Fu Sang quickly covered his lips with her slender finger, blinked, and said, "No need."
"If Your Majesty would just cook me more delicious food, I would be overjoyed."
After saying that, she turned around and tried to get off the soft couch and run away.
Puyang Tang knew she wanted to leave, so he stretched out his long arm, pulled her tightly into his arms, and pressed her down beneath him.
"No, I must repay you with my body."
Fu Sang placed his hands against his lean chest and said, "It's misty and rainy today, I want to paint... Don't tease me."
"Alright then."
The young emperor released her, looking like a little puppy who hadn't gotten what he wanted to eat, very aggrieved.
Fu Sang couldn't help but smile and reached out to pat his head.
"Ah Tang, I've heard that you were a master painter in your younger days. Why don't you teach me?"
Puyang Tang got up from the soft couch, straightened her clothes, and then picked up the cloak that was placed on the couch.
"Don't catch a cold."
He walked up to the girl and tied the ribbon for her.
Fu Sang smiled, walked over and opened the window, saying, "Come on, teach me to draw."
Puyang Tang walked behind the desk and spread out the Xuan paper for painting.
Fu Sang walked to his side and reached out to touch the Xuan paper.
This paper is characterized by its soft and resilient texture, smooth and jade-like surface, resistance to insects and decay, and ever-changing ink effects, making it one of the treasures of the Yan Kingdom.
Puyang Tang walked to the side, stretched out his fair and slender fingers, and began to grind the powder for her.
Fu Sang chose a paintbrush, dipped it in rich ink, and looked at the palaces and pavilions outside, shrouded in mist and rain.
She also possessed the skills that the original owner had, so her painting skills were like an instinct. Her brushstrokes were full of vigor and elegance, and in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, an ink painting appeared on the rice paper as if splashed with ink.
However, she was still somewhat dissatisfied.
The painting, though beautiful, is too rigid and not as beautiful as I imagined.
"Ah Tang, come help me."
Puyang Tang walked up behind her, embraced her from behind, and reached out to hold her soft little hand.
"This is still a little short..."
Fusang's attention was completely drawn to his hands.
The young emperor's fingers were long and slender, each one as flawless as jade.
"Focus." A boy's slightly magnetic and alluring voice suddenly came from beside him.
Fu Sang snapped out of her daze, feeling a little embarrassed, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
From Puyang Tang's perspective, the girl's exquisite face was flushed with an alluring blush, and the soft, delicate body in his arms was equally tempting.
Since their intimate encounter a few days ago, he hasn't touched her again to take care of her health.
The girl leaned against him, her body emitting a faint fragrance that lingered around his nose, making him somewhat restless.
Thinking like this...
Puyang Tang released his grip.
Fu Sang turned around, somewhat confused.
Puyang Tang put the drawing paper aside and removed the writing implements.
Fu Sang was even more puzzled. Before he could ask, his waist was grabbed and he was turned to face the boy.
Puyang Tang stood in front of her, forcefully parting her legs with his long legs, grasping her waist and lifting her slightly, so that she could sit on the mahogany table.
"A-Tang?"
Puyang Tang lowered his head and brought his lips close to hers, his breath almost audible.
"I want you."
Fu Sang's pupils contracted slightly, and his mind went blank for a moment.
A book... a desk?
Without waiting for her response, Puyang Tang kissed her lips.
With a soft "uh," Fu Sang leaned back involuntarily.
Puyang Tang put his arm around her slender waist and held her head with his long fingers.
The girl's voice betrayed her words: "Window..."
Puyang Tang reached out his hand, and the window suddenly closed.
Fu Sang lost her senses from the kiss, and before she knew it, her legs were wrapped around his lean waist.
A moment later.
Inside the room came breaths of passion and low moans and sobs.
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