Yan Luo’s jet-black hair had also fallen loose, the ends curling slightly as they brushed against Jun Yulin’s cheek.
Although the situation now seemed a little precarious, looking at this scene, Jun Yulin still couldn’t help but stare blankly, swallowing hard.
He tried to sit up as well, but his little emperor shot him a sharp glare, her tone tinged with displeasure, “Don’t move.”
His movement immediately slowed. Jun Yulin blinked, looking at Yan Luo who had one hand pressing down on his shoulder.
Her phoenix eyes were half-lidded, the corners slightly seductive. Tilting her head, she spoke: “Last night, Royal Uncle said… you like me?
Jun Yulin’s body stiffened slightly.
She continued, “You said that whether it’s my cousin or those other random people, none of them are as suitable for me as you?
Jun Yulin’s eyes wavered slightly.
“And that you wanted to lock me up?”
Jun Yulin lightly licked his lips and replied solemnly, “I was drunk last night, Your Majesty. This… isn’t appropriate. Please let go.”
“Not appropriate?” Yan Luo’s lips curled slightly, and she let go.
She had seen through him. This man was just impossibly awkward. Clearly thinking dangerous thoughts, but still putting on a serious face for her. Did he need to be provoked that much?
Jun Yulin sat up and quickly adjusted his clothes, feeling the heat creeping up his ears. His lips pressed into a tight line, his eyes revealing a trace of embarrassment.
She’s always seducing him! If she kept doing this, he really wouldn’t be able to control himself!
Though he was still angry about what had happened earlier, thinking about last night—even if only a few fragmented memories—made the corners of Jun Yulin’s tightly pursed lips involuntarily curve up slightly… before he forced it down again.
“It’s getting late. Your Majesty should prepare for the morning court.”
Jun Yulin turned around and spoke sternly, seeing Yan Luo still watching him with those loose black locks and that white brocade robe from earlier.
But, Jun Yulin’s inner thought : Keep me here, please keep me here. Explain things to me!! Otherwise, I won’t forgive you!!
Yan Luo : Oh, keep acting, will you.
“I’m not attending court today,” Yan Luo leaned back slightly, her lips curled with a touch of indifference.
Jun Yulin’s body stiffened again as he heard her continue, “I didn’t sleep well yesterday. I recall Royal Uncle mentioning that the eldest son of the Zhang family studied some medicine and has decent massage skills…”
He indeed had said that, but the original version went more like this: “That Minister Zhang’s eldest son knows a bit of medicine, inherited some ancestral massage techniques, but he’s shady, has a bad reputation, and most importantly—not as good-looking as me…” and then rambled on for a while.
Well, now he’d dug his own hole, hadn’t he?
Yan Luo’s lips curled into a careless smile, “Royal Uncle must be tired from last night too. You should go back early and rest.”
As soon as she finished speaking and before she could react, a tall shadow loomed over her. Jun Yulin, face cold and violent, eyes nearly blazing with fury, squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: “I forbid it.”
A cold glint flashed in Yan Luo’s eyes as well. “Royal Uncle, aren’t you interfering a little too much with what I want to do? Besides, my birthday has passed, and the harem should also be—”
It was the first time Jun Yulin had acted so impulsively while completely sober. Staring at that mouth that just wouldn’t stop saying things that stifled him and made his chest ache, he directly leaned in and sealed it with his own.
Sweet. Soft.
Not like the fleeting touches from before, nor the hazy feeling from when he was drunk.