Yan Jiaoran raised her eyes in fear, and heard a scolding in her ear: "It's so cold, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
Qin Yuan embraced Yan Jiaoran, and with a flash of his body, he rushed into the hall.
The incense burner in the hall was burning brightly. A gauze curtain hung behind the huge screen, and a corner of the phoenix couch could be vaguely seen. Murong Yanran was sleeping soundly with her arms wrapped around a brocade quilt.
Qin Yuan did not disturb little Murong. He hugged Yan Jiaoran and sat down by the stove. Then he unbuttoned his coat and held Yan Jiaoran in his arms.
Yan Jiaoran didn't know how long she had been sitting outside, her body was cold. Now she was hugged by Qin Yuan in his arms, and she felt the warmth from his body and began to tremble involuntarily.
"Are you stupid? You're going outside in such thin clothes?"
"I……"
Yan Jiaoran's cheeks were cold, and her teeth were frozen stiff. After a while, she managed to say, "I can't sleep..."
Qin Yuan held her slender wrist and warmed it with his palm. "Why are you doing this? What if you get sick? Who's on duty today? Why aren't they looking after you?"
"They are all asleep."
"I...I'm going out to get some fresh air..."
Yan Jiaoran spoke, her voice getting smaller and smaller.
Qin Yuan looked at her and suddenly asked, "Do you feel wronged that you, the great Emperor of the Great Zhou, lost your virginity to a flower thief?"
Yan Jiaoran lowered her head in embarrassment.
She was the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and had not yet married, but she lost her virginity to a thief. She was so ashamed that she could not face anyone.
"You're wrong." Qin Yuan hugged her from behind, clasped her hands in his palms, and whispered in her ear:
"I am the top scholar personally appointed by Your Majesty. Sharing your worries is just my duty as an official."
Yan Jiaoran frowned, her face showing annoyance: "If you are truly loyal to me, go to the frontier for a few years. When you return with great achievements, I will appoint you as prime minister."
"When the time comes..." Yan Jiaoran's voice became lower and lower.
"I'm not leaving."
"Your Majesty, I haven't taken enough advantage of you." Qin Yuan tried to take advantage of him.
Hearing such shameless words, Yan Jiaoran's face turned red and a feeling of shame and anger at being molested surged in her heart.
But at the same time, I felt a little relieved and happy for no reason.
Although he is a flower thief and is in love with Yanran, he still cares about himself no matter what.
The palms were warm and strong, and a hint of heat came from the cold fingers, and the coldness gradually dissipated.
Yan Jiaoran put her legs together and leaned sideways in his arms, her body feeling warm as if bathed in the sunshine of March.
Suddenly, her feet felt hot, and a hand pulled off her stockings and held her feet in its hand.
A tingling heat flowed through her body, and Yan Jiaoran couldn't help but let out a low moan.
"It's so cold, like ice..."
Qin Yuan stroked the slender feet with his palms. The white toes were as white as ice and jade, and the small arch of the foot was soft and delicate. It fit in one hand and was as exquisite as if it was carved from white jade.
Yan Jiaoran closed her eyes tightly, her white and beautiful feet were held in his hands. His hands were so hot that every touch brought a slight tremor.
Her breathing became erratic and her body became hotter and hotter...
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