To be honest, Wen Hemian felt that Xie Lang was like a paper tiger.
When he imprisoned her in the palace, it was less about coercion and more about wanting her to discover other emotions within this broken relationship.
He was an emperor, and could have been strong and decisive. Even if what he wanted was irrational, outsiders couldn't say anything.
But he was extremely careful with her.
Perhaps it's the trauma left behind after losing and then regaining something.
He could no longer tolerate losing anything.
Is it that I can't give you a sense of security? Or haven't I been clear enough?
Wen Heming paused, as if he couldn't help but suppress a laugh: "Also, Your Majesty, isn't it hard to be a virtuous man like Liu Xiahui?"
No feelings arise overnight. Especially after thinking it through, Wen Hemian realized more and more that she probably had some inexplicable feelings before she chose to leave, which was why she hesitated several times.
And now, it's just a matter of deepening this feeling.
Xie Lang hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I'm afraid you'll think I'm being too reckless..."
He had never learned how to love someone, and he had already angered Wen Heming, so he tried his best to pretend to be well-behaved and sensible. He knew she was susceptible to this, so he never had the heart to break the illusion.
To put it bluntly, he was afraid that his endless demands would annoy her.
"I've never seen you be very sensible before."
Wen Hemian commented mercilessly: "Who was it that refused to even call him Grand Tutor in the first place?"
It was only when she risked her life to save him that he was forced to utter that sentence in a moment of desperation.
"I, I—"
Xie Lang stammered. The embarrassing incident from many years ago was brought up again, and he couldn't help but blush. He also tried to clarify things for himself: "I was young and didn't know any better back then."
"There's no need to be sensible now."
Wen Hemian suddenly looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with light, and said in a gentle and warm tone: "Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are? I think our relationship of more than ten years should be enough to prove that I am not afraid."
"As for the past, I hadn't figured it out, so I was just trying to escape."
"But you must believe that at this moment, my feelings for you are the same as your feelings for me."
These words had been brewing in my heart for a long time, and saying them was not as difficult as I had imagined.
Wen Hemian was just slow to react, not cowardly. After witnessing such intense and unreserved passion, how could she remain unmoved? That would be too cold-blooded.
Xie Lang's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He stared at the person in front of him, almost incredulous, visibly stunned: "I... I was just afraid I would hurt you, afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself. The Grand Tutor didn't see it with his own eyes, but I am indeed a madman."
He blinked bitterly, the effects of the alcohol spreading, his ears turning red. He slowly tried to open his mouth again, only to hear Wen Heming agree.
"Yeah, she really is a little madwoman."
Xie Lang stared wide-eyed in grievance, like a puppy about to be abandoned by its owner.
Wen Heming chuckled softly.
"So what if she's a little crazy? You're still with me, aren't you?"
Her features were gentle, but in Xie Lang's eyes, it seemed as if her lips, when they moved, carried a touch of vibrant color.
He moved closer almost uncontrollably, and then heard her say, "So I'll ask again, Your Majesty, is it hard for you to be a virtuous man like Liu Xiahui?"
"It's been tough, extremely tough."
Xie Lang trembled as he embraced her, the scent of wine filling his arms. With extreme restraint, he pressed his lips to hers, his voice low and hoarse, almost a whisper.
"Tonight...is that okay?"
Wen Hemian smiled silently: "Of course."
"Didn't you just say you were a little crazy? Why are you suddenly so hesitant?"
Xie Lang carefully traced the outline of her lips, then pulled the bed curtains down, as if even his breath had become hot and scalding, his chest heaving violently.
That's because I care about you.
Xie Lang wiped the corner of his eye with his hand, leaving a red mark. He lowered his head and kissed it almost excitedly, his eyes still slightly tinged with alcohol, so bright that it was hard to look directly at him.
Wen Hemian let out a deep breath, feeling that she was probably really crazy, or perhaps she had been infected by his drunkenness. She smiled and raised her hand to stroke the young man's cheek, her words filled with gentle indulgence.
"Sometimes, you don't have to care so much."
"I want you to be a wise and upright ruler who is self-disciplined and respectful of propriety, but that is in the court and in front of outsiders, not at this moment."
"Xie Huaichuan, do you still want to be a gentleman?"
Xie Lang had always known that his tutor, though seemingly dignified and aloof, was actually sharp-tongued and unforgiving. Few in the court could out-argue her, let alone when they truly got into a heated argument.
He kissed her lips with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, his hands moving rapidly, quickly unbuttoning her clothes and then grabbing her hand, their fingers intertwined and inseparable.
"Since Han Shuang said it herself, you'd better be able to handle it."
A sudden sense of foreboding arose in Wen Hemian's heart.
But it was too late.
Once you've made a promise, there's no going back, especially when it's something you can get hooked on.
After years of restraint, the wolf cubs finally couldn't resist showing their fangs and claws, carefully carrying their prey into the den, no longer allowing anyone to covet it.
Wen Heming belongs to him.
The bright moon finally entered his embrace.
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The consequence of indulgence was a night of entanglement and chaos.
Wen Heming felt that he was completely wrong.
Especially after waking up the next morning.
She increasingly felt that she shouldn't have poured so many drinks for Xie Lang, nor should she have so readily agreed to his request.
She was already at the prime of her life, full of youthful vigor, and after being provoked like that, she became utterly terrifying. I wonder how many parts of her fragile skin were still intact.
As soon as she opened her eyes, her throat was parched. Fortunately, a glass of warm water was quickly brought to her to soothe her throat, while her other hand rested on her waist, gently massaging it.
"woke up?"
Xie Lang happily leaned over and kissed her, his eyes bright and joyful: "Want some more?"
He seemed very interested and couldn't wait to feed Wen Heming another bite.
Surprisingly, apart from a sore lower back, I didn't feel any other discomfort. The bruises on my body were treated with medicine, which looked alarming, but didn't hurt much. I guess it's just a matter of my constitution.
Wen Hemian came to her senses, pushed his hand away, and said in a cold voice, "I just want you to get out."
Those who talk back don't know the gravity of the situation.
Did all those books just disappear into the dog's belly?
"No way."
Perhaps because he had just succeeded, Xie Lang was not afraid of her cold looks at all. He put down the teacup in his hand, smiled and put his hand on her shoulder, lowered his head and leaned against her, and said in a soft and coquettish voice.
"Now that things have come to this, Han Shuang can't just abandon me after starting something."
Wen Hemian suddenly felt a sense of absurdity, powerless and numb: "What do you mean I started something with you and then abandoned you? Your Majesty, have some shame."
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