With no one else in the study, Yi Mu relaxed and leaned back, adopting a leisurely posture.
What brings you here?
He never put on airs in front of Bei Menlin.
Bei Menlin had just seen the Empress's beaming face and overheard her maid congratulating the woman, saying that the Emperor had finally come to his senses. He then realized that Bei Menmu was going to the Empress's palace.
The thought of Yi Mu going to other women and saying nice things to them made him feel uncomfortable.
He walked up to Yi Mu, put his arm around his waist, lifted him up from the bright yellow couch, and sat down on him instead.
Yi Mu didn't understand what he meant by doing this.
He has already reached an agreement with Beimen Lin to give him the throne four years later.
He's sitting in a seat reserved for the emperor. What does he want to do?
Bei Menlin lifted his shirt and patted his muscular thighs.
Although no words were spoken, the meaning was clear.
Yi Mu is still the emperor, and Bei Menlin's actions clearly carry a sense of humiliation.
Only lowly male prostitutes would casually sit on a man's lap.
Bei Menlin is now the most powerful person in the court and among the people, so Yi Mu can understand his arrogance.
But putting aside Yi Mu's current identity as the supreme emperor, even if he were just an ordinary man, he wouldn't sit on a man's lap before confirming that they truly love each other.
He stared at Bei Menlin for a long time, making sure he wasn't joking and was deliberately trying to intimidate him. A smile slowly crept onto his lips.
His Majesty the Emperor is not a cold-faced person, but as an emperor, he does not smile often.
The palace maids had only ever seen the Emperor's smiling face in the Imperial Concubine's palace; it was a face of childlike innocence and naivety.
Yi Mu's smile at this moment was almost seductive; he used his still-innocent face to tempt the man in front of him.
Instead of sitting on Bei Menlin's lap, he put the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk aside, sat down at the desk, and faced Bei Menlin.
Bei Menlin raised an eyebrow. "I'm hot. Come here, I'll hold you and warm you up."
Yi Mu didn't reply. He took off his bright yellow soft boots embroidered with dragon patterns, lifted one foot, and asked Bei Menlin with a smile.
"What does Your Majesty think of my feet?"
This was the first time Yi Mu had referred to himself as "朕" (Zhen, the imperial "I") since the two had shared a night of passion at the Dragon's Lair.
He always addressed me by my name normally, and Bei Menlin didn't think there was anything different about it. But when he heard this unfamiliar way of addressing me, he immediately felt something was wrong.
Yimu's feet were neither like a man's nor as small as a woman's.
Bei Menlin was not particular about etiquette when he was on campaign, and it was common for him to bathe with his soldiers.
The army is full of men, and when they take a shower, the smell is... well, let's not even go there.
The man's body was covered in thick, dark hair, like a bear, not only on his legs but also on his toes.
Men's feet are like big fans, with thick, heavy joints and bulging veins, completely devoid of any aesthetic appeal.
However, Yimu's feet were delicate and fair, without a single hair on them.
The big toe is slightly upturned, while the other toes are obediently curled up. The toes are pink and have cute crescent moons on them.
In Yi Mu's ears, Bei Menlin's breathing became heavier, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
Is it pretty?
Bei Menlin followed his toes all the way to his eyes.
"what you up to?"
Yi Mu leaned down, his devilish face only a centimeter away from his, "What does Your Highness wish me to do?"
Bei Menlin reached out, trying to put his arm around Yi Mu's head, but Yi Mu dodged.
He placed his foot between Bei Menlin's legs and gently lowered it.
The moment Bei Menlin's feet touched the ground, he knew what the man was planning to do.
Whether it was anger or something else, he grabbed Yi Mu's foot, his face darkening, and asked coldly, "Have I been too lenient with you?"
Yi Mu tilted his head slightly and gently kicked Bei Menlin in the chest with his toe. His eyes were like sharp knives, and he was entangled in a thousand threads of romance with Bei Menlin.
"Don't you want to?" He even started combing his hair excitedly.
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