As the buttons of Song Yalan's military overcoat were undone, the cold night wind blew freely into her embrace.
She shivered uncontrollably; it was just too cold.
But in the next instant, the man's strong arms pulled her into his embrace.
The man's burning body heat instantly enveloped her.
The temperature was so warm and comforting that she wanted to melt into the man's arms...
The emperor rested his chin on the top of Song Yalan's head, and he could feel the woman's body trembling slightly.
He said slowly, "You're trembling. Are you scared? It's just a hug. If you still feel disgusted by me, then leave. I won't blame you."
Song Yalan quickly shook her head, "No, I don't look down on you. Why would I look down on you? You're a hero in my heart!"
She loved Si Muyang for so many years, and even because of her love for Si Muyang, she was willing to let Si Muyang and Cheng Xiao Kui have a happy marriage.
How could she possibly dislike Si Muyang?
Si Muyang reached his hand inside his military coat and hugged Song Yalan, pulling her even closer to him.
He whispered, "Yalan, thank you, thank you for all you've done for me over the years. If only I could choose again."
I would never have gone back to the countryside back then, so that Cheng Xiao Kui would have had the chance to climb into my bed and force me to marry her.
If we can't change this history, then after she divorces me, I will definitely not have any further entanglements with her. I will get a marriage certificate with you immediately and marry you!
If things could really change, I think we would be very happy after we got married!
If I had a family, my superiors probably wouldn't have sent me on this dangerous mission, and none of this would have happened..."
As Song Yalan listened to the man's words, her thoughts were led astray by him.
If she really had a choice, wouldn't she have married Si Muyang long ago and lived happily ever after?
She bit her lip lightly, but all of this was just a hypothetical; she could not marry Si Muyang, and she could not have Si Muyang.
She couldn't help but sniff. How wonderful it would be if she could really be with Si Muyang.
The Emperor heard Song Yalan's choked voice clearly.
She lowered her head and kissed Song Yalan on the top of her head. She asked, "Yalan, are you crying? Because my stupidity has ruined your life!"
If there's a next life, I'm willing to make it up to you! I will love you well and never let you suffer any more injustice.
Song Yalan's heart felt as if it had been violently clenched by the man.
Her tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, falling onto the man's chest and soaking his clothes.
The emperor quickly took out a handkerchief and gave it to Yalan to wipe away her tears.
He said, "Yalan, don't cry. Seeing you cry hurts my heart so much!"
Song Yalan had never been treated so gently by Si Muyang.
She choked back tears as she said, "Muyang, do you feel any better? Did anything upset you? Did you react?"
The king said, "No, I didn't react. Was the hug not enough?"
Song Yalan asked, "Then what should we do?"
The king said, “How about… how about I gently touch your lips to mine? Let’s see if that works.”
Don't worry, I'll just touch you lightly! It won't hurt you.
His hand gripped the back of Song Yalan's head, preventing her from backing away.
He lowered his head and gently kissed Song Yalan's lips, just a light, fleeting touch.
Song Yalan's heart skipped a beat; the man she had been longing for had actually kissed her.
Although it was just a light touch, she considered it a kiss.
But this moment was fleeting; it was truly just a touch before the man in front of him let go.
Her heart was on a rollercoaster, going up and down.
It took her several seconds to calm her heart before she could speak normally.
She asked, "How was it? Did it work? Did it stimulate you?"
The king said, "I feel nothing... Is this still not enough? Maybe my injuries are too severe, perhaps I'm destined to be a cripple... Forget it, I won't try anymore!"
He reached out and pushed Song Yalan aside. At that moment, he knew how cruel it was to push the girl, whose heart was pounding wildly, aside.
But the necessary procedures must be followed; only by playing hard to get can you truly capture a woman's heart.
A sudden sense of loss struck Song Yalan's heart, and she was pushed away by the man.
But she craved the feeling of being loved by a man, and instinctively threw herself back into his arms.
She tilted her head back and said, "That was just a light touch on the lips. That doesn't count as a real kiss! Let's try again! Let's kiss deeper!"
She took the initiative to lift her head and kiss the man's lips, clumsily trying to deepen the kiss.
She had never been in a relationship; all her actions were based on her imagination and what she had seen in movies.
The emperor was very satisfied with Song Yalan's performance. This was the kind of woman he needed. The kind of woman he needed was someone as brainless and easy to control as Song Yalan!
A woman as clever as Cheng Xiao Kui is hard to control! But he won't let Cheng Xiao Kui go either.
Today, I'll win over Song Yalan! I'll make her obediently follow me and serve me!
He immediately responded to Song Yalan's kiss, his hand clasping the back of her head, bringing them even closer together.
The man's breath suddenly rushed into Song Yalan's mouth, and he opened his eyes wide in surprise.
Is this a kiss? Is this a real kiss? Is this what a kiss is supposed to be like?
The inexperienced Song Yalan was completely bewildered by the man in front of her.
By the moonlight, the emperor looked at Song Yalan, whose eyes were wide open.
He released Song Yalan's lips and said, "Girl, didn't anyone tell you to close your eyes when you kiss?"
He gently closed Song Yalan's eyes with his other hand.
Song Yalan's eyes were covered by the man's hand, but she felt his lips kissing hers, like a chick pecking at rice, kissing her little by little.
He then deepened the kiss, his breath filling her mouth.
Her breathing became disordered, her whole body went limp, as if she had melted, and she collapsed helplessly in the man's arms.
The king deepened the kiss, and he could feel that Song Yalan had no resistance to him at all.
His hand traced across Song Yalan's back, then slowly moved to the front, unbuttoning Song Yalan's shirt one button at a time.
Seemingly sensing the man's actions, Song Yalan's last shred of willpower told her she shouldn't continue.
She instinctively tried to back away, but the man's arm wrapped around her waist, leaving her with nowhere to retreat or hide.
All the buttons on her clothes were undone, and before she knew it, the man's buttons were undone as well. The two of them pressed together, the man's burning heat enveloping her.
The man's voice was low and deep, like a spell, gently escaping from the corners of their joined lips.
Hold me tight!
Song Yalan was still wondering if she could do this, but her arms were already wrapped around the man.
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