[Fantasy] The Captive Concubine's Tale (Complete) - 5

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Chapter 41, The Second Time Stealing Fragrance (H)

This was the second time.

Emperor Xu Li sat by Ming Ruo's bedside, his large hand tenderly stroking her small face. A faint glimmer of tears shone in his deep purple phoenix eyes, making him unbelievably alluring. She was finally by his side. All that remained was her heart. He would make her willingly stay by his side for all eternity, never leaving him, never thinking of anything else.

Duanmu Yun was merely a small interlude in her long life; the one who would ultimately walk hand in hand with her had to be him, and only him.

With slender fingers, Mingruo untied the plain white sash. She wasn't wearing palace attire; the sash at her chest was loosened, and the layers of clothing immediately fell away—this was a silk skirt specially ordered by Emperor Xuli to be sent to her. The workmanship was exquisite, the fabric precious snow silk brocade, worn only by Emperor Xuli and herself. Snow silk was rare, and the brocade weaving technique was a secret of the Yuchun Hall in Jiangnan. All the emperors' robes and casual wear were made by Yuchun Hall, and Mingruo was the first person besides the emperor to wear snow silk brocade. When Emperor

Xuli ordered Yuchun Hall to rush the production of women's clothing overnight, his only requirement was that it be easy to untie. Although the skirt appeared layered and complicated to put on and take off, it was actually just a thin sash—the soul of the skirt. Once it was pulled away, her entire delicate figure would be immediately revealed.

However, Mingruo was completely unaware of this.

Her skirt billowed open, revealing a crimson bodice beneath. Xu Lidi's deep purple eyes slowly darkened, his beautiful, almost unbelievable gaze fixed on the mandarin ducks playing in the water depicted on the bodice. The two birds, necks intertwined, slept tenderly, their bodies rippling with a soft, lifelike quality—clearly a loving couple.

With a flick of his wrist, the ribbon snapped. The thin bodice became a tantalizingly revealing fabric, barely concealing her cleavage, with a glimpse of tender flesh on one side. Just like last time, this concealment was even more arousing than nudity. His long, strong hands slowly covered her breasts, feeling the elastic flesh beneath his palms. Xu Lidi deliberately squeezed the sleeping nipples until they slowly hardened and stood erect.

He hadn't originally intended to touch her so soon, at least not before killing Duanmu Yun.

But now he changed his mind.

These past few days, he had thought of her constantly, longing for her every moment. He wondered what she was doing, whether she had gotten herself all dirty from tending the flowers and plants, whether she would skip dinner if she didn't like it… He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he couldn't even review his memorials. If he didn't get her soon, Emperor Xuli felt he would surely go mad

. A breeze, from who knows where, caused the beaded curtain to tinkle softly, a gentle, sweet sound, like a tender murmur. Emperor Xuli sat on the edge of the bed, his hair as black as ink. He had rushed over immediately after court, his heart and eyes filled with this little thing before him. He couldn't do anything else; his heart was screaming to tear her apart, strip her naked, possess her! To become her only man, to never give her a chance to escape again!

If it weren't for his strong self-control, he would surely have gone insane by now. Emperor Xuli thought.

A bright yellow dragon robe embroidered with cloud patterns and dragon bodies rested on the bed. Emperor Xu Li casually tore off his outer robe, leaving only a snow-white inner garment, which accentuated his exquisite and handsome face and his long, ink-black hair. He was as elegant and refined as a fairy in a painting, noble and distant. However, his deep purple eyes were filled with a strong demonic aura, which permeated the entire palace with an atmosphere so strong that it made people want to vomit. The quiet wind, the tinkling beaded curtains, the quiet beauty, and the noble emperor who wanted to steal a kiss.

Thin lips covered Mingruo's pink lips, and a nimble tongue skillfully slipped into her fragrant mouth, licking and sucking the sweet nectar. Then, just like the first time, he transferred the juices from his mouth into Mingruo's mouth. Watching her small mouth slowly move, obediently swallowing the saliva he had given her, his already deep purple eyes became even more unfathomable, the intense desire burning a light red in his purple eyes, making him breathtakingly alluring.

"Good girl, your father's Ruo'er is the best..." Emperor Xuli murmured softly, tearing open the bright red bodice with his large hand, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it on the ground. The mandarin ducks that had been entwined were now wrinkled, the male's face contorted as if mourning the love that was about to be lost. The ripples on the water beneath his feet were faint, like the tears of a departing lover. "Come on, spread your legs and let your father see again. Your father has missed you for so many days, and you little ungrateful thing, you've been sleeping so soundly." He chuckled, scolding her, his large hands parting her pink legs and placing himself between them.

Feeling uncomfortable, Mingruo let out a soft moan, her little mouth pouting in dissatisfaction. The remaining strand of clear saliva that she hadn't swallowed

spilled from the corner of her mouth, slowly sliding down, about to drip onto the pillow—Xuli Emperor swiftly caught the silvery line, a meaningful smile playing on his thin lips. With a flick of his fingertips, he wiped his saliva back into Mingruo's mouth in the blink of an eye. His slender fingers mimicked the rhythm of male-female intercourse, thrusting in and out of her mouth. He felt an urge to do all sorts of bad things to her, but because she was asleep, he could only fantasize in his heart.

"Just wait," Xuli Emperor murmured softly. One day, you will lie obediently beneath me, crying and begging for me to take you. At that time, I will definitely not forgive you. Who told you to seduce me so much today!

He wasn't worried that Mingruo would suddenly wake up. This time, he didn't even press her pressure points, but instead relentlessly bit and sucked at her body, creating countless bright red marks. Her delicate nipples were even swollen from his biting, the tips glistening with silvery moisture and standing erect in the air. Her soft, tender breasts were covered in marks, pitifully abused.

Mingruo kept moaning, but she wouldn't open her eyes. That's how she was; once she fell asleep, she was incredibly difficult to wake. No matter how uncomfortable she felt, she would think she was dreaming and refused to open her eyes.

But slowly, she became unhappy. Her small hands, in a daze, reached up to her chest, hugged his head, and pressed it against her chest, signaling him not to move anymore.

Emperor Xu Li was stunned. His handsome face was buried in Mingruo's chest, her soft, tender flesh filling his mouth, her sweet scent instantly filling his nostrils.

He chuckled softly, readily taking the pink nipple into his mouth and sucking and nibbling gently. The tender little flesh was made shiny and swollen by his nibbling, the exquisite taste even giving Emperor Xu Li a terrifying desire to devour the girl beneath him.

