Seeing him staring at her, Sheng Xiyan shyly covered her bulging apricot-colored undershirt with her hands and pulled the quilt.

A series of actions made Xuan Ling amused. Chunshan smiled, with a beauty unparalleled in the world.

"Your Majesty, has anyone ever told me that you look very pretty when you smile?"

“How beautiful is it?”

Sheng Xiyan chanted, "The unrestrained and handsome young man of the clan, raises his cup and looks up at the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree in the wind. The emperor's smile can bring spring to the earth and make flowers bloom..."

Xuan Ling leaned closer and asked, "Does Yanyan like it?"

Sheng Xiyan pursed her lips and drooped her eyelashes shyly. Just as he felt a sense of loss, she suddenly raised her head and pecked his cheek.

He could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart, he leaned over, his noses touched, and suddenly their breaths intertwined.

She closed her eyes and her lips trembled slightly.

The big hand holds the delicate hand, gently leaning against each other, and expresses the heartfelt feelings in a gentle and passionate manner.

This night, inside the tent, was the third time they had kissed, and it lasted for a very long time, turning many speculations into the interweaving of warm lips and teeth.

What Sheng Xiyan didn't expect was that Xuan Ling actually stopped at the last moment.

His dark eyes fell on the delicate neck like mutton-fat jade, where there were a few spots of bright red, the mark of his uncontrollable emotions.

He pulled up her apricot-colored undershirt that fell on her shoulders, not daring to touch that fatal plump and soft flesh again, as he was about to completely lose control.

"emperor….."

Sheng Xiyan shyly snuggled into his arms, curled up, and tried to circle her delicate body into a less seductive angle.

But when he hugged her, he gained a lot...

Sheng Xiyan felt more and more uncomfortable. Her strong body was like pebbles under the scorching sun, making her throat dry and she wanted to drink a lot of cold tea.

"Your Majesty, let me massage your temples."

She stretched out her soft hands and gently pressed his head. He hugged her tightly and greedily inhaled her body fragrance.

“Yan Yan…”

"Um……"

His dark eyes were filled with emotion, and his voice was extremely hoarse, but he still stopped, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself.

Sheng Xiyan felt that the emperor was having a hard time holding back, so why did he have to? She had already given up, and as a concubine, she was obligated to sleep with him, so why didn't he want to?

Is there something wrong with your body?

That's not right either. Where did the eldest prince and Princess Lewen come from? Where did the queen and Shen Wanrong's dragon fetus come from?

Xuan Ling finally asked her, "Yan Yan, at this moment, if you ask me for something, I will agree to it."

"I'm just sleepy and want to sleep."

She snuggled into his broad arms and clung to him tightly, as if he were a pillow that could provide her with warmth in the dark night.

In the middle of the night, Xuan Ling woke up from his sleep. In his hazy vision, he saw the woman curled up alone on the inside of the bed, looking very lonely.

I could even faintly hear her sobbing. Was she crying?

He stood up and gently turned her over, certain that she would tell him about the grievances she had suffered yesterday.

"What happened to Yanyan? Did someone bully you?"

Sheng Xiyan shook her head slowly, her voice a little hoarse: "No, the sisters in the palace are all very kind to me. I just had a nightmare, so I was a little scared."

Xuan Ling reached out and gently wiped the corners of her moist eyes, looking at her, trying to explore her innermost thoughts.

"Yanyan, tell me, what kind of nightmare did you have? What made you so sad?"