Lin Feilu cleverly grasped the hidden meaning from his smile and suddenly felt like she was going to mentally give up, “Your Majesty, you still have to go to court tomorrow!”
He walked towards her, and when he passed by the sandalwood hanger, he took off a blue chiffon outerwear for her.
Lin Feilu retreated backwards as he approached step by step and asked with a low voice that coupled with a smile, “Didn’t the Princess say something along the lines of ‘the night of spring is bitterly short, so the Emperor will no longer attend the morning court’?”
She retreated to the corner, hugged her towel tightly to her frame and painstakingly added, “That’s what a foolish Emperor does! Does Your Majesty want to imitate a foolish ruler?”
Song Jinglan was already approaching her steadily. Once he was before her, his figure pressed down towards hers, covering her completely. He lowered his head and spoke in a voice that was as soft as a sigh, “The Princess is already in my arms, so what’s wrong with imitating the acts of a foolish Emperor?”
Lin Feilu, “…”
After a while, she heard him laugh as he handed the outerwear to her, “Put it on.”
Lin Feilu expressed her utmost disdain, “It’s so transparent— what’s the difference between wearing this and not wearing it?”
Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows slightly, “Then don’t wear it?”
Lin Feilu took the chiffon outerwear from him and turned around, leaving him with the sight of her slender and beautiful back. After quickly drying off the water droplets on her body, she hurriedly put the garment on.
The turquoise-blue fabric was light and thin. Like the night covered in a layer of fog, her hazy yet graceful beauty was even more enticing and was a sight to behold.
Song Jinglan’s eyes darkened, and he scrutinised her from top to bottom with scorching eyes. In the end, he still considered her physical strength, did nothing to her, and princess-carried her to bed.
Lin Feilu felt that she hadn’t been this tired in a long time. It was as if she had gone back in time to when she started learning martial arts with Noble Consort Xi as a child.
Although she was no master, she had practised martial arts for many years, so she assumed that her physical strength was still pretty good! Why was she so weak compared to him? And yet, he’s still moving about, so how was she exhausted to this extent?!
Holding onto that thought, she laid in his arms and fell into a deep slumber.
Although the two had been in close contact and exchanged many physical intimacies for a long time, it was the first time that they actually spent the night on the same bed. Although Song Jinglan was one who ignored legal principles and dogma, he was still willing to abide by those rigid etiquettes and customs when it came to matters related to Lin Feilu.
Hearing the sound of her deep breathing in his arms, he lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly.
Eyebrows, nose, lips, chin— did he mention lips? Every feature of hers was traced with a kiss.
And they belonged to him and him alone.
He even wanted to have her in his bones, become one with himself and never be separated. However, he looked at her quiet and well-behaved sleeping face of hers and merely kissed her closed eyes lightly.
Early the following day, Lin Feilu was still asleep, whereas Song Jinglan was ready to attend to the morning court.
Having an inkling that he was going to leave, she hugged his waist and did not let go. She buried herself in his arms and acted coquettishly despite being in a half-asleep state, “Stay with me…”
Lin Feilu cleverly grasped the hidden meaning from his smile and suddenly felt like she was going to mentally give up, “Your Majesty, you still have to go to court tomorrow!”
He walked towards her, and when he passed by the sandalwood hanger, he took off a blue chiffon outerwear for her.
Lin Feilu retreated backwards as he approached step by step and asked with a low voice that coupled with a smile, “Didn’t the Princess say something along the lines of ‘the night of spring is bitterly short, so the Emperor will no longer attend the morning court’?”
She retreated to the corner, hugged her towel tightly to her frame and painstakingly added, “That’s what a foolish Emperor does! Does Your Majesty want to imitate a foolish ruler?”
Song Jinglan was already approaching her steadily. Once he was before her, his figure pressed down towards hers, covering her completely. He lowered his head and spoke in a voice that was as soft as a sigh, “The Princess is already in my arms, so what’s wrong with imitating the acts of a foolish Emperor?”
Lin Feilu, “…”
After a while, she heard him laugh as he handed the outerwear to her, “Put it on.”
Lin Feilu expressed her utmost disdain, “It’s so transparent— what’s the difference between wearing this and not wearing it?”
Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows slightly, “Then don’t wear it?”
Lin Feilu took the chiffon outerwear from him and turned around, leaving him with the sight of her slender and beautiful back. After quickly drying off the water droplets on her body, she hurriedly put the garment on.
The turquoise-blue fabric was light and thin. Like the night covered in a layer of fog, her hazy yet graceful beauty was even more enticing and was a sight to behold.
Song Jinglan’s eyes darkened, and he scrutinised her from top to bottom with scorching eyes. In the end, he still considered her physical strength, did nothing to her, and princess-carried her to bed.
Lin Feilu felt that she hadn’t been this tired in a long time. It was as if she had gone back in time to when she started learning martial arts with Noble Consort Xi as a child.
Although she was no master, she had practised martial arts for many years, so she assumed that her physical strength was still pretty good! Why was she so weak compared to him? And yet, he’s still moving about, so how was she exhausted to this extent?!
Holding onto that thought, she laid in his arms and fell into a deep slumber.
Although the two had been in close contact and exchanged many physical intimacies for a long time, it was the first time that they actually spent the night on the same bed. Although Song Jinglan was one who ignored legal principles and dogma, he was still willing to abide by those rigid etiquettes and customs when it came to matters related to Lin Feilu.
Hearing the sound of her deep breathing in his arms, he lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly.
Eyebrows, nose, lips, chin— did he mention lips? Every feature of hers was traced with a kiss.
And they belonged to him and him alone.
He even wanted to have her in his bones, become one with himself and never be separated. However, he looked at her quiet and well-behaved sleeping face of hers and merely kissed her closed eyes lightly.
Early the following day, Lin Feilu was still asleep, whereas Song Jinglan was ready to attend to the morning court.
Having an inkling that he was going to leave, she hugged his waist and did not let go. She buried herself in his arms and acted coquettishly despite being in a half-asleep state, “Stay with me…”
