Yan Xiu was somewhat unaccustomed to Li Yuyu’s changes.
Her intuition told her that the little concubine was up to something again.
Yan Xiu spread his arms, his Dragon Robe was already unbuckled, now it hung loosely on his body, embodying both laziness and seductiveness, which was precisely Li Yuyu’s current perception.
Li Yuyu pressed her lips together, her cheeks slightly flushed, but with her head lowered, Yan Xiu couldn’t see her.
Even if Yan Xiu saw it, she wouldn’t feel embarrassed, after all, she wasn’t embarrassed, others would be. Li Yuyu was carrying this motto through to the end.
Li Yuyu’s hand slowly rested on Yan Xiu’s shoulder.
Yan Xiu was tall, and he was standing, so Li Yuyu had to tilt her head up to help Yan Xiu undress, bringing her very close to him, her breath lightly hitting Yan Xiu’s skin, tickling.
They were the only two at the hot spring.
Shen Quan had already ordered the palace maids and eunuchs to retreat far away, while he and Hua Yin guarded outside the door. In case there were any instructions inside, they would hear them first and wouldn’t delay the master’s affairs.
"Beloved concubine, you’re moving so slowly."
Yan Xiu’s Adam’s apple moved as he pressed Li Yuyu’s mischievous hand, pulling her hand to his lips to gently touch them.
While doing this, Yan Xiu’s dark phoenix eyes continually watched Li Yuyu’s eyes,
Li Yuyu only felt her hand burn for a moment, instinctively wanting to retract her hand.
But Yan Xiu wouldn’t let go, he directly pulled her into his arms: "Beloved concubine, are you ready?"
These words were blunt beyond measure.
Even if Li Yuyu wanted to play dumb, it wouldn’t work. Her heart was pounding wildly, her back leaning against Yan Xiu’s chest, wearing thin clothes, she could feel the firmness of Yan Xiu’s muscles, the scorching temperature dyeing her cheeks pink, her body’s temperature gradually rising.
The water in the pool emitted a faint mist, drifting towards where Yan Xiu and Li Yuyu were.
Petals were scattered in the pool, the air carrying a faint sweet and cloying scent.
The atmosphere was filled with the scent of love, a convergence of time, place, and people, such a suggestive ambiance left Li Yuyu almost unable to resist, her mind clamoring with one word—"Devour him!"
Li Yuyu’s legs felt a bit weak, wanting to say something, but her body was turned around by Yan Xiu. He lowered his head, she tilted hers up, their eyes met, and it seemed as if the air ceased to flow.
When her lips were sealed, Li Yuyu thought, acting impulsively once wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Yan Xiu was still in mourning. To her knowledge, before becoming the Emperor, Yan Xiu was quite overlooked, leading a miserable and dangerous life. The women around him, either watched him or sought to take his life.
The Empress Dowager, once the late Emperor’s concubine, was not favored. Due to having a son, she too faced much hardship.
Having seen such things, Yan Xiu had no interest in women anymore.
Upon becoming Emperor, he cited the need to mourn the late Emperor as a reason to focus solely on court affairs, naturally not engaging with women. She might very well be Yan Xiu’s first woman.
After all, regarding women, the only one Yan Xiu cared about seemed to be "Li Yuyu".
Thinking of this, Li Yuyu gradually regained clarity.
Yan Xiu’s kindness towards her and everything he did for her was simply because she was "Li Yuyu".
Li Yuyu wanted affection, wanted to preserve her life. She could leverage her current advantages, but she didn’t want to become a substitute.
A substitute?
When this word surfaced in her mind, the ripples in Li Yuyu’s heart calmed. She opened her eyes wide and pushed Yan Xiu away forcefully.