"Yun Lang... ...No... ... "

Just as he was about to look up, the girl suddenly murmured this.

Who was she calling?!

Emperor Xu Li narrowed his deep purple eyes, a strong killing intent bursting from his body, but the little thing, oblivious to his feelings, still held his head and stroked it, her little hands running through his hair, constantly calling out "Yun Lang."

Chapter 042, Playing with H.

Emperor Xu Li's phoenix eyes narrowed, and he felt a surge of anger rising in his heart. His hands clenched tightly, wanting to vent, yet unable to hurt the little thing he wanted. In his life, when had he ever been so restrained for anyone? As long as it was something he wanted, what wasn't easily obtained? Why did he need to compromise like this?! Only the girl beneath him could evoke his meager tenderness and pity. Alas, she possessed him, yet her heart was filled with another man!

His body trembled slightly with rage beneath his snow-white robes. Emperor Xu Li reached out, his elegant fingers gripping Ming Ruo's throat. He truly wanted to kill her, to spare him the torment of thinking of her day and night, and to spare her from the constant murmurs of another man's name whenever he saw her!

His cold-blooded cruelty was nothing new; who in this world could earn his pity? Yet the only one who had received it remained oblivious!

Withdrawing his hand, Emperor Xu Li took a deep breath, calming his raging anger. Beneath him, he called out Duanmu Yun's name, "Ruo'er, are you deliberately trying to incite your father's fury?"

He was furious, yet unwilling to do anything to her. He cupped her two delicate breasts in his hands, pinching each bud between his thumb and forefinger, and began to vigorously tease them. Her still-developing breasts couldn't withstand his rough treatment and quickly swelled and stood erect. His thin lips descended, taking the snow-white, tender flesh into his mouth and chewing and sucking it vigorously. Emperor Xu Li was truly enraged and showed no mercy. His lips and teeth ruthlessly ravaged her tender breasts. How could the developing girl's breasts withstand such humiliation? Mingruo began to sob uncomfortably, her face scrunched up, her beautiful and delicate features tightly tangled together, her small mouth slightly moving, like a pitiful little fish out of water. Her hands, which had been holding Emperor Xu Li's head, slid around on the bed, sometimes opening, sometimes clenching, the pain in her chest making her cry out in unbearable agony.

"You're crying already?" Emperor Xu Li smiled wickedly, gently biting the tender nipple. "Your father is suffering far more than you, yet he hasn't cried. You're crying like this; it makes your father's heart ache."

Ming Ruo, of course, wouldn't answer him. She only felt as if something was pressing down on her chest, heavy and painful, a dull ache that was truly unbearable. "Waaah... ???"

"Still crying?" His deep purple eyes flickered slightly. Emperor Xu Li's initial urge to torment her slowly faded. Finally, he sighed softly, his kneading of her tender breasts becoming gentler. An unreadable, obscure color clouded his handsome face. He lowered his head, leaning close to Ming Ruo's ear, and Emperor Xu Li whispered. "You know Father Emperor won't be harsh with you, don't you? You're so arrogant because you think he spoils you, aren't you?"

The pain in her chest gradually subsided, and Mingruo slowly stopped crying. Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her small mouth pouted, as if she had a bellyful of grievances she couldn't express.

Looking at her delicate and tender appearance, Emperor Xuli didn't make things difficult for her anymore. He kneaded her soft breasts a few times with his large hands, then moved on to untying the ties of her underpants. His slender fingers twirled a strand of fine hair, playing with it, occasionally mischievously tugging at it. Mingruo whimpered in pain, and when she whimpered, Emperor Xuli softened his touch. But as soon as she quieted down, he would tease her again.

That delicate flower cave was as mysterious and gentle as when he first saw it, tightly and meticulously covering the narrow passage, its closed appearance as if no man had ever visited it before. But this intoxicating place wasn't as pure as it seemed; another man had already been inside!

Emperor Xu Li recalled the scene he had inadvertently witnessed at the General's Mansion. Duanmu Yun's thick desire cleaved the narrow passage inch by inch, the two pitiful little petals helplessly enveloping the body, pulled out of the tender flesh with each thrust, the silvery, transparent fluid making a mess of their point of contact, a decadent yet endlessly alluring scene. He had clearly done this before, clearly he had played with countless women, clearly the concubines in the harem were far, far more skilled in bed than him... but why couldn't any of them arouse his deepest desires?!

"Here...?" Long, slender fingertips, faintly scented with white datura, pressed against the delicate opening, slowly sinking in with a soft "pop." The finger penetrated inch by inch until it reached its end. Her vagina was so tender and narrow, incredibly sweet. His finger had even reached the delicate cervix—that soft little mouth slightly parted, sucking at him, the fine, lingering pleasure was simply intoxicating. "Has Duanmu Yun gone in?"

Emperor Xu Li pointed to that little mouth, trying to pull his fingertip out but it was sucked in tightly. A playful smile curled at the corner of his thin lips, "So greedy, not even letting go of such a thin finger." With

a foreign object inserted into her body, Ming Ru twisted her slender waist, trying to shake it out, but how could Emperor Xu Li let her do as she pleased? Not only that, he even added another finger inside, the two fingers together, thrusting and teasing inside, bending and playing. The delicate passage couldn't withstand such torment, the sound of water gradually increased, the almost invisible tender vagina slightly opened and closed its little mouth, the wanton nectar flowing out mouth after mouth, Emperor Xu Li's palm was already soaked, his whole hand became incomparably shiny. As he withdrew his hand from Mingruo's body, countless droplets of water trickled down from his fingertips, wetting the brocade quilt. The unique, delicate fragrance of the young girl filled the entire palace, the air thick with an overpowering sweetness.

"Mmm...?" Mingruo's legs rubbed incessantly against the quilt, her private parts itching intensely, as if desperately craving something to fill them. What was it? What did she want? "So hot..."

Her voice was barely audible, but it didn't escape Emperor Xuli's ears. He smiled leisurely, his fingers lingering and caressing the entrance to her flower-like opening, yet refusing to penetrate, refusing to satisfy her. "Hot? Heh... Ruo'er is so honest." Hmm, he truly loved this kind of suppressed pleasure. Even if she were readily available, he wouldn't take her while she was in a daze. But if he couldn't have her, he could at least satisfy his craving, right? If he had to watch her all the time, he wouldn't be able to bear it either!

