Jun Chenbi was leaning against the couch, her posture languid. At this moment, her brows were tightly furrowed. Under the dim light of the luminous pearl, her beauty was stunning, and a red mark seemed to be folded between her brows, adding a touch of bewitching ferocity.
Clearly, the tyrant has no intention of changing his posture at this moment.
Unable to calm her slightly rapid, hot breaths, Qin Ge knelt on the couch and went behind Jun Chenbi.
The burning fingertips landed on both sides of the man's temples and gently pressed.
The faint, cool, and bitter medicinal scent emanating from the boy's snow-white wrist beneath his sleeves had always relieved his unbearable headaches. But today, it was mixed with a subtle, sweet fragrance.
Unlike usual.
Jun Chenbi opened her bewitching phoenix eyes and grasped Qin Ge's hand in return.
Given Qin Ge's current condition, how could he possibly withstand a fight?
A few blue veins appeared on the back of his hand, which was as white as jade.
They were in a hurry to break free from the tyrant's grasp.
It just didn't work out.
Qin Ge's restrained voice carried a hint of doubt: "...Your Majesty?"
Jun Chenbi noticed something was wrong with his voice, pulled him closer, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Qin Ge never expected the tyrant to make such a sudden move, and was thrown onto him by the wrist!
She collapsed into his arms!
That point, on the verge of collapse, was struck hard.
He was almost intoxicated by the cool, faint scent of ambergris emanating from Jun Chenbi, forgetting or not wanting to remember it for a moment.
Jun Chenbi seemed unaware of how intimate their posture was, and did not push away the boy who had fallen into her arms.
The top scholar, dressed in a scarlet official robe, had exquisitely handsome features, a radiant complexion, and thin, bright red lips. His jade crown was slightly askew, and a few strands of hair peeked out from his temples, looking slightly disheveled yet still beautiful...
Qin Ge's eyes glazed over for a moment, and he was slightly out of breath. He gradually came back to his senses after Jun Chenbi's question. He clenched his fist in his sleeve, forcing himself to calm down. After a few seconds of silence, he answered evasively, "This humble subject is unwell and lost his composure for a moment. Please forgive me, Your Majesty. This subject... this subject will rise now..."
He was getting up when, halfway up, his body went limp, his legs slipped, and he knocked the tyrant onto the bed—
Lips collide with a cool, soft touch!
This pounce, this collision, this pressure, this bump—it was like a thunderbolt striking a raging fire!
Qin Ge was completely overwhelmed by reason and couldn't resist the temptation, so she kissed the tyrant's lips...
Jun Chenbi, who was pinned down by the top scholar, had a hint of surprise flash in her beautiful phoenix eyes, and slowly reached out to grasp the boy's slender waist...
The Dragon Palace, which was originally filled with a strong stench of blood, was gradually replaced by a decadent and somber atmosphere...
Outside the magnificent palace gates, Eunuch Xia paced anxiously, whisk in hand, muttering to himself, "I wonder how His Majesty is, whether the top scholar will make it... His Majesty's headache flared up today, but that fool still dared to rush in front of him. Such a person is no loss, but the top scholar is His Majesty's handpicked pillar of the nation! What if His Majesty's headache flares up and he loses his mind, stabbing the top scholar to death with his sword? What will we do then? Oh dear!"
The more Eunuch Xia spoke, the more frightened he became by his own terrifying conjecture, and his expression changed several times. "No! I have to hear it..."
He pressed his ear against the palace door.
Then, his face turned red.
…
After a while, Eunuch Xia suddenly slapped his thigh, "Oh dear, this, this, this isn't..."
"Isn't that absurd?!"
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