No longer satisfied with just scratching the surface.
Qin Ge's breathing became slightly labored, and her body stiffened.
Jun Chenbi seemed dissatisfied with his stiffness, and his long, slender hand, which had been resting on Qin Ge's waist, touched something else, forcing Qin Ge to obediently let him kiss him.
Tyrants are born without the concept of humility; whatever they want, they must get.
Inside the palace, where candlelight flickered, the palace servants around them blushed and their hearts pounded, yet they all kept their heads down, not daring to peek at the emperor and empress even slightly.
A pale white hand rested on the chest of the emperor's light gold dragon robe, and a soft, slightly hoarse voice, its breath slightly unsteady, said: "Your Majesty..."
Qin Ge's lips were kissed and sucked until they were bright red, like a rose that had been crushed and was about to bleed.
Jun Chenbi's phoenix eyes seemed to glow with a blood-red hue, a hint of displeasure at being pushed away flashing across them. His voice was deep, with a rising tone at the end: "Hmm?"
Qin Ge tasted a faint metallic, bloody flavor in his mouth. He pursed his bright red, blood-red lips and said to Jun Chenbi, "Your Majesty, I can hardly breathe."
The tyrant didn't know much about kissing.
There was absolutely no skill involved; it was all instinct.
He was left covered in wounds and unable to breathe, nearly suffocating...
Qin Ge felt that kissing him was torture.
His words were clearly a subtle, implicit accusation, carrying a faint hint of resentment.
However, it was clear that Jun Chenbi had misunderstood his meaning.
The young emperor, dressed in a light gold dragon robe, raised his long, dark eyebrows: "My beloved consort, are you praising me for being so capable?"
Qin Ge: "..."
Actually, that's not the case...
Your Majesty, do you perhaps have some misunderstanding about yourself?
Qin Ge remained expressionless.
Meeting Qin Ge's calm gaze, Jun Chenbi showed no guilt whatsoever. He wrapped his arms around his beloved concubine's waist, as if promising, "I will be gentler next time."
Qin Ge: "..."
Want to do it again next time?
Is this what they mean by someone who's bad at cooking but has a huge addiction to it?
Qin Ge thought with a headache, if she couldn't refuse next time, should she just lie down... oh, no, guide her a little?
He's at least someone who's been in a relationship before.
He is far more experienced than a tyrant.
Just as Qin Ge was lost in his fantasies, Jun Chenbi suddenly lifted his chin with his long fingers, his powerful and noble gaze falling on his elegant face, and said in an unyielding tone, "Consort Xian, how about you serve me tonight?"
Although it was a question, there was little intention to discuss it with him.
Qin Ge's gaze narrowed slightly for a moment.
To serve in bed?
Wouldn't that expose his cross-dressing?
That's the crime of deceiving the emperor!
In ancient times, tyrants held the power of life and death. Qin Ge did not want to risk his life by betting that the emperor who had been kissing him tenderly just moments before would turn ruthless and kill him the next moment after learning his identity.
Perhaps, in Jun Chenbi's eyes, she was a woman, a concubine he had brought into his harem, someone he could kiss and sleep with as he pleased, without needing any feelings.
But he is not a woman.
Oh, it might be even bigger than him when you take it out.
Let's set aside whether Jun Chenbi can accept this truth for now.
As for Qin Ge himself—
He wouldn't sleep with her without an emotional foundation.
Although Jun Chenbi actually fits his aesthetic and taste quite well...
However, in the feudal and conservative ancient times, challenging etiquette and law, especially when the other party was the emperor, was obviously a dead end. After weighing the pros and cons, Qin Ge decided that it was better to avoid having a relationship with him that was not that of a subject and ruler.
Therefore, the plan to fake his death and leave the palace must be put into action as soon as possible.
As for tonight...
It's also easy to dodge.
Qin Ge said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid that won't work."
For the first time in his life, he considered having someone serve him in bed, but was refused. The emperor's beautiful and elegant features suddenly darkened, his eyes revealing a hint of violent red, and his tone was fierce: "What, you don't want to?"
Qin Ge wasn't afraid of his violent and cruel appearance at all, and calmly said:
"It's not that I'm unwilling, it's that I can't."
"Your Majesty, I... have started menstruating."
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