Light cascaded down as Xu Yuan wrapped his arms around Li Qingyan's waist from behind, and for a moment, he actually hesitated.
Go, or not go.
That was the question.
Their movements suddenly stilled, and the side chamber became so quiet it was as though time itself had stopped.
Xu Yuan felt he shouldn't be like this. After all, whether in his past life or this one, he had seen his share of grand occasions. A simple invitation like this—accepting it in one breath—would have been normal.
If he was scared off now, how would he ever share one great quilt with them all in the future?
Yet whenever he thought of Big Ice Block gazing at him so longingly, whenever he remembered those eyes so clear they seemed untouched by a single speck of dust, he could not bear it.
The delicate body in his arms shifted lightly. Li Qingyan turned her narrow phoenix eyes back toward him, her hand clasping his large one through the fabric and gently kneading it. Her lips parted as she leaned close to his ear, her teasing, seductive voice husky:
"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 imperial-yellow velvet gauze curtain was lifted by the wind. The woman's half-turned face wore a bewitching smile beneath the light, beautiful enough to steal one's soul away.
Su Jinxuan. How embarrassing you are.
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, the lattice window made her beauty seem like a painting. Her dragon robe had been torn into scraps scattered across the