The Regent’s Little Emperor (41)
Bai Weiwei had no time to react. He pried open her teeth, his tongue slipping past her lips and exploring inside.
She whimpered and struggled, but her kicks were pressed down, leaving her no room to escape.
Xie Yunting had always been sneaking light touches, when had he ever been able to be so brazen?
She tasted much better than she did in his dreams.
Bai Weiwei thought she was going to die.
Not by the time limit, but by this person’s kiss.
Xie Yunting pressed down on her, squeezing out the last bit of breath in her lungs. Her face was deathly pale, her expression stretched taut, her eyes full of a desperate struggle.
Being suffocated, the lack of oxygen was very painful.
Xie Yunting misinterpreted her expression.
Being treated like this, she was humiliated to this extent.
His movements stiffened, and Bai Weiwei used all her strength to push him, finally forcing his lips to move away.
“Xie Yunting, you stop, you stop this for us…” She looked at him with misty eyes, her hair in disarray, and her body trembling in fear.
Xie Yunting felt as though his soul was being whisked away by her.
She desperately struggled under his body, and every time she rubbed against him it drove him insane.
How could someone be so delicate and cute, but still draw about the beast in his heart.
【Ding. The male lead’s favorability has increased to 75.】
Bai Weiwei: This could also increase favorability. Sure enough, men really were animals who only thought with their lower body.
Xie Yunting’s fingers rubbed against her lips. His voice was dark, hoarse, and dripping with sex appeal. “Your Majesty, the night is long. This official was afraid that you would be lonely and could only sacrifice himself to accompany you.”
Bai Weiwei: I’ve seen many shameless people, but none were as shameless as this off-the-rails Tai Fu.
Seeing the humiliation in her eyes, he laughed lowly. His fingers pulled apart her tightly wrapped collar, revealing a smooth, snow-white neck.
Bai Weiwei’s pupils constricted. “Get the hell out, you filthy rogue.”
Xie Yunting’s eyes deepened, and he stilled.
Bai Weiwei, as though clutching at life-saving grass1, unleashed her rage and humiliation. “You’re really something, a renegade hated by the heavens and loathed by the people, what qualifications do you have to touch us? Just a savage dog thief with ambition, you thought you could be on equal footing with us? Get the f*ck out, cutsleeve, homosexual, this kind of mind is unsightly. And daring to apply it to us, are you not afraid of being struck down by the heavens?”
Just as she said this, there was a bang outside the door.
The lightning lit up Xie Yunting’s face, as pale as a ghost.
Xie Yunting’s smile distorted. “It seems His Majesty still doesn’t know his place. I am a proud and savage thieving rebel. You’re just my prize.”
He sneered, and without hesitation tore off her outer clothing, revealing her inner clothes. His fingers forcefully pinched and rubbed her delicate body through her clothing.
Truly a pampered jade who lived like a prince.
The feeling was warm and more wonderful than touching flowers.
Truly afraid that a single pinch would crush her. How could a boy be this soft and supple.
It brought out the tyranny in his heart.
Bai Weiwei gasped sharply. She couldn’t endure the strength of his kneading fingers, and her eyes welled with tears.
Xie Yunting’s eyes darkened. Everything condensed into a singular ferocious desire. “Your Majesty, if this official wants you to live, you must live. And if this official wants you to be happy, you must be happy. To be defiled by this dirty thief, how does His Majesty feel?”
1: Like driftwood for a drowning person.