Guo Yichen curved his lips slightly but did not expose her. He instructed the palace servants to help him undress, then lay down on the bed as well.
He lay very properly, and the bed was large, so he did not touch Lin Anran at all.
But even so, she still felt somewhat uncomfortable, as if she were a little rabbit lying beside a big gray wolf that could devour her at any moment.
She did not know how long she had lain there when she was beginning to drift into sleep. Suddenly, she felt the person beside her move. Instinctively, Lin Anran turned over and straddled the man’s waist.
The firm outline of his abs pressed clearly through the fabric. His chest rose and fell with steady breathing, strong and powerful, lifting the hands she had placed on him and then sinking again, the warmth from his body spreading through her palms. Without thinking, she pressed her fingers down slightly.
She had to admit—Guo Yichen’s chest muscles were very responsive.
Thinking this, she squeezed again, her boldness gradually increasing.
In this patriarchal feudal dynasty, even as the Empress—second only to the emperor in status—she still had to abide by the basic rule of “obeying her father at home and her husband after marriage.”
As the emperor’s official wife, she could not escape the duty of sleeping with him.
Since it was inevitable that she would share a bed with the emperor anyway, then why must it be the emperor “having her”?
If they were going to sleep together regardless, she might as well “sleep with the emperor” instead.
The man in front of her not only had an excellent physique, but also a face that was outrageously handsome—top-tier even by modern entertainment industry standards. No matter how she looked at it, she wouldn’t lose.
Lin Anran felt that they were all adults. She wasn’t some young, inexperienced girl; she had dated and been intimate with men in her past life. There was nothing to be shy about.
They weren’t anyone’s first, and neither was the other the only one. No one was at a disadvantage—fair enough.
She had never been the type to overthink things. Since she had come into this world, she would simply follow its rules.
So she lowered her head and kissed Guo Yichen’s thin, cool lips.
The man’s initially teasing, playful expression froze in shock at her bold move.
Lin Anran’s kiss was hot and unrestrained, with a hint of exploratory teasing. She traced his lip line carefully, like a nimble serpent slipping in and stirring him up at will.
His heart suddenly began to pound violently, his blood boiling. He only felt that the self-control he had always been proud of was on the verge of collapsing under this kiss.
Suddenly, Lin Anran lifted her head and ordered in a seductive voice, “Close your eyes.”
Keeping his eyes open while kissing felt strange.
Guo Yichen frowned slightly, but as if possessed, he actually closed his eyes. His tense breathing seemed to carry anticipation for the kiss that would follow.
A faint fragrance lingered again at his nose. Hot breaths approached, and soft lips pressed down—like honey-coated clouds of warmth—making him instinctively respond.
Rapid breathing echoed within the bed curtains. Under the dim candlelight, two heated figures intertwined tightly.
Night deepened. Outside, the autumn wind rustled in silence. Inside, warmth and intimacy filled the room, their breaths tangled together.
Soaked in sweat, Lin Anran finally lay back on the bed in satisfaction, pulling the blanket over herself as she closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing heart.
The emperor had a great body, a handsome face, and was also quite skilled in bed—she had made a profit.
She thought smugly as drowsiness slowly overtook her.
But suddenly, a pair of large hands reached over. A strong body pressed down on her again, and the man’s hoarse, restrained voice carried a hunger that had not been satisfied.
“Has the Empress had enough?”
Lin Anran opened her sleepy eyes. What met her gaze was Guo Yichen’s strikingly handsome face, still unsatisfied, his peach-blossom eyes glinting with lingering interest.
“I am still hungry.”
His complaint carried a hint of coquetry, yet also dominance, as he lowered his head and claimed her lips again.
Lin Anran: “……”
Is this man running on adrenaline or what?
She had only slept for an hour when Chunhua woke her up again. Exhausted and sleepy, she didn’t even want to move a finger and let the palace attendants dress her.
Last night, Guo Yichen had continued until the early hours of the morning before finally stopping, and she had collapsed into deep sleep from sheer exhaustion.
While it wasn’t the exaggerated “seven times a night,” it was still about five times—enough for Lin Anran to sigh that without a strong body, one really couldn’t be emperor.