The peony flower that Wen Hemian was holding suddenly fell to the ground.
She stared blankly at Xie Lang, as if she were looking at a beast.
"you……"
Before she could finish speaking, Xie Lang leaned forward on his own, demanding his reward. His lips rubbed against hers, and noticing her slight unease, he became even bolder, lifting his chin to invade her lips and teeth.
His hand gently supported Wen Hemian's waist, but the force was undeniable, as if he wanted to completely pull her into his embrace.
Unlike the fleeting touch of the last time, this time his kiss was exceptionally fierce, carrying a chilling sense of predation. It lasted for an unknown amount of time, so long that even breathing seemed to be collapsing, before he finally leisurely withdrew.
The emperor's eyes held a hint of triumph: "It's alright, if Han Shuang won't give it to me, I'll ask for it myself."
When they're being good, they're truly good; when they're being crazy, they're truly crazy.
Xie Lang knew perfectly well that Wen Hemian would most likely not refuse to give him a reward, but it probably wouldn't be what he wanted. Rather than waiting for an answer, he might as well ask for it himself.
Since it's already been given, Wen Heming can't just take it back, can he?
Of course, he didn't mind.
The wolf cub licked its lips, its eyes burning with desire, and thought to itself.
Wen Hemian couldn't take it back. She glared at Xie Lang speechlessly, her lips reddened from the kiss, carrying a faint pain. One could imagine how hard the little brat had kissed her.
This glance not only failed to have any deterrent effect, but instead made Xie Lang smile happily.
He picked up the peony that had fallen to the ground and gently placed it back in Wen Heming's hand, his voice filled with pleasure: "Grand Tutor, you see, you actually don't refuse, do you?"
Xie Lang had long ago discovered that his tutor was somewhat hypocritical.
He had acted recklessly three years ago, which resulted in Wen Heming faking his death to escape, and he himself suffered heartbreak for three years. Having experienced it, he naturally wouldn't make the same mistake again.
While it appeared to be coercion and threats, Wen Heming's every reaction was actually within his expectations.
"...You've said everything, what else can I say?"
Wen Hemian was at a loss for words. She looked around and casually placed the flower in the vase on the table.
If he had a tail, Xie Lang would probably be wagging it right now. He followed closely behind Wen Hemian, never stopping his chatter.
"Not denying it is tantamount to admitting it. Han Shuang, you never give me a clear answer, and I feel uneasy. Naturally, I have to find my own way to confirm it."
"This is the first time I've had someone I like, and perhaps I've done something wrong... I hope the Grand Tutor can point it out so I can correct it."
"My affection for the Grand Tutor far surpasses that for others. How can I explain this to you so that you will believe me?"
Just moments ago, he had kissed her without a word, but in an instant, he seemed to have changed completely. His dark, deep eyes were filled with loneliness and hurt, as if Wen Hemian had done something unforgivable to him.
Faced with a barrage of questions, even someone as composed as Wen Hemian nearly lost her composure.
She raised an eyebrow and looked at the emperor with a hint of helplessness: "I didn't say that, I don't believe it."
However, since she had never been involved in matters of the heart before, she was inevitably a bit slow and hesitant.
The fact that they haven't let go of it even after three years speaks volumes.
Xie Lang was taken aback, then a fleeting smile crossed his lips: "I was being presumptuous."
Xie Lang is clearly more sophisticated than before. His sincerity and commitment, combined with appropriate honesty, are genuine and passionate, making him more likely to move people.
Seeing the unease in Wen Hemian's eyes, he changed the subject at the right moment: "Are you staying in the palace tonight? Or going back to the Prince's residence?"
Wen Heming's continued presence doesn't necessarily mean anything.
"Your Majesty, guess?"
Wen Hemian knew what he wanted to find out, so she simply changed the subject and threw the difficult question at him.
Xie Lang choked for a moment, then said somewhat unreasonably, "So you're going to stay?"
Seeing that Wen Hemian did not refute, Xie Lang straightened up, took a step forward, and snuggled up to her, his eyes full of smiles: "Hanshuang, you are so good."
Wen Hemian is no longer afraid to look directly into such a burning gaze, but she is still a little puzzled: Is Xie Lang so easy to coax just because he is given some benefits?
However, at the same time, reason told her that it was because he had lost three years.
He treasured the concession she showed him.
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With nothing to do in the afternoon and the weather getting hot, Wen Hemian didn't want to go out for a stroll, so she simply used the leftover materials that Lai Xi had found to make a sachet for Xie Lang.
Gift-giving is about reciprocity; it has nothing to do with being polite or impolite, but rather about giving the same sentiment.
Xie Lang sat opposite her, handling some important matters.
Every now and then when I felt tired, I would look up at the woman's cool and serene face, which would make me feel a little happier, and then I would continue looking down.
Because he wanted to spend more time with Wen Hemian, Xie Lang was incredibly efficient.
After he finished approving the last memorial, Wen Hemian finished making the sachet, tucked away the loose thread, and was then forced to hand it to the impatient Emperor.
"It looks better than what I made."
Xie Lang gave a sincere compliment, then hung it on his waist.
Wen Hemian was both amused and exasperated: "Why do we have to compete like this?"
"It's not a competition." Xie Lang shook his head and said seriously, "My skills aren't very good this year. I'll practice more and try to make them look better next year."
Xie Lang didn't think too much about it. He just felt that it would be a sin for someone as pure and beautiful as Wen Hemian to have any flaws because of him.
Wen Hemian: "Whatever you say."
At night, Xie Lang no longer had to sneak around like he had in the past few days. After washing up, he went to bed openly.
When Wen Hemian came out, she saw him sitting on the bed in his nightgown. She didn't see what he was doing, but when he heard the noise, he looked straight at her with soft and clear eyes, without a trace of his madness.
Wen Hemian inexplicably had a ridiculous illusion that concubines were waiting for the emperor's favor.
Xie Lang is the former, she is the latter.
With this eerie image in mind, she had just reached the bedside when Xie Lang, who couldn't wait any longer, pulled her onto the bed.
Heaven knows how painful it is to be able to look but not hold. Xie Lang had been forced to behave for a few days, and he was already itching to hold on. Now he was holding the person and wouldn't let go.
Wen Hemian felt a fire burning behind her. She turned her head and raised her hand to block Xie Lang's approaching touch.
The kiss landed perfectly on her palm.
Xie Lang didn't mind at all, and even stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick it.
Wen Hemian was startled and abruptly withdrew her hand.
"Your Majesty, you should stop now."
She warned, "It's already hot, I don't want to sweat all over again, and I don't want what happened that night to happen again. If you push your luck any further, I'm really going to kick you out."
Even when she was angry, Wen Hemian was calm. It didn't seem like she was scolding her, but rather like she was playing hard to get. Xie Lang restrained himself for a long time before he finally looked away.
He slumped his shoulders, looking like a wronged puppy: "Okay, I'll be good."
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