"ah--"
Mo Li let out a low cry, and water droplets slid down her fair wrists, soaking the thin gauze sleeves. The wet material clung to her skin, outlining the slender contours of her wrist bones.
She subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but Zhao Lingyu held it down.
"Is the girl okay?"
His voice was low, with a hint of deliberate concern, but his fingertips had already lifted her sleeve, and his fingertips gently stroked her skin, which was slightly red from the burn.
Mo Li's heart was beating like a drum, and he kept shaking his head, his voice as thin as a mosquito's hum.
"I, I'm fine... I'll go make another cup for Your Highness."
Just as she was about to turn around, Zhao Lingyu suddenly tightened his fingers and held her slender wrist firmly.
"That's all I have."
He chuckled, a hint of danger in his voice.
Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head slightly and pressed his thin lips against the drop of crystal water remaining on the back of her hand.
The warm touch spread along her skin, and Mo Li trembled all over. Her fingertips curled up unconsciously, and she subconsciously closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.
However, Zhao Lingyu did not give up.
His lips slowly moved up along her wrist, kissed her slender knuckles, and finally stopped at her slightly trembling fingertips and bit them lightly.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Mo Li's voice almost broke, her cheeks flushed like clouds, and even the tips of her ears were dyed with a bright red color.
Zhao Lingyu chuckled softly, and his other hand had already wrapped around her waist, the warmth of his palm burning her skin through the thin fabric.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, his breath hot.
"The girl's tea is so fragrant."
The sound of rain outside the window is getting heavier, and the candlelight is swaying, reflecting two overlapping figures.
When Zhao Lingyu leaned closer, the scent of agarwood on his body mixed with the faint scent of ink enveloped Mo Li completely.
The hot breath brushed across her sensitive neck like a feather, causing a small shudder.
"Your Highness, Your Highness."
Mo Li's voice was like a silk thread soaked in honey, with a slight tremor at the end.
She leaned back subconsciously, and Zhao Lingyu's lips had already touched her neck.
Mo Li took a breath and unconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes with her slender fingers.
The warmth and heat were like a branding iron, leaving invisible marks on her snow-white skin.
She suddenly opened her eyes wide, and ripples appeared in her autumn-water-like pupils, reflecting the flickering candlelight and the man's deep outline.
"Your Highness, don't do this."
She pushed him away weakly, but her voice was like melted candy.
"My sister is still waiting for me to come back."
Zhao Lingyu chuckled softly, and with his Adam's apple rolling, he swallowed all her rejections.
His slender fingers stroked the jade legs wrapped in black stockings, feeling the wonderful touch of the warmth of the skin under his fingertips and the coolness of the stockings.
"Won't you wait for me to finish my tea?"
He traced circles on her leg with his thumb, watching with satisfaction as the skin gradually turned a rosy hue.
The rain outside the window is getting heavier, and the raindrops are connected along the tiles to form a crystal bead curtain.
Mo Li's breathing had already become disordered and his mind was blank.
The moment Zhao Lingyu's fingertips lifted the skirt belt, the pearl beads on Mo Li's waist suddenly rustled.
The sky-blue, wide-sleeved Liuxian skirt lay on the sandalwood floor like a receding tide, revealing the twin lotus patterns embroidered on the moon-white undershirt underneath.
The sound of rain hitting the banana leaves outside the window suddenly became rapid, just like her suddenly disordered breathing.
Zhao Lingyu bent his knees and half-knelt, his palms pressed against the black silk stockings and slowly moved upwards.
The silk fabric shone with the luster of mother-of-pearl in the candlelight. When his fingertips hooked onto the lace at the base of his legs, Mo Li suddenly pressed his wrist.
The gilded armor scratched a shallow mark on the man's wrist, but he grabbed his ten fingers with his backhand.
One of the embroidered shoes depicting mandarin ducks playing in the water had fallen off at some point, revealing a slightly arched jade foot wrapped in black silk.
When the laces of her inner garment were bitten open, the gold and jade necklace worn around Mo Li's neck hit the table, making a clear sound.
Zhao Lingyu's hot breath moved across the cinnabar mole under her collarbone, leaving a winding wet mark on her snow-white breasts.
The half-unbuttoned lilac-colored bellyband was embroidered with a picture of picking lotus flowers. At this moment, the lotus boat was swaying on the waves with her rapid ups and downs.
Mo Li was pushed against the edge of the rosewood desk, her loose black hair brushing across the spread-out documents.
When Zhao Lingyu bit the moon pendant dangling on her earlobe, the gilded Suanni censer on the desk was emitting the last wisp of green smoke.
After a cup of tea.
Mo Li's red nails left scratches on Zhao Lingyu's back, and the eyebrows she had carefully drawn like distant mountains had already been frowned into spring melancholy.
On the scattered documents, the ink that had not yet dried was rubbed off, just like duckweed in a pond scattered by raindrops.
…
The main hall of the imperial palace.
Inside the Golden Palace, flickering candlelight illuminates the figure of the emperor sitting on the Nine Dragon Throne.
Zhao Wuji sat on the dragon throne with a serious look on his face.
The air was as stagnant as iron, no one dared to breathe loudly, and the only sound was the occasional sound of wind coming from outside the hall.
Li Lingge, dressed in a black python robe, walked into the hall calmly.
He raised his eyes slightly and looked straight at Zhao Wuji who was sitting on the high seat, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.
"Your Majesty."
His voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and even had a hint of nonchalance, as if the oppressive atmosphere in the hall had nothing to do with him.
Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly darkened, and the emperor's voice was as low as thunder, and he spoke each word with great emphasis, as if with a tremendous force pressing down on him.
"Do you admit your guilt?"
The temperature in the hall dropped suddenly, and even the candlelight flickered as if in fear.
Li Lingge just smiled lightly, with his eyebrows slightly raised, as if he was puzzled.
"I don't know."
"presumptuous!"
Zhao Wuji slammed the armrest suddenly, and the dragon's might was so overwhelming that the entire hall seemed to tremble for a moment.
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