Just like even though he was beside the king, he still acquiesced and even took the initiative to hand the dagger to her.
He gradually shortened the distance between them.
He could even hear the other person's breathing from so close.
When he was a prince and forgotten in the cold palace, he often hated his unusual hearing and the headache that came with it.
But at least one day, when he heard the Queen Mother's conversation with her through that specially designed hollow area, and now——
Feeling the warmth of her breath, her voice almost filled my ears.
The small, sticky sound, like a cotton ball, filled his whole mind. These days, even though Jiang Jiang was in his cubicle, he was still like a dark and unsatisfied ghost, listening to everything she said through the wall.
I'm not as annoyed by unusual noises as usual.
...He even felt like he was getting addicted to it.
Therefore, Fu Yao felt that they were still too far away.
Even though the distance between the two people was close enough that Fu Yao could clearly see the fine hairs on each other's faces, he still felt anxiously that it was not enough.
Not enough, not enough, absolutely not enough.
He wanted to merge with her flesh and blood and let her eat him completely.
It was like holding a handful of fine sand in his hand. The harder he tried to hold it, the more worried he was that it would slip through his fingers. He could only place Jiang Jiang in the bedroom next door.
A sickly blush crept into his face.
The hot breath hit Jiang Jiang's face, and his hand slowly pulled out the dagger hidden in her sleeve. It was a short dagger less than seven inches long, with a scabbard made of black iron and engraved with gold patterns. Fu Yao stroked the ruby on the hilt with his fingertips.
Anyone who saw it would think it was just a decorative object, but when he slowly pulled out the dagger, the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, emitting a cold blue light under the candlelight. Fu Yao lowered his eyes, looking at the dark tide surging in his eyes reflected on the blade.
Fu Yao suddenly turned his wrist and pressed the knife handle into her palm, while he took her knife-holding hand. The sharp tip of the knife pressed against his heart, through several thin layers of summer clothing.
"Do you feel it?" He guided her hand downwards, the tip of the knife piercing the fabric and smearing a little of her skin's color. "It's beating for you."
"...Just a slight prick will prove it."
Jiang Jiang felt the thriving vitality beneath his chest with her fingertips, and every beat made the blade tremble slightly. She tried to pull her hand away, but Fu Yao held it firmly.
He handed the handle to her. The cold gem touched her soft skin, and the touch made Jiang Jiang feel like she was in a world of ice and fire. The strong stimulation seemed to be transmitted to her, making her heart beat fast.
Jiang Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.
"What are you doing with it? Let go quickly, or you might hurt yourself."
She had tested this dagger when she was collecting hair. It was as sharp as mud, and it was covered with a gorgeous shell, perhaps to hide it from others.
Jiang Jiang's voice was filled with helplessness as he coaxed him, "I know your majesty's feelings for me, and it's not something that can be provoked by a few random words from others. Be good, put it down. This dagger is too sharp, and if it hurts your dragon body, it will be bad."
Fu Yao glanced at her and chuckled.
"Although I think most of what she said is nonsense, there is one thing she said that is true: no one can promise the future." Fu Yao said, "I have also heard about the matter between the Queen Mother and the late Emperor."
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