With a flick of his right hand, a thick wolf-hair brush slid out from the hem of his robe. His slender hand held the brush with unparalleled elegance, the soft bristles floating dry. Emperor Xu Li held the brush with the utmost reverence, then slowly approached the overflowing, moist opening, grinding it back and forth a few times. The originally dry bristles instantly became wet and solidified. Seeing this, Emperor Xu Li smiled faintly, then used the wet brush tip to dab a few times on the delicate pink buds, drawing characters between Ming Ruo's tender, moist thighs as if writing. Although this caused his desire to swell to an astonishing degree, he restrained himself with extremely strong self-control.

Chapter 43, The Demonic Obsession That Goes Against Morals (h)

It's so itchy??? ???

In her sleep, Mingruo always felt uncomfortable somewhere in her body. She furrowed her delicate eyebrows, her small mouth, which had turned from light pink to vermilion from Xu Lidi's kisses, also pouted. A very sad expression began to appear on her small face. Her slender body struggled slightly, but Xu Lidi only needed one hand to pin her to the bed. No matter how she rolled around, she couldn't break free. Mingruo stubbornly kept her eyes closed and refused to wake up. Only her small mouth began to utter seductive moans. The fragrant breath made Xu Lidi's eyes narrow involuntarily.

He moved closer to Mingruo's cheek, extending his slender tongue to lick her soft, petal-like lips. The little thing automatically opened her mouth to welcome his intrusion. Xu Lidi readily slipped his tongue inside, and Mingruo, as if she had received something wonderful, sucked on his tongue, her little mouth sucking again and again. When Xu Lidi was about to pull away, she even let out a soft, dissatisfied whimper, a delicate sound like a kitten that had just been weaned, utterly charming and adorable.

A deep laugh emanated from Xu Lidi's throat as he gazed intently at Mingruo's open mouth, which seemed to be crying out for milk like a fledgling bird leaving its nest, its pink tongue undeniably cute. His slender fingers gently pinched a pink nipple, and with a blink of his deep purple phoenix eyes, the wolf-hair brush that had been lingering over her delicate private parts moved to her chest. The delicate, erect bud, as if knowing what kind of play was about to unfold, hardened even more than before. Two small, lotus-pod-like protrusions swayed playfully. Xu Lidi gently grasped one and kneaded it a couple of times. His hands were incredibly smooth and tender, the sensation as fresh as the first time, still stirring the wildest desires deep within him.

The pen tip, already damp with sweet dew, circled the tender nipple a few times, then touched the almost invisible hole at the tip. Mingruo seemed to have been touched on some pressure point; her petite body trembled immediately. Her small hands, which Xu Lidi had just released, instantly covered her chest, and she began to purr softly, like a lazy kitten being tickled.

Emperor Xu Li was extremely satisfied with her sensitivity. His beautiful, jade-carved hand instantly swung like a dragon, the wolf-hair brush splitting into several small strands, each fine bristle hardening into a single, firm point. Touching her tender areola, the moist tips of the bristles slowly traced across her skin, sometimes heavier, sometimes lighter, the pressure unpredictable. Emperor Xu Li seemed to know Ming Ruo's sensitive spots and weaknesses, each touch striking her most vulnerable and tender area. Although it was always on that one tender breast, each touch caused Ming Ruo to cry out softly, her delicate voice sweet and alluring, like honey, captivating all who heard it.

She lay naked on the soft bed, her slender, white legs spread wide, her tender breasts barely protruding, clearly the appearance of a young girl in her prime. Yet, her swollen, erect nipples, her overflowing vulva, and her seductive moans made her appear as an exquisite beauty, a perfect blend of purity and allure, without the slightest impropriety. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exercise device, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

Emperor Xu Li chuckled, finding the little thing beneath him incredibly cute. His large hand, playing with the wolf-hair brush, deftly turned it a few times, slowly moving it down the cleavage between her breasts. The playful bristles wandered into her cute little navel, occasionally bumping into it here and there, making Ming Ruo's little mouth pout, on the verge of whimpering. Emperor Xu Li reacted quickly, moving the brush between her wet pink legs in a flash, brushing across the delicate slit, finally stopping at the pink pearl at the tip and making a few strokes. Then he parted the two incredibly wet petals and slowly inserted it into the tight flower cave.

It was merely a medium-thickness wolf-hair brush, yet Emperor Xu Li found the insertion extremely difficult. The pink flesh inside tightly gripped the ivory handle; with every inch he pushed in, the tender flesh pushed him back out an inch, and after much struggle, he still couldn't insert it completely. Her

small mouth slightly parted, Ming Ruo let out a pitiful cry, and her previously slightly resisting body instantly went limp. Her two tender, moist petals contracted helplessly, as if trying to expel the intruder, or perhaps trying to pull it into her opening, never to let it out again.

Realizing he had reached his limit, Emperor Xu Li curled his thin, wicked lips into a smile. His deep purple eyes slowly surveyed the large portion of the wolf-hair brush still protruding from the ground. He lowered his head and kissed Ming Ruo's lips, saying with a playful tone, "Such a small and narrow, exquisitely tender hole. Even swallowing such a small brush is so difficult for you. When your father penetrates you, won't you cry yourself to death?" His nimble tongue pried open Ming Ruo's tightly clenched teeth, while his hand continued to play with her private parts. Each time the brush entered and exited, it pulled out the tightly wrapped flesh of her hole. The flower hole, which should have been a tender pink, gradually turned crimson under his caresses, and the two tender petals became even more vibrant and tempting. If it weren't for his strong self-control, Emperor Xu Li would have already taken her. How could he allow her to lie naked beneath him like this, with something inserted into her hole to seduce him?!

"Mmm... Ruo'er... " He softly called his daughter's name, his words extremely lewd. "When you become Father Emperor's, see how Father Emperor will play with you...!" Then he'll make her cry and beg for mercy beneath him, never remembering who Duanmu Yun was!

The feeling of being split open and penetrated made Mingruo's face contort. She kicked her slender white legs, causing her tender breasts to sway incessantly. Emperor Zi's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed one of the restless breasts swaying before him, biting it hard. His other hand, still holding the wolf-hair brush, moved in and out of Mingruo's opening, imagining it was his own member, thrusting in with maximum force each time, then pulling it all the way out, then plunging it in again, making her overflow with desire, crying out repeatedly, remembering nothing but him.

