It wasn’t the first time Jun Yulin had smelled this delicate fragrance, nor the first time he’d been this close to it. Howeverm waking up with arms full of warm softness, with a delicate hand resting on his waist—this was a first.
The sky hadn’t yet brightened. With his exceptional martial skills and excellent night vision, Jun Yulin only had to lower his head to see a small figure nestled in his arms, sleeping soundly.
This feeling… hmm, it was his little emperor.
For a moment, the shock left Jun Yulin’s mind blank, a little dazed.
He pressed his lips tightly together, frowned, and tried to recall what had happened yesterday.
He had returned early to handle official duties so he could free up his evening to watch over the little emperor as she slept. Then he heard someone had gone to serve her in bed. Though he knew she had kicked them out, he still felt incredibly angry.
The desire to lock her away surged to its peak.
Although she would definitely resent being locked up now, once he dealt with Lu Yan and cleared up everything, it wouldn’t matter how much she resisted, she would still be his.
As for other messy tricks, he had tried them but they didn’t work at all. At this point, Jun Yulin was forced to admit something.
What he had always believed to be a guaranteed victory had only ever relied on the fact that the little emperor used to like him. But now… he wasn’t so sure. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking anymore.
That was why he felt more and more restless and agitated.
And then…?
A trace of confusion flickered in Jun Yulin’s eyes. He didn’t want to go to the palace and see the little emperor who only made his thoughts more chaotic. But he also couldn’t sleep at all.
So he remembered that drinking made him feel excited for a short while and then sleepy. He locked the door and drank some wine.
Then his memories became fragmented… he vaguely remembered pinning the little emperor down, kissing and rubbing against her.
Jun Yulin : “…”
Just then, Yan Luo let out a soft whimper in his arms and shifted slightly. Jun Yulin’s breath caught—the heat rising from his abdomen—and then he saw her fluttering lashes move gently like butterfly wings before her eyes slowly opened.
Just waking up, the girl’s eyes still held a dazed glimmer, even a bit of dewiness. She glanced at Jun Yulin, and her brows knitted slightly.
The little hand draped over his waist suddenly tightened and pinched the soft flesh there with a twist.
*Hiss—* Not expecting such a move right after she woke up, Jun Yulin took the hit completely off guard and sucked in a sharp breath.
Then, looking at the little emperor in front of him whose lips were curved into a faint smile, he heard her speak:
“Royal Uncle, do you want to explain what exactly is going on here?”
Jun Yulin : “…”
The dark thoughts in his heart were instantly suppressed. His mouth went dry as he opened it to speak, “I drank a bit last night… couldn’t control myself.”
“Oh? You couldn’t control yourself and wandered into my sleeping quarters?” Yan Luo smiled sweetly, and as he paused awkwardly, she continued leisurely, “And what’s with you showing up every night—and even at noon—when I’m sleeping, standing guard like that?”
Jun Yulin : “……??!!”
His expression didn’t change, but from this close, Yan Luo could clearly see the flash of shock and confusion in his eyes. He looked genuinely lost.
She then slowly pushed herself up to sit. The thin brocade quilt slid down from her shoulders.