Tang Wan'er lay in Zhao Huan's arms, her small hands clasping his neck. From her initial fear, she became docile. She stared at Zhao Huan blankly, and for some reason, a hint of sweetness suddenly appeared in her heart.

Zhao Huan's blood was boiling, his hormones overflowing. He liked this palace maid, inexplicably.

Sometimes liking someone is like this: at a certain time, or because of a certain thing, two people are attracted to each other.

Of course, this is a more literary way of saying it. To put it more vulgarly, it means that the turtle and the mung bean are attracted to each other.

Zhao Huan's forehead was covered with sweat after reporting all the way. Finally arriving at the Yangxin Pavilion, Zhao Huan carried Tang Wan'er to the imperial bed and breathed a sigh of relief. The Shangyi official hurriedly handed him a towel to wipe Zhao Huan's sweat.

Zhao Huan looked at him and said, "What are you doing? Do you still want to watch? Get out of here!"

So the Imperial Clothes Officer had no choice but to lead the maids out of the Yangxin Pavilion. The Imperial Clothes Officer was shocked. The Emperor was going to visit Concubine Mu, so why did he choose the wrong maids? Some of the maids even began to regret why they weren't the ones laughing just now.

Zhao Huan took off Tang Wan'er's shoes and helped her to the bed. Tang Wan'er was so scared that she shrank back, hugged her knees, and pulled the thin blanket over her feet.

Zhao Huan was very happy. He kicked off his boots, got into bed and hugged Tang Wan'er in his arms.

Being held in the emperor's embrace, Tang Wan'er felt like an electric shock. Breathing the masculine scent of the young Zhao Huan, Tang Wan'er's heart fluttered like a deer. After a few gentle struggles, she finally gave in.

The rest of the story is too obscene, so readers can imagine it on their own. As a single person, I really can't describe that kind of scene.

PS: I also want to continue writing dirty books, but what if my book is banned?

Well, thank you readers for the tip!