He was truly trapped in this immoral and perverse demonic possession, but how could he be alone? She had seduced him into depravity, so she had to be with him, no matter how evil, how crazy, how filthy, she would be with him. Born together, die together, entwined together, loving together, never to be separated for eternity!

Chapter 44, Who Touched Her?

This time, upon waking, Mingruo truly felt unwell.

Lying on the bed, she felt extremely weak and sore all over, even more so than the day Yunlang left. Could it be that Yunlang had returned?!

Thinking of this possibility, she immediately tried to sit up from the bed with her hands. Who knew that her fair, jade-like wrists were so sore that she didn't even have the strength to lift them. As soon as she touched the soft mattress, her whole body ached unbearably, and she immediately became as soft as a puddle of water, collapsing back softly.

"Ah...?" Mingruo groaned, her bright, moist purple phoenix eyes scanning the room. Only then did her muddled brain remember that this was not the General's Mansion, but her Zhuohua Palace. "How strange..." The feeling was so real, it didn't seem like a dream.

She lay limply on the bed for a long time before finally reaching out to scratch her ear. As she did so, her entire snow-white arm was exposed outside the quilt. She blinked her watery eyes, staring blankly at the red spots covering her arm for a long time before muttering, "Ugh, mosquitoes even in winter." She pouted and mumbled a few more words. Just as she was about to look for her clothes, she suddenly realized a shocking fact: she wasn't wearing any clothes!

How could this be?!

She hadn't taken off her clothes when she took a nap!

Could it be that the palace maids had helped her undress?!

"Hmm...???" Mingruo fell into thought, finally deciding that this was highly likely. She lived alone in Zhuohua Palace; no one knew she was there. Even if they knew someone lived there, no one knew her identity. It must have been the palace maids who had helped her undress. Thinking of this, she nodded cheerfully, her two fair and delicate arms extending out from under the quilt. Only then did she realize that not only her right arm, but also her left arm, were covered in red and purple marks. What was this

?

Mingruo stared at it for a long time, the more she looked, the more it resembled the ambiguous love marks Yunlang had left on her. But... but wasn't he away on a campaign, not in the capital? Besides, even if he returned, he shouldn't know that she had hidden in the palace to escape the assassination attempt by the Jiang Kingdom! Mingruo's pink lips opened and closed, not knowing what to say. Her small hands twitched left and right, and she was incredulous to find that even her armpits were covered in red marks! What kind of mosquito could have such formidable fighting power? It wasn't that big mosquito from the Duanmu family...

But if it wasn't a mosquito, then what could it be?!

Mingruo tilted her head, thinking for a long time, racking her brains but unable to come up with anything. After a long while, she decided to stop thinking and opened her mouth to call for someone to come and serve her. She opened her mouth to find her voice hoarse. She hadn't realized it when she was talking to herself after waking up, but now that she actually needed to use her voice, she found it was gone!

How strange... She was perfectly fine before her nap, wasn't she? Why was she suddenly hoarse? It wasn't from making noises during lovemaking... Uh, she thought of Yunlang again.

She tried opening her mouth, but Mingruo could only produce a very faint sound. Having read several medical books, she wisely knew that it was best not to shout at this moment, otherwise, she didn't know when her throat would recover. She tried to clench her fist in frustration, but the slightest effort sent waves of tingling numbness through her legs. Her beautiful face stiffened instantly. Mingruo forced herself to sit up, the soft quilt slipping down her delicate breasts, and her large purple eyes widened in shock: her chest was covered in red marks, densely packed everywhere, the tips of her nipples still swollen, no longer the usual light pink, but a vibrant crimson! The tender white flesh was covered with deep marks, clearly indicating that it had been thoroughly violated.

Her delicate face instantly turned pale. Mingruo abruptly covered her mouth, only then realizing that even her lips, which she could reach, were swollen. She gasped for breath, her still-developing breasts swaying, the shocking red marks on her smooth, white flesh making her eyes ache.

Ignoring her weak and sore body, Mingruo threw off the soft quilt, then gasped, her swollen mouth gaping open, her bright, watery eyes filled with shock and fear.

Her flat stomach, her slender white legs, her delicate feet, even the inside of her fair thighs... were covered in bite marks! As if struck by lightning, Mingruo finally noticed the unusual swelling and numbness between her legs. She parted her slender white legs slightly, and reached inside with her small hand, only to find a tubular object.

Her delicate body trembled as Mingruo forced back her tears and pulled the tube-like object from between her legs. The tight opening made a soft "pop" sound, forcing apart her tightly closed, tender flesh. The long, thick tube was forced away from her tender opening, bringing with it a little moisture. Mingruo looked at the tube-like object in her hand, trembling, and discovered that it was actually a medium-sized wolf-hair brush. The originally thick bristles were now all huddled together, and water dripped down, forming long, thin silver threads that fell onto her soft lower abdomen, then bounced back, dangling back and forth, but never quite reaching the bottom.

Only then did Mingruo realize that the most delicate part of her body, the girl's private area, was wide open between her legs. The passage, stretched open for so long, still felt slightly swollen and painful. Trembling, she bent her slender, white legs, her large, watery eyes filled with fear as she looked at that private place. Then, tears fell like pearls from a broken string, some wetting the corner of the blanket, some landing on her lower abdomen, before slowly sliding into that sparse paradise, mixing with the sticky love fluid.

The two tender labia were visibly swollen, unable to conceal the soft hair of her vulva, which clung wetly to her thighs, even glistening with silvery threads. Because Mingruo had just pulled out the large wolf-hair brush that had been blocking it, the tender flesh that had been pulled out was slowly sinking back in. That tender flesh was no longer its usual pink, but a crimson color after being defiled. As the tender flesh closed, the flowing love juice was cut off, and Mingruo saw that her legs were already wet, even the sheets beneath her were glistening.

She gasped, her small hands gripping the wolf-hair brush even tighter, the ink sinking into her palm. Mingruo froze, quickly turning the brush over to examine it, and was shocked to see a coiled dragon engraved on the brush, and the words "Xu Li" on the white jade ring at the top.

This brush... it's Father's!

Mingruo covered her mouth, not daring to cry out. She swallowed hard, her large eyes unable to even look at her body covered in hickeys. She grabbed the quilt and wrapped herself tightly, shock, fear, disbelief... and other emotions engulfing her, making it impossible for her to escape.

