Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
However, Xia Ling had come to this world.
The strategy was her main task. She naturally knew which was more important.
She looked at him, and their gazes met.
Her phoenix-like eyes had a soft smile, and her gaze moved around, causing Ji Wenyuan to be absent-minded.
She hooked her arm around Ji Wenyuan’s neck, and in the next moment, she pulled the man onto the bed, turning around and pressing him onto the bed.
The red veil was faintly discernible. The man’s figure was very good, and this way of dressing was also very attractive.
The originally gentle and holy Ji Wenyuan was willing to degenerate, putting on these kinds of clothes and being so intimate with Xia Ling.
His entire person appeared demonic. Xia Ling looked at him with a smile and directly pressed him down, biting his thin lips.
Previously, he was the one who pressed her down, but this time, she pressed him down on the bed and leaned over to kiss him, teasing him.
From the neck to the collarbone, then down.
Ji Wenyuan looked at her, his eyes dark, and his body was being teased by her bit by bit until it was burning hot.
“Your Majesty, you haven’t answered me yet.”
Xia Ling frowned. “Why are you so unlovable? Can’t you see that I let Lin Lang go to provoke you to come here?”
After biting him, she smiled charmingly and spoke as if she did not care about his scheme at all.
Ji Wenyuan endured the pain.
Xia Ling did not bite him hard. After biting him, she let go and only left a bright red mark on his neck.
After a moment of silence, she looked at the crafty expression in the woman’s phoenix eyes.
Ji Wenyuan said, “His Majesty is really good at scheming!”
He held the woman’s waist and turned around to press her under him again.
Her scheme was not serious. He had already started the plan ahead of time.
Perhaps the day would change when they left the Chunlu Palace.
“Minister Ji, do you still dare to say that you don’t like me now?” Xia Ling looked at him as he pressed her down.
There was a smile in her phoenix-like eyes. Her gaze was moving and very intriguing.
Ji Wenyuan looked at her proud and beautiful eyes again and again. His gaze was deep.
It was as if he wanted to imprint her smile at this moment into his mind.
“Yes, I like Your Majesty,” Ji Wenyuan said as he kissed her again and closed his eyes.
He entwined her lips and tongue, then imitated her and kissed her neck that was half as white as a swan.
“Don’t leave any marks, or I’ll kick you down,” Xia Ling ordered.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Ji Wenyuan smiled and raised his head.
He didn’t want him to leave any marks. He had more places on this beautiful body that he could carefully play with.
Her legs were well-proportioned and snow-white. Every time he looked at them, Ji Wenyuan’s body was burning hot.
They were soft and delicate, and he couldn’t put them down.
Neon Phoenix seemed to be a beautiful creature created by God to charm all living beings. Usually, it was thanks to the dragon robe that her figure was covered and not a single bit of skin was exposed.
Otherwise, he would have lost control long ago.
…
Xia Ling lay lazily on the bed. Ji Wenyuan cherished her very much.
He served her comfortably and then brought her to the peak of pleasure again and again.
Did Xia Ling pass out from exhaustion or was she drugged by Ji Wenyuan?
She could not remember clearly.
*
When she woke up, she had washed herself clean and put on a well-fitting shirt.
Lin Lang and a few female generals were locked beside her. Their faces were pale, and there was blood in the gaps of their armor. The pungent smell of blood could be smelled.
Seeing her wake up, Lin Lang was first angry.
“Your Majesty! You’re finally awake! Your Majesty, that scoundrel Ji Wenyuan didn’t poison you, did he?”
“Poison? Why would he poison me?” Xia Ling frowned.
She looked puzzled, but seeing Lin Lang and this close female general, she already understood.
