He crossed the hall and passed through the lattice screen to her bed. She suddenly emerged from behind the gauze curtain, embracing his neck and pulling him down onto the bed.
“Chief, you’re late. I’ve been waiting and getting sleepy,” Ruan Ning whispered into his ear, then bit him hard. “I told you to come, why are you dawdling?”
Gu Lianchang remained silent, allowing Ruan Ning to scratch and bite him playfully.
Ruan Ning was puzzled by his silence as she pinned him down, her hand pressing on his chest. “What’s wrong?”
Gu Lianchang spoke hoarsely, “Following me, do you regret it?”
“Why would I regret?” Ruan Ning replied. “You’ve given me everything I wanted, even more than promised.”
Gu Lianchang felt bitterness at the notion of their relationship as a transaction, noting her faithfulness. “The title of Empress is just an empty name. Besides this title, you’ll gain nothing. You can’t have children like other women.”
“I got you,” Ruan Ning chuckled. With him by her side, no one could force her. She enjoyed watching him gradually fall for her. Playfully, she pressed him down, raising his arms above his head, but her hands were too small to grip his muscular arms. She pretended to pin him down while pulling at his clothing belt, exposing his firm, cool skin.
Ruan Ning lowered her head and kissed him lightly, smiling as she tested the skin-to-skin contact: “Nice skin, very suitable for writing.” Gu Lianchang allowed her to pull off his belt and wrap it around his arm, watching her like a mischievous child. She tied a tight knot, looking triumphant. Sitting on his waist, she slowly untied her own belt, waving it in front of him. Her graceful curves were barely concealed, and Gu Lianchang tried to see more in the darkness, but she unexpectedly turned and tied his legs with her belt.
Gu Lianchang raised an eyebrow, curious about her intentions. Ruan Ning reached into the bedside drawer, taking out a brush and a box of rouge. Cheekily, she raised the brush tip and whispered, “Chief Gu, now it’s my turn.” The fine brush dipped in rouge glided over his chest, igniting excitement. Gu Lianchang couldn’t see what she was writing but guessed it was the character for “stupid.”