She shouldn't have doubted Father, how could that be?! That's too ridiculous! He is the noble Emperor, her father, how could he be the lecherous man who had groped and molested her?! Impossible... absolutely impossible!

But if it wasn't her father, then who was it? Who touched her?! Who could obtain the emperor's calligraphy brush and manipulate it without any guards, maids, or eunuchs noticing, and even without her noticing?!

Who was it? Who could it be?!

Chapter 45, It Really Was Her Father

Just as Mingruo's heart was in turmoil, a maid asked from outside the beaded curtain, "Miss, Miss, are you awake?"

Mingruo was startled and hurriedly said, "You are not allowed to come in!" As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sharp pain in her throat, and it was extremely dry.

The maids hurriedly knelt down in fear, "We dare not, please spare our lives, Miss!"

"??? ??? What's wrong?" Mingruo covered her mouth and coughed lightly, trying her best to make her voice sound normal.

"Reporting to Miss, the sun has already set. We servants saw that you were still unconscious and wondered if you needed our help, so we came in without being summoned. Please forgive us!"

Mingruo breathed a sigh of relief: "It's alright, you may rise for now."

"Thank you, Miss."

"The sun has already set?" Mingruo blinked her large purple eyes and looked out the window. She saw only scattered stars in the night sky; it was clearly nearing night. She didn't know how long she had slept. Her

fair, jade-like hands pulled the blanket up, covering the unsightly marks on her body. Mingruo said softly, "You may all leave for now. Also, send someone to bring in bathwater; I need to clean myself. And... find someone to tidy up the bed and replace all the bedding with new things."

"Yes," the maids replied respectfully. "Miss, shall we serve dinner?"

Mingruo hesitated for a moment, "After I cleanse myself."

"Yes, ma'am. We'll take our leave." Knowing that their mistress disliked being helped with dressing, the maids leaped out of the palace gates, giving Mingruo time to dress.

As soon as she stepped out of the palace gates, Eunuch An, who was guarding outside, hurriedly came to greet her. The maids quickly bowed and greeted her. He flicked his whisk and asked anxiously, "Has the mistress woken up?"

"Eunuch An, how did you know the mistress had woken up?" one of the maids asked curiously. "We entered just in time; the young lady had just woken up!"

"How would I know? I've been in this palace for fifty years! I watched the current emperor grow up; what wouldn't I know?" Eunuch An snorted first, then quickly asked, "Did the young lady say anything?"

"The young lady wants to be cleaned and has the bed cleaned and replaced with a new one." A slightly older palace maid mustered her courage and asked, "Eunuch An, did the Emperor...did the Emperor favor the young lady?!"

Eunuch An glared at her: "Have you no sense? If the Emperor favored the young lady, would he just leave her alone like this?"

"Then?"

"Well, what kind of question is this?" An Gonggong flicked his whisk and snorted again. "Quickly prepare bathwater for the young lady, so I can report back to the Emperor. And—don't tell her the Imperial Kitchen specially prepared this for her. Just say the dinner was hot leftovers, understand?"

The young maid clearly couldn't understand this: "Why? The Emperor treats you so well, why doesn't he let you know that he specially had the Imperial Kitchen prepare dinner for you again and again, throwing it away and remaking it until you woke up?"

"What does a little brat like you know?" An Gonggong glared at the maid, making her shrink back into the group of maids, then snorted again, "Serve her well, treat the young lady like the Emperor, understand?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, right, you haven't forgotten what I just told you, have you?" After taking only two steps, Eunuch An turned back as if remembering something. "You must speak to the young lady in a casual manner, understand? You absolutely mustn't say anything you shouldn't, and you mustn't let the young lady know that you told her on purpose, understand?"

"Don't worry, Eunuch, we've remembered." The head maid bowed, and Eunuch An, seeing this, finally relaxed a little. "Then I'll go back and report to the Emperor. You must serve the young lady well, you must serve her well, understand?" He was still worried and repeatedly gave her these instructions.

Only when he felt he had heard them all again did he flick his whisk and leave with a graceful, cat-like gait.

"Just what is this young lady's background that even Eunuch An, a favorite of the Emperor, is so careful around her?" One of the maids asked curiously, voicing the question that everyone wanted to know.

Another palace maid shrugged: "Who knew? The young lady is so beautiful. If I were a man, the first thing I would do if I got such a beauty would be to build a prison cell and lock her up, never letting her out for the rest of her life, and never letting anyone see her."

"Pfft—" A series of laughs erupted. "It's a pity you're a girl, you don't have that kind of luck."

"Alright, alright, everyone, don't talk nonsense, be careful someone hears us." The head maid sighed, "We servants only need to serve our mistress well, nothing else matters. I'll go in and make the bed for the young lady, everyone can go to sleep if you're tired, but the sisters on night watch shouldn't fall asleep."

The maids all responded and then went to sleep.

Mingruo sat upright in the water, the rising steam washing away much of the soreness in her body. Apart from the severe discomfort between her legs, she felt fine everywhere else.

She leaned against the edge of the bathtub, her deep purple eyes gazing into the distance, lost in thought. Through the screen, she could clearly see a palace maid in a pink palace dress making the bed. After hesitating for a long time, Mingruo quietly asked, "Is the security at Zhuohua Palace very tight? Could there be assassins or thieves sneaking in?"

The maid was startled and quickly turned around and knelt on the ground. "Replying to you, Miss, Zhuohua Palace is even more heavily guarded than the Emperor's palace because you live there. There's absolutely no way anyone could get in! We guard the palace gates every day, and we wouldn't even dare let a fly in to disturb your peace."

Mingruo bit her pink lips and asked again, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Then...then..." Mingruo didn't know what to ask anymore. Although she had a vague idea in her heart, she couldn't believe it, because it was too outrageous, so outrageous that it was simply impossible! "Has His Majesty lost anything recently? For example, the writing brush in the Imperial Study, perhaps stolen by a thief?"

The palace maid shook her head: "Are you joking, Miss? The Imperial Study houses the Imperial Seal of the State; how could anyone enter so easily? The Imperial Guards are all highly skilled in martial arts; a thief could never get in!"

So, that... that wolf-hair brush inserted into her private parts... truly belonged to her father, and wasn't stolen and used?!

Mingruo was somewhat lost in thought. She blankly stretched out her arm, looking at the marks covering her entire body, a patchwork of red and purple, clearly the deliberate marks left by the thief. Why? What was that person trying to tell her?!

