Zhao Junyao raised an eyebrow sharply.
"As they say, a feast for the eyes!" A beautiful lady is indeed satisfying.
With that, he lifted her up and walked toward the bed.
Xia Ruqing protested desperately.
"Hey hey hey, I'm not full, I'm not full yet..."
Before she could finish the sentence, she was tossed onto the bed.
Someone pressed down on her without a word.
Soon, only two smooth, slender legs were left kicking on either side of someone's narrow waist.
The embroidered drapes with silver thread flowers fell, veiling the room in springtime bliss.
The air only held a series of fine, breathless murmurs that made one blush.
...
The first month went by in a flash.
By February, the cold finally retreated a bit.
When the weather was clear, there was a bit of warmth in the air.
The flowers, grass, and trees in the Imperial Garden, under the careful tending of the palace maids and eunuchs, began to show signs of life.
