Wei Ying a humble slave who became a substitute bride. When he thought the Cruel Emperor would take his life, on the contrary he was astonished to see the Emperor acting unlike himself.
Is there a chance that the emotionless cold Emperor fell for t...
Wei Ying shook like a leaf under his majesty's strong hold.
His face, the Epitome of beauty, wore a look so pitiful that even Lan Wangji had to agree with his fairy-like innocence. He was moved, but still he didn't let go of Wei Ying's hands.
He secretly enjoyed his Concubine's submissive attitude and total surrender.
Wei Ying--( His mouth dry and eyes tearful)
Your Majesty.....
Lan Wangji- (Voice deep and theatening )
Have you decided how you will serve me?
Wei Ying sneered, greeting his teeth .
" I can Serve you with my sexual charms. Nothing that I cannot do!
But--Your majesty, if you don't let go of my hand, how will I serve you?"
Wei Ying was nervous as he placed both his hands on his majesty's broad chest.
Lan Wangji--(looking at him critically)
Dilly- Dally. What the hell are you going to do?
Care to explain?"
Lan Wangji was confused and at the same time, restless to know what Wei Ying had in mind to serve his needs.
Wei Ying brought his face closer to his majesty. Lan Wangji was taken aback, then slowly his face relaxed as he took in Wei Ying's lotus and lemon scent. To Wangji, it felt ethereal.
He took a sniff.
( Wei Ying urged )-- your Majesty, your hands...
Wei Ying felt his face heat up as Lan Wangji put both his hands on his butt and squeezed them to his heart's content.
Wei Ying was supported by his majesty's strong arms and he was hanging on his lap.
Lan Wangji's sudden act made Wei Ying a face of extreme discomfort.
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Lan Wangji although paid no heed to his request and kept inhaling his body scent.
Lan Wangji --
Don't move. Let me take a good sniff. You smell heavenly! "
Wei Ying--
You dirty goat! (Wei Ying murmured in anger )
He made a disgusting face, but couldn't object.
Lan Wangji put his hands around Wei Ying's neck and their bodies were so close that even the wind couldn't pass.
Wangji had his head on Wei Ying's shoulder as he kept sniffing in his aroma like a person under drunken stupor.