Just as she was lost in thought, the palace maid spoke again: "When His Majesty came to see you this afternoon, you were still taking a nap. We servants dared not stop him, but His Majesty truly dotes on you; when he left, he specifically instructed us not to disturb your rest..." Mingruo couldn't hear what she said after that.

All she knew was that the person who had humiliated her was indeed her father, whom she worshipped and revered. The current emperor of the Da'an Dynasty—Emperor Xu, Li, and his utmost respect!

Chapter 46: Pretending to Sleep (Part 1)

Two days passed in Mingruo's anxiety. During these two days, she hardly left her room. Of course, she had never left Zhuohua Palace before, but she would at least walk around the palace and look at the flowers and plants she had planted. But this time, she barely even got out of bed, keeping herself wrapped in blankets all day long, anxious and fearful, regretting her actions. She hoped that Emperor Xu Li would come to see her so that she could subtly break the illusion in her heart; yet she was also terrified that Emperor Xu Li would come to see her. What if it was him—she didn't know how she would face him.

Yun Lang??? Why haven't you come back yet? Ruo'er is so scared??????

Mingruo clutched the clothes in front of her chest tightly. For safety, she had been wearing two layers of clothes for the past two days, and she dared not take them off when she went to sleep at night. She also slept very lightly, and her spirits seemed much more depressed.

She lay on her side on the bed, her small, delicate hands clutching her clothes tightly. Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she suddenly heard voices outside. A palace maid's soft voice reached her ears, seemingly both near and far. "Your Majesty, the young lady has just finished her lunch and is now asleep."

She heard nothing more until the palace maids and guards had all left. Her large, purple eyes blinked unconsciously. It took Mingruo a moment to realize her situation: her father had arrived!

She clutched her clothes tightly, then, like an ostrich burying her head in the sand, refused to listen. After a long while, she closed her eyes and decided to pretend to be asleep. Heavens, please forgive Ruo'er. Ruo'er doesn't have the courage to confront her father, nor is she prepared to accept the truth. Whether it's her father or not, please don't—at least not now—tell her. Give her a little more time, just a little bit, just a little bit... She will ask him herself when the time comes. After her father leaves, she will definitely think it over carefully and then ask him!

Mingruo thought that Emperor Xuli would leave once she fell asleep, but she was terribly wrong.

The beaded curtain was gently lifted, and the familiar scent of white datura flowers filled the air. Mingruo's mind began to wander, and her slender body began to tremble uncontrollably. She tried to close her eyes tightly, feigning sleep, hoping that Emperor Xuli would turn and leave immediately.

The footsteps grew closer, and Mingruo's heart pounded faster and faster, like someone approaching the truth, both wanting to know and fearing to know. But at this moment, she didn't want to know anything anymore. Whatever the outcome, she would be the one most devastated. If it wasn't her father, then she would be tainted; if it was... then what sins and secrets would she have to bear? In any case, she couldn't tell Duanmu Yun. She couldn't tell Emperor Xuli, and even less could she tell him if it wasn't Emperor Xuli!

She loved Duanmu Yun, loved him terribly, so she couldn't accept the possibility of losing him, not even the slightest chance! She just needed to protect herself. Once she could leave, this matter would end there, sealed away as a secret no one would ever know. As long as no one mentioned it, no one mentioned it…

Mingruo tightly closed her eyes. She thought Emperor Xuli would turn and leave, but instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his incredibly pleasant voice carrying a lazy laugh: “What a careless little fellow, not even taking off your clothes for an afternoon nap.” With that, he reached for Mingruo’s shoulder.

Mingruo was startled, immediately filled with regret. She should have taken off her clothes before sleeping! But it was too late now. She wanted to continue pretending to be asleep so Emperor Xuli would leave, so she gritted her teeth, feigning sleep, letting Emperor Xuli’s long, slender hand hold her shoulder, turning her from a side-lying position facing the bed to a supine position.

The scent of white datura grew stronger. Mingruo felt a little dazed; after waking up that day to find herself molested, the air seemed to carry that same scent. The white datura flower is pure and flawless, yet extremely difficult to pick and preserve. To pluck it is to risk one's life, and once picked, the entire datura plant, including the plucked flower, will wither and its fragrance vanish within fifteen minutes. Yet, Emperor Xuli always seemed to carry this scent, as if he were the embodiment of the white datura—beautiful, dangerous, and carrying a deadly poison.

Slender, beautiful fingers gently lifted the thin sash, easily untying it. The robes unfurled, and Emperor Xuli, expecting to see a breathtaking view, paused for a moment upon seeing another layer of robes underneath. Then, a gentle smile spread across his handsome face, a loving expression on his exquisite features. What a lovely little thing! Did she think this would protect her from his aggression and possession?! How naive! However, this naivety deeply appealed to him.

Her fingertips continued to untangle the fabric, two outer garments, two inner garments, two undergarments… one by one, Emperor Xu Li undid them.

Ming Ruo used all her strength to keep from screaming. In this awkward situation, even if she wanted to face Emperor Xu Li, she couldn't be so direct. Such a humiliating scene… If she rashly opened her eyes, how could she cope? How could she face her father?!

She now realized how unwise her earlier decision to pretend to be asleep had been. The situation had now become incredibly awkward whether she woke up or continued to pretend to be asleep!

Ming Ruo stubbornly refused to make a sound, naturally missing Emperor Xu Li's thoughtful, mysterious smile.

At this moment, she was left only with two thin bodices covering her beautiful body.

With a gentle flick of his slender fingers, he loosened a thin tie, and the first bodice fell away. Emperor Xu Li's purple eyes deepened, and he chuckled softly, "Silly girl, you don't even cover yourself properly. Are you thinking of getting cold?"

Hearing this, Ming Ruo breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed her father was about to cover her with the blanket and leave. Thinking this, she no longer felt embarrassed and only hoped Emperor Xu Li would leave quickly.

However, while Emperor Xu Li did cover her with the blanket, his hand remained inside, slowly stroking her soft belly through the last thin bodice. His thin lips parted slightly, "Little one, your appetite has been poor lately, and your belly is slightly bloated. Is it because you miss Minister Duanmu?"

Ming Ruo, of course, wouldn't answer. She secretly clenched her small fist.

His slender fingers pressed around, seemingly without any other intention. Mingruo's heart began to pound again, because Emperor Xuli's fingers had started to move upwards, lingering and hovering at the edge of her chest!

