Jun Yulin’s fluffy head rubbed against Yan Luo’s neck before finally calling out softly, “Luoluo…”
It seemed like he was about to start rambling again.
But this time, he didn’t say much—just complained a little about the ministers’ proposals—then that wolfish paw reached for the front of her robes.
His body was rubbing and nuzzling against hers.
From past experience, once this guy rubbed against her and mumbled a bit, he’d usually fall asleep. So Yan Luo didn’t think too much of it.
Until—
Her chest was suddenly cupped, kneaded skillfully, and hot lips and tongue wandered wantonly.
It was only then, when she realized this man showed no sign of getting sleepy, that Yan Luo stared wide-eyed in shock. He had already stripped most of their clothes off in a flash.
His lips pressed down at that moment, his body following, muffling Yan Luo’s cry of pain.
There was not a trace of alcohol in his kiss.
He was clearly acting!
She’d wondered why the ‘honest Xiao Gege’ from earlier suddenly felt so much like his sober self—there was barely any of that cute mumbling, and all he did was get handsy the moment he got close. Big liar!! Rotten scoundrel!!
Meanwhile, Jun Yulin, who had finally gotten his wish, smiled with innocent smugness, stating that he had never actually said he drank any wine today.
Passionate heat intertwined and lingered through the night.
The next morning, the usually diligent little emperor naturally didn’t attend court.
And the ministers, who during this time had begun to get a clearer sense of the Regent’s intentions, could only click their tongues in vague understanding as they left the palace in their own sedan chairs.
At this moment, Yan Luo was dozing off on Jun Yulin’s arm, dazed and drowsy, while Jun Yulin’s lips curved in satisfied contentment. It was the first time he had relaxed like this without the help of alcohol.
To him, this little one in his arms was like fine wine: rich, intoxicating, irresistible. She made him lose control and willingly sink into her.
In his heart, he could only keep silently repeating: I really like you. I truly, really like you. You said you liked me too. You can’t go back on your word.
Everyone else had someone. And when he was all alone, he finally met her. He didn’t like being alone, as it was cold and lonely. It reminded him too much of his younger years, studying far away all by himself, swallowed by days of solitude. After he finally returned with his skills perfected, all he found was a broken home and ruined family. As for kinship—he honestly didn’t feel much. It had always been too distant. He couldn’t even clearly recall his parents’ faces.
He only remembered his father once instructing him not to show emotions, to be the pillar of the nation, to ensure Great Yan would prosper…
But the martial world was vast, and the court chaotic. There was nowhere one could truly settle.
Like he’d said before, he didn’t like being alone. But no one else had ever caught his eye.
Looking at the peacefully sleeping Yan Luo in his arms, a gentle warmth filled his eyes.
Thankfully, in the end, there was a place where his heart could find rest.
And then?
Then he got thoroughly scolded by Yan Luo once she woke up.
Using the pretense of drunkenness to lower her guard—how sneaky could he be!
The tricked emperor resolved to counterattack that evening!
But after several days of attempts, she finally discovered… when it came to the Regent Prince—whose martial skills were unfathomable and whose scheming was endless—
Counterattack in this dimension… was simply impossible, not in this lifetime.
And in this dimension, ‘counterattacking’ could only mean being pounced on again… and again…
After several consecutive days of this, Yan Luo’s initial enthusiasm turned to horror as she pleaded, “Don’t come any closer…”
She was truly pitiful.