Chapter 89 It seems that not only did it not add to the fun, but it also made people anxious?
She didn't know why he was in a bad mood, but she didn't want to be his emotional trash can every time he was in a bad mood. That made her feel very humble.
The feeling of being an unknown forbidden concubine really made her feel disdainful. She also didn't like the feeling that she was both resisting and secretly looking forward to. In short, meeting him gave her a headache.
"I'm not drunk." Di Qian'ao picked up the tea bowl and poured the warm tea from her collar.
"Um..." He poured tea into her collar and refused to admit that he was drunk. Is this something a person with a clear mind can do?
"Don't scream, I'll lose control if I hear it." Di Qianao's kiss followed the flow of tea from her neck, tasting the fragrance of the tea that had been touched by her body temperature, "I just need a cup
For tea, your body as a vessel is more thirst-quenching than an imperial teacup."
"Please stop." Luo Changan's voice was tinged with shyness involuntarily, and he was breathing rapidly and slapping his chest, almost crying, "Emperor, don't be like this, the Queen Mother is about to send you a meal
, if someone discovers that this slave is with you in the house, the slave will be punished by the Queen Mother."
However, Di Qianao remained unmoved at all and did not stop his enthusiastic actions.
It wasn't until Luo Changan's shoulder twitched slightly, and he was tortured by his rough bites that he cried, that he stopped moving, lingering jealousy lingering between his brows.
"Why are you crying?"
"It's not bedtime now. If your mother knows that this slave is messing around with you in broad daylight, your life will be ruined. Emperor, please let me go." Luo Changan's desire to survive prompted her to lower her posture to discuss with Emperor Qianao.
.
If the Queen Mother came across this matter, she would at most beat the slave to death, and there would be no punishment for the Emperor at all. However, she would have no hope or chance to survive and kill her enemy.
"Are you still afraid?" Di Qian'ao raised his eyes slightly, with suppressed anger in his cold eyes: "You are only afraid that the Queen Mother will punish you if you bump into me! Then you are not afraid of secretly tasting the forbidden fruit with other men.
I'll punish you if I bump into you!"
Luo Changan was shocked and stared at Di Qianao in astonishment. Could it be... could it be that he saw her leaning on Murong Jue just now?
"My slave didn't taste it secretly!" Luo Changan's tone was firm and decisive. The more confident and confident he said it, the more trustworthy he would be.
“Not only did I taste it, but I also learned how to deceive me.”
"I didn't lie to you!" I can't hold it anymore, help me! When I was a kid, my mother would interrogate me to see if I had eaten sweets secretly.
"to be honest!"
"I don't know what the emperor is talking about..." Luo Changan tried his best to tighten his clothes to prevent the beauty from leaking out, "Emperor... don't be angry. It's scary for you to teach this slave like this. Please let go.
Come on, slave, slave... I beg you, slave."
Luo Changan surrendered and begged for mercy. We will talk about it later. We must get over this hurdle first. She spoke softly and stared innocently at Di Qianao with her big eyes.
Di Qianao suddenly felt dumbfounded, "Luo Chang'an, you are so brave. You want to prevaricate? I won't let you have a longer memory. You really think that I am big enough to allow you to taste it. You really
I thought I was very generous!"
Di Qianao let Luo Changan lie on his lap, and then opened her skirt. His cold hands patted her buttocks gently, and the tight and elastic touch made his waist tighten.
I couldn't bear to leave my hand.
Luo Changan's face turned red from being beaten, and he was ashamed and annoyed. He cried loudly and struggled to get up, "I'm not a child, how could the emperor spank me...spank my butt...
"
In Luo Changan's memory, his mother never spanked him. Now the emperor pulled up his skirt and slapped him on the butt. It didn't hurt, but he felt deeply humiliated.
She couldn't help but think of her own tragic death, alone and anonymously hiding in the inner courtyard of the palace, working as a slave, a maid, and a pet that never saw the light of day. She was worried all day long, but now she was spanked without dignity. She really felt sad.
Become miserable.
Di Qianao finally came to his senses, let go of Luo Changan, and then held her waist and let her sit on his lap. He gently shed her tears for her, "Did it hurt from the beating? Why are you crying?"
So sad?"
He didn't use any force, it was just for fun. At least he read a few miscellaneous books. The books said that this can increase the fun of a couple, but it seems that instead of adding to the fun, it also makes people anxious?...
Just speechless.
The look in her eyes clearly meant she wanted to kill him, but due to the disparity in status, she was just being patient.
"It doesn't hurt." Luo Changan shook his head, and then wiped his tears with a handkerchief. These tears were real, not the kind of hypocritical fake crying in front of Murong Jue and Song Panyan just now. At this time, he felt that the world
There is nothing more miserable than her.
"Since it doesn't hurt, why are you crying like this?" Di Qianao was a little at a loss. In the past, she would either accept it or resist with all her strength. Today, she wiped her tears silently, which was very dangerous.
Women are too troublesome! They cry when touched! I... don't know how to coax.
"The emperor doesn't respect me."
"Respect...what does it mean?" He is an emperor, and what he wants can usually be easily obtained, and no woman has ever mentioned these two words to him. Can respect be rewarded by decree?
"Respect means that the emperor cannot lift my skirt and spank me without asking me. I am a girl, I have thoughts, and I am a living person. I don't want the emperor to vent my emotions like an object."
Di Qianao thought for a moment after hearing this, "I didn't treat you as an object. I always thought that you regarded me lifting your skirt as a very normal thing. Now it seems that you don't think this is normal.
?”
"Yes, this is very abnormal! For example, if you lift other people's skirts on the street, you will be beaten to death." Luo Changan was very surprised when he heard his remarks, so he always thought that she enjoyed being fucked by him every night.
Devastated.
"..." He wouldn't lift anyone's skirt casually. He would only lift hers.
"I hope the emperor will not do strange things to the slave again in the future. Since you are not going to be responsible for the slave, don't always treat the slave like a woman with fireworks. The slave is a girl. After leaving the palace, her reputation is
very important."
Di Qianao's hand gradually tightened, and he left the palace at the end of the plan. He was so angry, "It was you who prevented me from touching you anymore. Don't beg me to come back!"
Luo Changan turned his face away and said firmly: "I won't ask you for help."
"Very good." Di Qian'ao was also disliked and was very boring. The harem all longed for him to have both rain and dew, but she actually hoped that he would stay away from it, "I will never touch you again in the future!"