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It was half an hour later when the two left. Nan Qing's red lips were naturally vibrant, and her eyes still held a hint of spring. Qin Mobei, sitting in the passenger seat, looked completely satisfied.

Nan Qing floored the gas pedal, driving her beloved car and overtaking everyone else, taking all the pride she had felt from him from the other drivers.

She drove to the largest shopping mall in the vicinity, then pulled Qin Beimo, who was dressed in a black dragon robe, straight to the third floor, the men's clothing section.

Qin Mobei was being pulled along by her, his wide sleeves fluttering, attracting the attention of passersby. He wasn't annoyed at all, and even deliberately slowed down his pace, letting her drag him along. Looking at Nan Qing's still angry back, his solemn and aloof face was full of doting smiles.

He adored the Queen's vibrant presence.

Nan Qing didn't know much about men's clothing brands, but since the mannequins in one shop window looked pretty good, she took the person inside.

"Welcome...?"

A young and beautiful woman, holding the hand of a tall man dressed in an ancient dragon robe, watched this bizarre yet harmonious scene, and the sales assistant's greeting was abruptly turned into a question.

Nan Qing raised her head slightly and led the person inside, passing rows of exquisitely tailored and varied clothing. Occasionally, she would casually pick out a piece and hand it to the sales assistants following behind her.

A matte black shirt, a cotton-linen t-shirt, an old-money casual shirt, an ice-blue silk shirt...

She takes whatever she thinks looks good, without considering that the man beside her only wears black all year round.

Qin Mobei followed her, wandering around the store. He clutched the hem of the ice-blue silk shirt, frowning slightly. "Such a thin fabric..."

Nan Qing simply waved her hand casually: "This is just right for this weather. If you wear three or four more layers, I'm afraid you'll get heat rash."

After picking out more than a dozen outfits, Nan Qing finally put them away with satisfaction. She then led Qin Mobei to the fitting room, took the clothes from the sales assistant, piled them all in Qin Mobei's arms, and pointed to the fitting room behind him.

"That's the fitting room. Go try it on and see if it fits."

Qin Mobei turned around and glanced at the small cubicle, his thin lips pressed tightly together. People in this era are so stingy, everything is small, even the changing room is so cramped.

But seeing Nan Qing's enthusiastic expression, he didn't say anything. However, when she turned around to sit on the sofa and wait for him, he pulled her into the dressing room, leaving the two sales assistants outside looking at each other.

Inside the fitting room, Nan Qing's back pressed against the cold mirror. Watching Qin Mobei approach, she reached out and pushed him away, saying, "Qin... Qin Mobei, this is a public place. Don't do anything reckless."

Qin Mobei, who hadn't planned to do anything, chuckled softly. How could his Empress possibly think of him? She actually thought of him so much. Such private matters should naturally be done in the bedroom. He didn't want anyone else to have the chance to see his Qingqing's alluring blushing face.

"What are you thinking about now, Qingqing?"

"I...I just thought these clothes were strange and wanted the Empress to help me change. What are you thinking now, Qingqing?"

Seeing Qin Mobei's teasing expression, Nan Qing was furious and embarrassed. Was she overthinking things? It's just that this guy is completely inhuman!

She snorted coldly, snatched the clothes from his arms, put them aside, and began to undo his belt.

"Hurry up, let's go eat after we buy the clothes, I'm starving!"

He obediently turned around, obediently opening his arms and letting her do as she pleased. But as she put on his shirt, stood on tiptoe, and straightened his collar, he suddenly leaned down and whispered in her ear:

"It's alright, I'll make sure you have a good meal tonight."

Nan Qing: "......."

I can't live like this anymore!

However, it must be said that Qin Mobei has a really good physique because he has practiced martial arts since childhood. When he wore ancient robes before, the layers of robes concealed his muscular figure to some extent. But now, wearing this well-tailored shirt with thin fabric clinging to his skin, every muscle line is outlined perfectly.

With the slightest movement, the muscles in his shoulders and back revealed their smooth contours beneath his clothes, and the rolled-up sleeves exposed his firm and powerful forearms. Most striking of all was the fabric on his chest, which always made one feel that if just a little more force was applied, the buttons would burst open.

Nan Qing was somewhat obsessed with looks and physique, otherwise she wouldn't have been so completely dominated by Gu Beiyan in the last world. Qin Mobei's physique was even better than Gu Beiyan's, with everything from a V-shaped torso, abs, pecs, and V-lines to everything else!

Just as she was buttoning Qin Mobei's clothes at an extremely slow pace, subtly taking advantage of him, her chin was gently lifted, and she met a pair of eyes brimming with a mischievous smile.

His fingertips brushed against her chin, carrying an ambiguous implication.

"The Empress is still the same... she's tempting me."

"Don't rush. After we finish our meal, we'll go back to our quarters. The Empress can take her time to look around and touch me... I am yours."

Would Nan Qing be embarrassed? No, she wouldn't!!

She gave a soft snort, slapped away his hand that was pinching her chin, and even gave his firm belly a squeeze.

"I do not intend to summon you to my bedchamber today. You are but a powerless male concubine; do not be so arrogant."

Qin Mobei looked down at her, the smile never fading from his eyes, his voice deep and playful:

"Yes, it is I who want to defy my superiors and want to climb into the phoenix bed every night."

Nan Qing rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. This dissolute manner of his was nothing like that of an emperor!

"Okay, this one is fine. I think it's good. Take a look."

It really suits her. In the mirror, Qin Mobei's hair is tied up high, and a matte black shirt makes his shoulders look even more upright. Black trousers hug his long legs, and he has changed into a pair of shiny leather shoes.

Even without wearing the dragon robe, his imperial aura was still undeniable. His brows were sharp, and his eyes were as black as ink, as if he could draw his sword at any moment and look down upon the world.

Qin Beimo noticed the fondness Nan Qing had for his attire.

"Does Qingqing like my outfit?"

"Yes, I like it. You look good in this outfit."

But she added, "The clothes from before were also nice, they were just all different."

But Nanqing always felt that something was missing...

She pulled him out of the fitting room, packed up all the clothes she had picked out, paid for them, and then, holding his hand, led him straight to the watch store on the first floor.