"If you keep squirming, I'll have you castrated!"
Lu Yanting's voice was extremely hoarse. His lips and teeth clung to that delicate, vulnerable skin as an uncontrollable longing rose in his heart.
He wanted... he wanted to swallow him whole, where no one else could even glimpse him...
Trapped beneath him, Jian Ran seemed to sense the danger too. His body trembled as he curled up slightly and cried out the line he would find disgusting for the rest of his life.
"Your Majesty, don't-"
Blegh-
Fuck, I want to puke!
Just kill me.
Later, Jian Ran figured that the only reason Lu Yanting dared to keep filming the bed scene was that Sheng Le was in the Prince of Zhennan's coffin, so the prince wouldn't get so horny that he came looking for a substitute.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have filmed this passionate scene even under threat of death.
The scene was good, sure, but if a ghost possessed someone halfway through, wouldn't that be one hell of a loss?!
"Cut!" Yu Hong shouted excitedly, his eyes still fixed on the monitor as he savored the scene that had been erotic without being vulgar.
As expected of an award-winning actor, he had captured the emotions perfectly. Even through the curtains, the crazed possessiveness spilling across the screen was palpable.
If this scene made it onto the screen, it would definitely become a classic!
Ever since the Empress's evil spirit had been exorcised and Sheng Le's soul recovered, Southern City had become much more peaceful.
The Lu Family's curse had been lifted, but the others were still in the dark. They had simply woken up one morning feeling inexplicably lighter.
Of course, there were exceptions.
When Lu Yuhuan woke from his drunken stupor, his entire body ached as though he were