Yan Ge's already injured arm cushioned the fall. Her ankle was sprained and she groaned the moment they landed.
Although as emperor, the people around him would protect him every which way, he never thought of being protected by a woman at this time. He held her in nearly the first moments after the fall: "How are you?"
"Not too well." Yan Ge's voice was weak: "A broken leg and a cracked chest. It seems that I’m dying."
Emperor Yuan's hands were covered in the blood from her arm, and though he could not see in the darkness, the wetness made tremble from fear.
"Don't talk." He neatly ripped his sleeve and wrapped it around Yan Ge's wounded arm. After squeezing her four limbs to make sure she had no other injuries except for her ankle, he finally let out a sigh: "Bear it for a little while, Zhen[I] will bring you out."
He had not finished speaking before Yan Ge suddenly approached him and kissed him on the lips.
Her kiss was like a hot and spicy wine that caught in his throat. He was unable to react for a moment and could only bear it passively.
As emperor, he did not like being passive this way and so he only stunned for an instant. He proactively grabbed her waist and pressed her tightly into his arms.
Although her kiss was full of momentum, it was ultimately green. With his initiative, she became a duckweed drifting with the current and allowed him to barge through to get what he wanted.
It was as if the two were having a duel. While she attacked first, he was like a successor that exceeded the predecessor striking back skillfully until she lost helmet and armor in utter defeat.
Squeezing her waist tightly, he reigned in his desires and pulled away abruptly, making sure to bite her lips as he did so: "Why do you want to be a mountain bandit? Just how many... how many scholarly men have you captured?"
Yan Ge heard is gnashing molars and chuckled in a low voice. She hooked her other hand around his neck and raised herself up to press a kiss on his chin: "I am that scholarly man."
Her voice was clear and light, and the relieved exhale he let out in his heart shuddered out like fluttering wings. His body was so rigid that he couldn’t think clearly; all the thoughts in his mind were about the beauty stuck close to him.
Her small hands groped his clothes, and the tip of her tongue brushed over his lips: “If I was the bandit leader, I would have undoubtedly imprisoned Your Majesty on the mountain, not flee in a panic.”
His taught body resembled a string, and when her warm and wet tongue touched his lips, it finally snapped. One hand took off his clothes and spread them on the leafy ground while the other grabbed her provocative fingers and bit down on them.
"Why not say that earlier?" He was somewhat resentful and helpless. Not waiting for her reply, he kissed her again.
Her chest was bound with layers upon layers of cloth. He impatiently tore them open and was exasperated with this person that did not care for her own chest.
When impatient, the heart became vaguely expectant and excited.
He has never looked so forward to being sincere with a woman and blending with her as he was now.
He placed her carefully on top of the clothes and bent down to kiss her skin adoringly.
Her hand seized his neck and she giggled: "They’re too small. If you bite again there won't be anything left."
"Don't wrap them in the future." His fingers fondled them and he could not help it; his throat rolled. Biting down on her earlobe, he whispered in a low voice: “Not small, they’re quite good this way.”
Yan Ge's already injured arm cushioned the fall. Her ankle was sprained and she groaned the moment they landed.
Although as emperor, the people around him would protect him every which way, he never thought of being protected by a woman at this time. He held her in nearly the first moments after the fall: "How are you?"
"Not too well." Yan Ge's voice was weak: "A broken leg and a cracked chest. It seems that I’m dying."
Emperor Yuan's hands were covered in the blood from her arm, and though he could not see in the darkness, the wetness made tremble from fear.
"Don't talk." He neatly ripped his sleeve and wrapped it around Yan Ge's wounded arm. After squeezing her four limbs to make sure she had no other injuries except for her ankle, he finally let out a sigh: "Bear it for a little while, Zhen[I] will bring you out."
He had not finished speaking before Yan Ge suddenly approached him and kissed him on the lips.
Her kiss was like a hot and spicy wine that caught in his throat. He was unable to react for a moment and could only bear it passively.
As emperor, he did not like being passive this way and so he only stunned for an instant. He proactively grabbed her waist and pressed her tightly into his arms.
Although her kiss was full of momentum, it was ultimately green. With his initiative, she became a duckweed drifting with the current and allowed him to barge through to get what he wanted.
It was as if the two were having a duel. While she attacked first, he was like a successor that exceeded the predecessor striking back skillfully until she lost helmet and armor in utter defeat.
Squeezing her waist tightly, he reigned in his desires and pulled away abruptly, making sure to bite her lips as he did so: "Why do you want to be a mountain bandit? Just how many... how many scholarly men have you captured?"
Yan Ge heard is gnashing molars and chuckled in a low voice. She hooked her other hand around his neck and raised herself up to press a kiss on his chin: "I am that scholarly man."
Her voice was clear and light, and the relieved exhale he let out in his heart shuddered out like fluttering wings. His body was so rigid that he couldn’t think clearly; all the thoughts in his mind were about the beauty stuck close to him.
Her small hands groped his clothes, and the tip of her tongue brushed over his lips: “If I was the bandit leader, I would have undoubtedly imprisoned Your Majesty on the mountain, not flee in a panic.”
His taught body resembled a string, and when her warm and wet tongue touched his lips, it finally snapped. One hand took off his clothes and spread them on the leafy ground while the other grabbed her provocative fingers and bit down on them.
"Why not say that earlier?" He was somewhat resentful and helpless. Not waiting for her reply, he kissed her again.
Her chest was bound with layers upon layers of cloth. He impatiently tore them open and was exasperated with this person that did not care for her own chest.
When impatient, the heart became vaguely expectant and excited.
He has never looked so forward to being sincere with a woman and blending with her as he was now.
He placed her carefully on top of the clothes and bent down to kiss her skin adoringly.
Her hand seized his neck and she giggled: "They’re too small. If you bite again there won't be anything left."
"Don't wrap them in the future." His fingers fondled them and he could not help it; his throat rolled. Biting down on her earlobe, he whispered in a low voice: “Not small, they’re quite good this way.”