She was only wearing a bodice and underpants, essentially naked.

Suddenly, Emperor Xuli let out a soft "Eh," and Mingruo was startled, wondering what he wanted. Then she heard a deep, magnetic male voice say, "Where did that red spot on Ruo'er's shoulder come from?" As he spoke, he suddenly pulled back her blanket!

Chapter 047, Pretending to Sleep (Part 2)

The sudden chill startled Mingruo, and her small hands involuntarily clenched into fists, but her thick, long eyelashes remained tightly closed.

Emperor Xu Li chuckled softly, his fingertips gently tracing the marks he had deliberately left on her slender shoulder. The tender, white skin beneath his palm was as soft and delicate as flowing water. The girl's body was like a vibrant peach blossom blooming in spring, her once snow-white skin now covered in red marks, like branches stripped of their petals, possessing a cruel beauty, irresistibly alluring.

"How did you get these marks?" he asked softly, the question meant for her, requiring no answer. His fingers moved downwards, subtly parting the crescent-white bodice that obstructed his path—embroidered with budding peach blossoms, it pleased him greatly, thus escaping its fate of being discarded and torn. As long as they weren't playing like mandarin ducks, her undergarments would be the most beautiful temptation in the world. When she became his… he would personally watch her embroider dragons and phoenixes, symbolizing their intertwined love, on her bodice; that was what she should wear. "Tsk." Emperor Xu Li snorted lightly, feigning confusion. "Even here... Has Zhuohua Palace been infested with insects? It needs a thorough overhaul. The palace maids I sent can't even handle this small matter; what use are they?"

His cold fingertips first touched the still nipple of the sleeping maid, then began to slowly rub it, each touch as light as a feather's brush, yet so distinct. Ming Ruo gritted her teeth, tears welling up, but she barely managed to hold them back. Speaking now would be absolutely detrimental to her. In a worse scenario, would Emperor Xu Li kill her to maintain his dignity as a noble emperor?!

And Yun Lang... She was now in a bind. Forget resisting; Ming Ruo couldn't even open her eyes! People say serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. Even if Emperor Xu Li was her biological father, even if he doted on her, who could guarantee that he wouldn't kill her if she discovered him defiling her? Throughout history, emperors have often been heartless, and many have killed their fathers and mothers for the throne. She was just one of his many children, so where could he find the confidence that he wouldn't hurt her? Moreover, given her father's suspicious and wicked nature, if she died, who knew what would become of her mother, her nanny, and even Yun Lang!

Emperor Xu Li saw Ming Ruo's eyelashes trembling, clearly pretending to be asleep, yet her eyelids remained tightly closed, seemingly determined to maintain this facade to the end. How could he not know what she was thinking? Since she didn't mind offering her beautiful body for him to play with, why should he feign politeness again and again?

Pinching a soft, tender nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Emperor Xu Li gently twisted it, his bewitching purple eyes slowly revealing lust. As the delicate bud began to bloom in his palm, he finally leaned down, opened his thin lips, and took the trembling, alluring pink tip into his mouth.

The texture was as delicate as ever, so tender that Emperor Xuli almost wanted to open his mouth and bite off that tender breast, swallowing it whole so no one would have to compete with him anymore. His

snow-white teeth gently tapped the tender, almost melting nipple, and Emperor Xuli leisurely enjoyed it, not worrying that Mingruo would suddenly open her eyes or wake up crying, never to approach him again. He wanted her, and naturally, he was fully prepared. To get what he wanted, he would stop at nothing; anyone, anything could become his pawn and bait.

"Ruo'er... you're still too naive." His father had lived for decades for a reason. Since you have so many people in your heart, you wouldn't want to die just because your father wants you. You will stay by your father's side. Even if you're unwilling at first, you will gradually entrust yourself to your father, because only I am the one who can give you happiness. As for those lingering shadows in your heart, let them be removed one by one. "No matter how clever you are, you're still just an inexperienced palace maid."

What he wanted had to belong entirely to him; no one else could touch it.

Mingruo had no time to listen to what Emperor Xuli was saying. Her sensitive body was her strength, but also her fatal flaw—for example, no matter who it was, once they found her weakness, no matter how unwilling she was, she had nowhere to escape. Just like now, Emperor Xuli's fingers were kneading her tender breasts. Although the force wasn't great, it had a strange precision. Her small nipples were being pinched and rolled under his fingers. Every touch of his cold fingertips reached Mingruo's most vulnerable spot—she didn't even know why she couldn't help but shrink back when a certain spot was touched, and deep down she even hoped he would use more force, and even more force...

She was aroused. Emperor Xu

Li chuckled, his sharp eyes drifting to the girl's tightly closed legs. That paradise was still untouched, tender and

delicate, her undeveloped private parts like unripe, pale pink peaches—tempting and inspiring a longing for her maturity. He imagined watching her grow day by day, more beautiful each day, her body more alluring than ever. He could personally measure her soft breasts, freely fondle her exquisite body… How intoxicating that would be! There was plenty of time; only by

being patient could he taste the sweetest fruit.

One hand continued to caress her tender breasts, while the other slid down the shallow cleavage to between her tightly closed legs. Ming Ruo felt fear and instinctively squeezed her legs together tightly, but she still couldn't resist Emperor Xu Li's gentle nudge. She felt a sudden weakness and soreness in her body, for no apparent reason. In an instant, all her strength vanished, leaving her limp and exhausted. Her jade-like legs were easily spread apart, revealing her alluring, shyly concealed private parts.

"You're wet," Xu Lidi chuckled softly, his gentle laughter seemingly both distant and intimately close to Mingruo. Her thoughts were hazy and confused. Her small hands, which had been clenched at her sides, unconsciously loosened their fists, and she collapsed weakly onto the bed. She had been perfectly fine just moments before, so why did he make her feel so weak after just one touch?

Mingruo, of course, knew nothing of martial arts. Although she had read medical books and knew the location and vital points of hundreds of acupoints on the human body, she didn't know what acupoint techniques were like. After all, she was a sheltered young woman, and although Duanmu Yun was highly skilled in martial arts, he never discussed such matters with her. Although the book mentioned acupressure techniques, it was only briefly mentioned, let alone the fact that Mingruo was now completely limp and powerless to resist. Her attempt to pretend to be asleep had backfired spectacularly; after being acupressured by Emperor Xuli, she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

"Ruo'er is truly shy and sensitive." Emperor Xu Li slowly plucked a strand of silvery love fluid, chuckling softly, "Was it the same when you were having intercourse with Duanmu Yun?" His purple eyes were deep, clearly recalling the scene he had inadvertently glimpsed when they were making love, her sensitive pink orifice gushing forth like a pillar... ...finally, it was about to become his.

