Light spilled down like a waterfall. With his arms wrapped around Li Qingyan's waist from behind, Xu Yuan actually hesitated for a moment.
Go, or not go.
That was the question.
Their suddenly halted movements left the side chamber so silent it was as though time itself had stopped.
Xu Yuan felt he should not be like this. After all, whether in his past life or this one, he had seen plenty of grand scenes. A simple invitation like this should have been something he accepted without hesitation.
If he was afraid now, how would he ever share a quilt with them all in the future?
Yet whenever he thought of Big Ice Block looking at him so expectantly, of those eyes so clear not a speck of dust could stain them, he could not help feeling a little sorry.
The soft body in his arms twisted gently. Li Qingyan turned her narrow phoenix eyes back toward him, the hand holding his large palm through the cloth lightly kneading it. Her lips parted as she leaned to his ear, her half-smiling voice husky and enticing:
"What, I've already debased myself this far, and you still don't dare come? King of Han?"
As her words entered his ears, a corner of the bright yellow velvet gauze curtain was lifted by the wind. Half-turning her face, the woman smiled beneath the light with seductive charm, beautiful enough to steal one's soul.
Su Jinxuan. You really are disgraceful.
Perhaps Li Qingyan had secretly cultivated illusion arts as well. By the time Xu Yuan came back to himself, the woman had already led him to the window. Framed by the scenery beyond, she was as lovely as a painting. Her dragon robe had been torn into scraps scattered across the floor, and the Empress,