Such feelings were utterly unprecedented for the Female Emperor. She bit her lip, her eyes filled with grief and indignation as she stared at the fiend before her.
She feigned indifference and put on a majestic air, radiating a faint aura of dominance.
Yet her disheveled Imperial Robe and the tousled hair beneath her crown betrayed just how absurd and chaotic her inner world had become.
"What exactly are you trying to do? Let go of me at once!"
The Female Emperor snapped furiously.
Fang Yang, however, remained perfectly unruffled. He sat casually inside the Flying Carriage, holding the Female Emperor on his lap as though she were a child.
Perhaps because of her cultivation, the Female Emperor's buttocks were particularly firm, shapely, and pert.
Now, they pressed tightly against Fang Yang's thighs, seeming to sink into them. As she struggled, they swayed and rippled slightly, and Fang Yang even felt as though she were giving him a massage.
He could not help narrowing his eyes in enjoyment.
Soon, the Female Emperor also realized something was amiss. Turning around, she caught his expression, and her shame and anger intensified. Her cheeks turned completely crimson, as vivid as flowers dripping with dew.
She immediately stopped struggling, unwilling to let the fiend before her enjoy himself any longer.
Only then did Fang Yang finally open his eyes, a hint of puzzlement appearing on his face. With a smack, he lightly patted her buttocks.
He smiled and said,
"I truly never expected the illustrious Female Emperor to know how to give massages. Carry on. I really do enjoy it."
Chapter 290: Taming the Wild Horse, Riding at Full Gallop!
A massage?!
The Female Emperor froze, then instantly realized something.
Her face, which had been wearing a deliberately majestic expression, flushed even redder, as