A woman fresh from a lover's embrace possesses an unwitting, seductive charm in her eyes.
Little did she know, begging for mercy in a matter like this would only stoke a man's desire to torment her further.
Zhao Mingyan stated bluntly, "It doesn't matter if you can't."
It seemed there was no room for negotiation.
Ji Qingwu pouted, trying to press her case.
"Your Majesty, this should be an act of mutual pleasure. It's better when both parties are willing."
Zhao Mingyan said, "One-sided passion can have its own special thrill, don't you think, Ah Wu?"
Ji Qingwu didn't dare to answer. 'That question is a trap.'
Zhao Mingyan leaned in, pressing a hand he had just rinsed in cold water against the side of her neck. The chill made her flinch.
He asked gently, "What's wrong? Let me have a look."
'How could she possibly let him see?' Ji Qingwu shook her head and said in a huff, "You don't need to look. I'm fine now."
