Chapter 520 The world is yours, you belong to me (4)



The man, or rather the boy, who had his back to him, slowly turned around.

Bei Menlin lowered his head, staring at the expensive wool blanket beneath his knees.

According to custom, one must lower one's eyes to show respect when facing the emperor.

The timing of this time travel was quite tricky; I had to face such a severe situation right after waking up.

Yi Mu looked at the tall and imposing man in front of him, even while kneeling, and said softly, "Get up and look at me."

His voice was as soft and delicate as a woman's, with a whiny, coquettish quality at the end.

Bei Menlin frowned imperceptibly, stood up, and lowered his head at the same time.

He was two meters tall, which was exceptionally tall for a man from the Central Plains.

The boy in front of him was only shoulder-high, and Bei Menlin had to look down to see his face.

The boy looked up, and Bei Menlin's pupils contracted. The amazement on his face was impossible to hide and was fully revealed.

He knew that Beimen Mu was good-looking. In the past, when men had feminine features and were neither male nor female, he only thought of beauty in a vague sense.

But in just six months, this person's previously slightly rounded jawline actually developed definition.

Although not very sharp, it resembles a crescent moon that has been carefully sculpted, full when it is full and waning when it is waning.

His features are perfectly proportioned, somewhere between boyish and manly, and the moment he raises his chin, he is stunningly beautiful.

Yi Mu lifted the ambiguous red veil, raised her foot, and took a step closer to Bei Menlin.

The two were only about the size of a palm.

Bei Menlin's gaze involuntarily drifted from the boy's alluring phoenix eyes to his fan-like eyelashes.

His upturned nose lacked the ruggedness of a man, instead possessing the delicate and handsome features of a young man.

And those overly sensual lips, tender red, full and juicy, like a pomegranate presented to the palace from a vassal state, crystal clear.

In a short moment, many things appeared in Bei Menlin's mind.

His eyes couldn't leave the boy's lips, as if he were frozen in place.

Yi Mu raised his hand, stood on tiptoe, and, just as the man in front of him hoped, brought his long-cherished soft lips close to his.

The moment they made contact, Bei Menlin clenched his fist.

In the distance, there was an hourglass, with only a small amount of fine sand remaining.

Yi Mu had to get Bei Menlin into bed within the deadline.

Otherwise, the mission in this world would definitely not be completed.

Bei Menlin was not a man easily swayed by lust, and he did not like men.

The temptation only struck Bei Menlin for a moment. Once the excitement subsided, Bei Menlin gradually calmed down.

His gaze fell on the incense burner on the side. No wonder he felt weak; he had lit something to liven things up.

Even if you're desperate, there's no need to sacrifice yourself; that's too degrading.

Yi Mu's hand was pulled away, and Bei Menlin grabbed his chin, his blue eyes icy cold.

"Your Majesty, what is the meaning of this?"

Everyone's smart enough to understand what this means.

Yi Mu tilted his head, and Bei Menlin's hand missed.

My fingertips suddenly left the soft, fragrant, and warm jade, and a strange sense of loss flashed through my heart.

Unable to control his emotions, Bei Menlin became increasingly annoyed.

Yi Mu didn't give him a chance to get angry. His slender white fingers climbed up the black armor, accurately found the buckle, and clicked it open.

Even though he knew that even if he gave Beimen Mu a hundred chances, he still couldn't hurt him.

It is clearly unwise to let your guard down in front of the enemy.

Bei Menlin's armor was gradually removed, revealing his inner garment embroidered with dark patterns.

He should have stopped this strange and unpredictable young emperor, and he should have strangled Beimen Mu and sent him to his death.

But Bei Menlin's hand was held. Bei Menmu's palm was a little damp and moist, and much smaller than his own hand.

Bei Menmu took Bei Menlin's hand and walked to the dragon bed that was big enough for three or five people to lie on.

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