Xie Wanqing didn’t intend to play with him, but obviously, His Majesty the Emperor was very willing to be played.
He held her hand, guiding it into his collar, and smiled as he kissed her.
The muscles beneath his palm were firm and powerful, hot, scorching...
Xie Wanqing swallowed, intrigued, and began to undress him on her own.
Scars on a man from the military are eternal badges of honor.
Lu Ziyuan, of course, had scars.
Not many, and their color was very light; given his status, he must have used the finest scar ointment after being wounded.
Only one scar on his back remained clearly visible despite the use of ointment.
It must have been a bone-deep wound at the time.
Xie Wanqing knew that this was the injury he received at seventeen when he was ordered to leave the Capital to investigate a case.
During their newlywed period in a previous life, seeing the scars on his body pained her immensely.
At that time, shyness prevailed, and she dared not look at his body too closely; but now, having borne him a child, there was nothing she didn’t dare to see.
She dared not only to look but also to reach out and touch.
Thus, Xie Wanqing discovered that even though a lifetime had passed, seeing this scar again, she still felt some heartache.
The heartache in her eyes was unconcealed and openly displayed, and then, she gently kissed it.
Instantly, Lu Ziyuan’s breath paused, his back tensed.
Xie Wanqing lightly raised her eyelids and smirked, "Isn’t this playing?"
"..." Lu Ziyuan remained silent for a moment, his voice hoarse, "If you’re going to play, play to the end, don’t tease halfway and leave me hanging."
Clearly, he had some shadows in his mind.
Xie Wanqing felt no guilt, contemplated for a moment, then wrapped her arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his jaw.
Lingering for a while, she gently slid down to his neck.
Finally, kissing his slightly protruding Adam’s apple.
Feeling his increasingly tensed muscles, she decisively pressed his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed.
At this moment, it was obvious who couldn’t resist a tease.
Xie Wanqing straddled his waist and abdomen, her delicate hand resting on his chest, smiling as she looked at him, "How do you want me to play?"
"..." Lu Ziyuan maintained his gaze on the mischievously smiling girl above him, remaining silent.
If he were a bit fiercer, Xie Wanqing probably wouldn’t have felt much.
But she couldn’t stand this man’s dainty wife look, so she pressed his chest, "Speak, how do you want me to play?"
"Wanwan," Lu Ziyuan held her wrist, his eyes filled densely with love, "...kiss me."
His clothes had been stripped bare by her; lying obediently on the bed, at her mercy, he appeared completely harmless.
Xie Wanqing was somewhat captivated; she pursed her lips, cupped his face, and kissed him.
How could there be such a contradictory man?
This was the boy she had known since childhood.
He was cold, arrogant, exclusive, stubborn, and domineering.
In dreams, he was even cruel and ruthless.
Yet, her girlish affection was for him, her youthful crush was him.
He was the first person she loved.
They endured misunderstandings, hardships, injuries, and now, after all the twists and turns, they found each other again.
A broken mirror can perhaps be restored.
But the cracks still remain.
Many things cannot be mentioned.
Such as the existence of Pei Yuqing.
She didn’t even dare to ask, nor know whether he had found out about Pei Yuqing visiting Bianzhou four years ago when she gave birth.
They are still in love, she certainly loves him.
But never can they return to the purity of sixteen.
At that time, all she had in her heart and eyes was him alone.
And now...