Jiang Jingyi's expression tightened, and the teasing look finally vanished from her face as she abruptly turned her head.
"Lin Heng, I think we can discuss this."
"Discuss? I think, Sister Female Emperor, we should make the most of this fleeting spring night. Whatever you have to say can wait until after we've thoroughly gotten to know each other."
[Today, I have to shoulder this responsibility.]
[( `ヮ′) And I have to make Sister Female Emperor personally pry open the imperial clam...]
Lin Heng's gaze fell on Jiang Jingyi's exposed, fair, soft, tender legs, as though he saw the character for "duty," then the character for "responsibility."
Those filthy, lewd thoughts of his reached Jiang Jingyi's ears, making her furious.
A dog of a man was still a dog of a man—his head was full of nothing but filthy things.
"Lin Heng, are you really going to have a contest with me?"
"Only if this Emperor agrees may you plow the field. If I don't agree, you can't force it."
"Hmph. Times have changed. I, Lin Heng, should have taken charge and enjoyed life long ago."
"If Sister Female Emperor serves me properly, I'll certainly treat you gently. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?"
"I can't guarantee, Sister Jiang, whether you'll be able to get out of bed for a while afterward."
Bastard. Was he threatening her with something like that?
(〃＞皿＜) Looks like Xiao Linzi had forgotten the terror of being ruled by scissors.
The two stared each other down from afar, and the atmosphere gradually turned taut as drawn swords.
Very quickly, the two erupted into a heaven-shaking, earth-rattling clash on the spot, as though they were fighting to the death.
Lin Ziqing and Jiang Zhao sensed the powerful fluctuations. They merely cast a glance over, then said nothing more.
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