front of people in order to subdue them?"

Ning Qing nodded.

"That would be best."

Qu Shaoyu pouted, clearly dissatisfied.

"I am right here in front of you, just like this."

Ning Qing smiled with satisfaction.

She stretched out two fingers and pinched his slightly chubby cheeks.

Yes, it feels really good!

I couldn't resist pinching him a couple more times, but I think I didn't control my strength well and left two finger marks on his fair and smooth cheek.

"Yes, I like you like this, you're so cute."

It makes one want to...

Qu Shaoyu raised his hand and removed Ning Qing's hand from his eyes.

She looked up and glared at Ning Qing with considerable dissatisfaction.

"Brother Qing, you're pinching me too hard."

As he spoke, he covered his cheeks tightly with his hands.

Ning Qing gently ruffled his dark hair.

Opening.

"I didn't control the force well just now, I won't do it again?"

Qu Shaoyu snorted coldly, slightly raised his chin, and turned his face to the other side.

"Don't think you can appease me with just a few words."

Ning Qing laughed.

"Then may I ask Your Majesty, how can you avoid getting angry?"

A sly glint flashed in Qu Shaoyu's eyes.

"That depends on your sincerity."

Ning Qing smiled, feigning deep thought.

"Then... how about punishing me by making me wash the chamber pot?"

Qu Shaoyu's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

"What...what did you say?"

At that moment, he seriously doubted that he was hallucinating.

Looking at the figure before him, dressed in white, incomparably handsome, and seemingly a celestial being, he was actually...

He calls himself "this humble one" and then punishes himself by washing the chamber pot?

It just looks so out of place!

Qu Shaoyu quickly covered Ning Qing's lips with his hand to stop him from saying anything more shocking.

"You are not allowed to refer to yourself as 'this humble person.' If you are a vulgar person, there will be no refined people in the world."

Ning Qing's smile deepened.

"It is a great honor to receive such praise from Your Majesty."

Because Qu Shaoyu's palm was covering Ning Qing's lips, the warmth emanating from Ning Qing's mouth as she spoke also sprayed onto his palm.

It made his palms feel hot and itchy, so he immediately withdrew his hand and hid it behind his back.