"Ha... I didn't expect that the right prime minister of the Southern Jin Dynasty was such a selfish person." Ling Zhexiao sarcastically turned sideways and glanced at Yan Nian with his evil eyes, "How about we sit down and talk in detail? I

I'm very curious about the truth behind this." Ling Zhexiao raised his forehead slightly and settled his body more comfortably into the carved rose chair. He turned his eyes to another cup of tea and motioned for Yan Nian to sit down.

Of course, Ling Zhexiao would not easily believe Yan Nian's words. He decided to examine Yan Nian again and force Yan Nian to tell the truth. Ling Zhexiao's lips curled up slightly. He would use his own methods when necessary. He did not believe that Yan Nian could withstand it.

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"Thank you, Emperor Da Shen." Naturally, Yan Nian knew that Ling Zhexiao would not believe it. When he invited him to sit down, he would examine it carefully. He didn't know what tactics Ling Zhexiao would use. Yan Nian respectfully stepped forward and bowed to Ling Zhexiao.

He bowed and sat down next to him.

Ling Zhexiao gently picked up the tea cup, grinding it with his hands, looking at the tea cup, but speaking directly to Yan Nian: "Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

Ling Zhexiao's eyes shimmered seductively, and the glass was full of color. This fox-wolf-like and charming man put his hands on Yan Nian's waist. His skin was smooth, but Yan Nian was touched with a subtle touch.

Shocked, a lightning-like feeling struck from his skin through his mind. Ling Zhexiao whispered into Yan Nian's ear: "Why don't you tell me the truth?"

"Well...Emperor Shen...respect yourself..." Yan Nian's cheeks were slightly flushed, and his breath was hot, but he turned his head away in a daze.

Ling Zhexiao was secretly happy when he saw Yan Nian looking like this. His slender fingers passed through Yan Nian's gorgeous clothes, cruising meaningfully behind Yan Nian's back, and finally slid down.

"Ah..." Yan Nian's whole body jumped up. He thought he was very determined, but under Ling Zhexiao's repeated harassment, he admitted that he was afraid of Ling Zhexiao.

The moment Yan Nian just jumped up, Ling Zhexiao secretly exerted force on his hands. Although Yan Nian was on guard against Ling Zhexiao, because he had no martial arts skills, he was restrained by him again. He only felt a weight on his waist. Looking back, he found that

Ling Zhexiao actually clasped his waist with both hands and stood up. Now she was standing behind him, her heavy breath blowing on his neck.

"Ha...are you still Qingjun? Hahaha..." Ling Zhexiao felt Yan Nian's stiffness and laughed muffledly. His chest was pressed against Yan Nian's back, but he was shaking a little bit.

The shock made Yan Nian even more rigid, and his self-maintained calmness was almost about to be broken.

Yan Nian took a deep breath and took a step forward to break away from such a nondescript embrace. He desperately told himself that he shouldn't get angry. He was no longer the reckless Yan Nian before. He could already stand alone and deal with any situation maturely.

Yan Nian desperately warned himself in his heart, but even if he warned himself again, he could not respond appropriately to such a situation. He opened his lips: "Does Emperor Da Shen really not care about Ming Xiang's life or death?

"Yan Nian knew that he had no choice but to use Yan Junqing to stimulate Ling Zhexiao.

Ling Zhexiao's hand paused, and the hand that was originally around Yan Nian's waist tightened a little harder, this time with enough force that Yan Nian felt a little pain in his waist, but this pain was worse than

The ambiguity before sex was much better.
Chapter completed!