He lowered his eyes, his gaze filled with unwavering tenderness, and gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, then her hair.
Su Wanwan felt an urge to cry.
A gentle knife can be deadly.
His body pressed down.
It was very tall and heavy.
Beneath him, she was like a delicate, powerless kitten.
Su Wanwan pressed her hands against his chest: "We can't."
"You should go find the Queen; she is waiting for you."
Lu Xingjian chuckled coolly, lowered his head to kiss her, tenderly and lingeringly kissing her lips again and again.
Give me a kiss, ask me a question.
"Then who can?"
"Xu Peng'an?"
"Gu Ziyu?"
"Still Uncle Thirteen?"
Su Wanwan bit her lip, closed her eyes, and did not respond.
Lu Xingjian took a deep breath and hugged her tightly.
His straight, prominent nose pressed against the side of her nose, and after a moment he asked:
Why do you want a divorce?
Su Wanwan's body stiffened slightly, and her breathing became heavy.
She and Xu Peng'an agreed on their wedding night to divorce a year later, a fact known only to the two of them.
After Xu Peng'an died in battle, the matter faded away and no one mentioned it again.
Lu Xingjian actually knew about this?
Was the strange widowhood and subsequent divorce from the Xu family not long ago also orchestrated by him in secret?
He urged, "Hmm?"
The slightly rising tone at the end of the note, sexy and husky, is like honey that tempts you to fall for it.
No, no.
Su Wanwan hurriedly denied it outright.
He then asked, "If you don't like him, why marry him?"
Su Wanwan's nose stung terribly, and tears streamed down her face as she denied it again:
"There's no such thing as disliking it."
Lu Xingjian held her waist, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, kissed her eyes, and whispered:
"Wanwan, for whom are you remaining chaste?"
"tell me."
The more he pressured her, the more resistant she became.
She pushed him hard, a little angry:
"No one, I haven't kept my chastity for anyone, are you satisfied now?"
This was clearly not the answer he wanted.
However, he did not press her further, but instead went to undo her belt.
Her struggles were futile.
The room was filled with enchanting beauty.
Her scarlet jacket was casually draped over the edge of the couch, and then his brocade robe was thrown over as well, completely covering that touch of scarlet.
"My leg hurts... Don't do anything reckless."
He kissed her, she gasped for breath, her body trembling uncontrollably, yet she still tried to bring him back to his senses.
"We can't!"
Tell me, who do you like?
"Nobody." She sobbed softly.
He kissed her neck.
Su Wanwan frowned and turned her head away.
"The answer is incorrect."
He gently stroked her dark, flowing hair, yet he continued to coax her.
"Think about it again."
Su Wanwan didn't want to talk to him, so she bit her lip and turned her head to the other side.
He is really awful.
It was both humiliating and shameful.
He waited for her answer, like a beast toying with its prey, not intending to let her go easily.
His main objective was to win people's hearts and minds.
Unable to withstand his relentless pressure, Su Wanwan finally uttered two words softly:
"Xiao Bin".
The man froze for a moment, looked up at her face in disbelief, and gave a cool laugh.
"You're really great."
Su Wanwan waited for him to leave angrily as before.
However.
No.
Instead, he patiently and tenderly kissed her, from her forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips, bit by bit, carefully and gently.
"Wanwan, tell me the answer I want."
"Can't."
She refused painfully, turning her face away.
"Just tell me, please tell me, okay?"
The man's voice was terribly hoarse as he gently stroked her soft, black hair, coaxing her again and again.
"Anyway, it's not you, you fickle, dirty man who loves to frequent brothels!"
She was furious and started swearing.
The man paused, a smile playing on his lips:
Where am I dirty?
"You dare ask me about visiting a brothel during your mourning period?"
Su Wanwan spoke with righteous indignation and stern words.
The emperor observed mourning for his parents by observing days instead of months.
But the actual period of mourning is still there.
He went to a brothel before the mourning period was over. How much could he not hold back?
He kissed her lips with pleasure.
I'm in an indescribably good mood.
"Just discussing business."
Su Wanwan didn't look at him.
I don't believe it at all.
...
When Su Wanwan woke up, her mind was completely blank.
It was already broad daylight.
The argument outside grew increasingly heated.
She tried to sit up, but Lu Xingjian pulled her back down to lie down, saying, "Sleep a little longer."
Su Wanwan cried out like a frightened bird, "The Empress is outside!"
Lu Xingjian buried his sleepy face in the crook of her neck, gently inhaling her unique fragrance, his eyes still closed.
"Never mind her."
Su Wanwan was taken aback by his recklessness and hurriedly tried to sit up.
"No, it would be terrible if someone found out."
Lu Xingjian chuckled softly, then kissed her lips again, lingering tenderly for a while.
Su Wanwan was like a startled fawn; all her romantic thoughts vanished.
She pounded on his back, trying to break free from his hold.
The man pushed her hands above her head, opened her palms, and slowly squeezed his fingers together, their ten fingers interlocking tightly.
Su Wanwan was almost going crazy.
Extreme shame and panic alternated, as if they were going to tear her to pieces.
She bit her lip tightly, afraid of making the slightest sound and alerting anyone to anything amiss.
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