The Path of the Cannon Fodder's Counterattack

Chapter 42: A Cup of Wine

Ling Xiao frowned and bit his trembling tongue with a canine, using the pain to call back a portion of his rationality. Immediately after, he spoke devotedly, “This servant knows that the Emperor done a lot for this servant, this servant will definitely not fail to live up to His Majesty’s expectations.”

Pursing his lips at what he heard, the Emperor gazed at Ling Xiao fixedly. The eyes of the little eunuch before him were pure and misty, and on his harmless-looking face was a trace of pleading. His heart softening, the Emperor’s brows eased slightly.

When he saw that, Ling Xiao hurriedly continued, “Since Your Majesty wants this servant to serve you, naturally this servant is very happy too and would like to do so. However, as Your Majesty can already see, this servant’s injuries haven’t gotten better. It’s not that this servant didn’t reply because this servant is unwilling, but rather because this servant feared this one will not serve Your Majesty well due to the injury.”

When Ling Xiao finished, he stole a look at the Emperor, but his expression was still blank and his gaze serene. Unsure what he was thinking, Ling Xiao’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be that his words didn’t have any effect on the Emperor at all?

Thinking this and that, Ling Xiao ran out of ideas and his mind became a complete mess that was hard to sort out.

The cautious and restless appearance of the little eunuch in front of him was just like that of a startled rabbit shivering in front of him. His lips pursed and his heart softening, the Emperor released the suppressed Ling Xiao.

Being freed, Ling Xiao raised his head to look at the Emperor in astonishment. However, what he saw was still the same profound and mysterious appearance.

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth, Just what went on in this Emperor’s brain? Even so, that the Emperor was willing to let him go showed that he was very soft-hearted towards him.

Ling Xiao’s eyes flashed as he thought, immediately coming to a decision.

He turned around and picked up a dessert off the table, lifting it to the Emperor’s mouth, “Your Majesty, this is an osmanthus cake that this servant personally made. Please try it.”

The Emperor glanced at the osmanthus cake, but didn’t open his mouth.

Seeing that, Ling Xiao clenched his teeth and held the osmanthus cake by a corner in his mouth as he brought it to the Emperor’s.

The Emperor slightly raised his eyebrows, his eyes narrowing.

This little eunuch rarely took the initiative to approach him. Those lively eyes that were slightly damp and full of hope were just like those of a small kitten acting spoiled in front of its master, while the golden yellow cake against his pale lips was erotic.

The Emperor’s eyes darkened, and he grabbed the little eunuch’s waist, while placing his other hand on the back of his head. In one bite, he ate the osmanthus cake and covered the eunuch’s lips with his. Before the eunuch had a chance to react, his tongue dug into his mouth.

“Your…” Although he had made some preparations in case the Emperor did something like this, when the Emperor really did it, Ling Xiao’s heart still jumped in fright, nearly leaping into his throat.

This time, the Emperor’s kiss was different from the overbearing ones from before. This one was gentle and loving, it was extremely touching.

“Hnnn…uhnnnn…”

Ling Xiao faintly moaned, his body weakening due to the Emperor’s teasing.

He laid in the Emperor’s embrace and, like a fish in drought wishing for rain, actively tried to draw out the sweetness in the Emperor’s mouth.