This was no obstacle for Yun Jiao.
"Emperor,"
she took Xie Zhixing's hand and placed it on her neck.
He was momentarily stunned.
Xie Zhixing rarely touched other people's necks; his life was always as efficient as a meticulously crafted machine, even in his visits to the concubines. Only with Yun Jiao did he attempt to please and comfort her because she felt a bit of pain during their first time together, which made him try to break out of a cycle and ensure she felt no pain.
The neck was not meant for flirting.
But when Yun Jiao happily took his hand and placed it there, he instinctively curled his fingers slightly, feeling the delicate and tender flesh in his palm. He could feel the movement of her throat as she swallowed. He realized how thin, how fragile a young lady's neck was, and his hand almost covered the entire thing, leaving a beautiful little face seemingly without a neck, just a head.
It was supposed to be a sultry gesture.
But it was Yun Jiao after all!
