Yan Xiu held the little concubine in his arms, savoring her beauty, and he could truly feel himself touching her.
In his ecstatic confusion, his hand had already touched the tie at Li Yuyu's waist, and at the same moment, he was pushed away by her.
In the depths of Yan Xiu's phoenix eyes, a rich flame still burned. His breathing was slightly heavy, and he looked at Li Yuyu in front of him with a wolf-like gaze.
He kissed the somewhat dazed little concubine, her face flushed, her cherry lips alluring, but what calmed Yan Xiu were those eyes that always enchanted him.
Their clarity now sharply distinct from the earlier haze and faint emotions.
It stabbed Yan Xiu's heart hard.
Very painful.
"Emperor, this subject's body is unwell, I fear I cannot accompany the Emperor in bathing," Li Yuyu retreated two steps, further widening the distance from Yan Xiu, and bowed.
Yan Xiu, thoroughly provoked, moved two steps closer to Li Yuyu: "Beloved concubine, you said your body is unwell?"
