Later, Wan Zhen’er and the Prince fell onto the bed. Wan Zhen’er wrapped herself into the Prince’s arms like a whirlwind. She didn’t want him to leave her, and she wouldn’t let him leave her. She wanted his heart, his body, his soul, everything.
The Prince also kissed Wan Zhen’er greedily, pressing his body tightly against hers.
As if about to swallow Wan Zhen’er whole.
The Prince’s movements were what Wan Zhen’er had long desired, fantasized about countless times in midnight dreams, and now, they finally appeared clearly and tangibly in reality.
At that moment, Wan Zhen’er became the Prince’s woman.
At that moment, the Prince became Wan Zhen’er’s man.
The Prince no longer called Wan Zhen’er “Aunt,” but called her by her name: “Zhen’er.”
So warm. So happy. Such a secure feeling.
The two words “Zhen’er” made Wan Zhen’er spirited and radiant, pushing her age back to the time of first love. A woman who has never loved or been loved is not truly a woman. Although Wan Zhen’er became a woman too late, waiting an eternity while her peers had become haggard wives, she finally began to flourish.
But what of it?
Wan Zhen’er still waited.
And the man who made her flourish was none other than the current Prince, the future Emperor.
In this vast world, Wan Zhen’er had only herself.
And the Prince who was deeply infatuated with her.
Wan Zhen’er liked to cling to the Prince whenever possible, with her heart and her irresistibly mature, seductive body. She knew that at this moment, even fox spirits would have to learn from her – they lacked her charm, her sensuality.
Wan Zhen’er asked the Prince in the most casual, mesmerizing tone: “Am I attractive? Am I beautiful?
The Prince nodded: “Attractive! Beautiful!”
Wan Zhen’er asked again: “I’m different from other women, right? Do you like me? Do you love me?”
The Prince nodded even more emphatically: “I like you! I love you!”
Wan Zhen’er’s questions seemed endless: “How long have you liked me? How long will you love me?”