Chapter 048,

Pretending to Sleep (Part 2) h Emperor Xu Li's lewd words shocked Ming Ruo, a deep sense of humiliation rising in her heart, but at this moment she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. Apart from being somewhat conscious, she was no different from being unconscious.

She felt a large hand grasp her chin, then a slender finger gently caressed her lips a few times before slowly pushing inward. The finger was wet, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance—the smell… the smell was like her own… Mingruo knew what it was. She frowned, resisting, unwilling to open her mouth. But trying to resist Xu Lidi's wanton play was like an ant trying to shake a tree. Her rosy lips were finally pried open, and Xu Lidi hooked and played with her soft tongue—he seemed to love playing with Mingruo's mouth, as if he couldn't go in below, but wanted to make up for it with her mouth above.

Her tongue tasted a faint saltiness. Although it wasn't unpleasant, the thought that it came from her own body made Mingruo feel nauseous. Unfortunately, no matter how much her mind raced, she still had to lie weakly on the bed, letting Xu Lidi do as he pleased.

"Is it delicious, Ruo'er?" Emperor Xu Li asked with a smile, his playful gaze fixed on the trembling eyelashes of the girl beneath him. What a pitiful little thing. She didn't want to wake up when she had the chance, but now that he wouldn't let her, she wanted to open her eyes. "Isn't it very sweet, hmm?"

Ming Ruo wanted to speak, wanted to tell him to stop touching her, but her small mouth opened weakly, and in the end, she couldn't utter a single word.

Emperor Xu Li's smile deepened. He teased Ming Ruo's lips and tongue, wiping all the moisture from his fingers into her mouth, forcing her to lick it clean.

"So good." Realizing that his fingers had only left her saliva, Emperor Xu Li praised Ming Ruo, then lowered his head, kissing down her delicate breasts. Feather-like kisses covered Ming Ruo's entire body, adding vibrant purple bruises to her already scarred skin. Emperor Xu Li loved leaving his marks on her body, like a beast marking its territory and sovereignty. This girl was his possession; no one else was allowed to touch her except him.

Mingruo opened her small mouth, moaning weakly. No matter how unwilling she was in her heart, no matter how much she told herself that this was against morality, that it was dirty, that it was filthy, her body would honestly reflect her vulnerability. "Ah... Ah... Ah..." As Emperor Xuli's kisses went further down, Mingruo's cries became more and more soft and melodious, like some kind of courtship bird. "

If Ruo'er keeps crying like this, don't blame your father for losing his beastly nature." In the midst of his busyness, Emperor Xuli pinched her smooth, tender breast, pinched the pink bead at the tip, and then continued to bury his head in her white jade-like body. His nimble yet wicked lips and tongue traced her tender belly. Xu Lidi curled his tongue, secretly probing into her adorable navel. Mingruo suddenly tightened her lower abdomen, her plump buttocks trying to sway from side to side in an attempt to escape, but her whole body was as limp as water, utterly defenseless, only able to let Xu Lidi's tongue swirl, tease, and suckle inside her navel. The sensation, both intoxicating and torturous, brought tears to her eyes.

So uncomfortable… so uncomfortable… so uncomfortable… It felt like a fire was burning inside her, a familiar sensation rising from her lower abdomen. This time, Mingruo clearly felt something flowing from the mysterious crevice between her legs. She was no longer a young, unmarried woman; naturally, she knew what it was. But this reaction… Shouldn't this reaction only occur when she's with the man she loves?!

"Yun Lang...?

" Mingruo cried out Duanmu Yun's name in her heart, but only moans escaped her lips. Her mind was clear, but her senses were already lost in lust. Emperor Xuli had been on the throne for thirty years and had played with countless beauties in his harem. His skills in bed were naturally superb, but he had never bothered to please women, so he had never used such methods. Mingruo was the first woman in his life whom he had genuinely seduced—even though she was his daughter, not one of his concubines.

Her sensitive navel trembled as it was licked, a little itchy, a little sore, and a little numb, but more than anything, it was a deadly pleasure that Mingruo had never experienced before, something Duanmu Yun could not give her. Before their marriage, both of them were virgins. Although Duanmu Yun had gone to Pingkang Lane to learn from others for their wedding night, his practical experience was still limited, and the tricks he knew in bed could be counted on one hand. While the couple were bold in their intimate moments, Duanmu Yun had never truly toyed with Mingruo. He treated her with utmost gentleness and care, afraid of hurting her in the slightest. He would never use such wicked methods; occasionally, he would tease Mingruo mischievously, but he would be careful not to make her uncomfortable. But Emperor Xuli was different. He was not Duanmu Yun; he was not gentle, he only knew how to plunder.

And to obtain Mingruo, if he could make her obediently submit to him in bed, why not?

Therefore, from the beginning, Emperor Xuli had no intention of using gentle methods to pull Mingruo into his arms. As long as he possessed her first, he would worry about the rest later.

Warm lips and tongues had already reached the overflowing flower cave. Emperor Xuli slowly nibbled here and there, completely nonchalant, seemingly unaffected by the beautiful young woman's body before him. But only he knew the extent to which his body, hidden beneath the bright yellow dragon robe, had swollen. But the more you endure, the sweeter the fruit you reap in the end, isn't it?

Mingruo's breathing grew heavier, and she even began to writhe on the bed. Although her movements were limited due to her limp body, she was indeed moving, driven by Xu Lidi's seduction and teasing, by the desires that humans are born with and cannot control or suppress. After all,

she was just a young girl of sixteen or eighteen. Resisting the temptations of wealth and fame might not be difficult, but when it came to the desires that humans are born with, she was too small, too small to resist them face-to-face, let alone facing the demonically powerful Xu Lidi. His

purple eyes watched the writhing, inexperienced female body with interest until Mingruo could no longer suppress the emptiness within her, moaning and whimpering. Only then did Xu Lidi grant her wish, opening his thin lips to take that small paradise into his mouth. His tongue skillfully explored inside, and the surging love juices wet his chin and the tip of his straight nose. A particularly rich and erotic fragrance filled the entire palace.

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