The long skirt fell away, and the woman's fair, flawless skin made Yan Xiu's gaze grow deep and dark.
A faint fragrance stirred the heartstrings; Yan Xiu slowly lowered his head, and just as his cold lips brushed Li Yuyu's shoulder, he suddenly froze.
Yan Xiu sprang to his feet, did not look again at Li Yuyu on the bed, yanked over an outer robe, threw it on, and strode out.
"Emperor…" Shen Quan's eyes widened in surprise.
He looked at Yan Xiu's shadowed face and hurriedly followed.
Yan Xiu's steps were swift as the wind; the dampness in his palm made him unconsciously clench his fist.
His touch actually made her suffer that much?
Her compromise was only because she thought of her duty, nothing more. How ironic.
He, as the Emperor, wanting to have a woman yet needing to resort to force—and most ironic of all, even if he wanted to force her, he could not. The moment he felt her tears, his heart throbbed with a sharp pain.
