"Feng Yin, support Qing Jieyu, let's go."
Li Yuyu smiled and glanced back, her brilliant eyes seemed to contain thousands of stars.
Facing Li Yuyu's eyes with a hidden intention to please, Yan Xiu pressed his lips together, restraining his aura slightly.
Though Han Yiqing maintained her composure, her inner garment was already soaked with sweat.
With Feng Yin's assistance, she walked step by step out, until she saw Shui Bai outside the West Warm Pavilion, gradually regaining her strength.
"Emperor."
Li Yuyu did not leave the West Warm Pavilion, instead, she smiled and called tenderly.
The not-so-happy Yan Xiu replied calmly.
"Emperor..." Li Yuyu called again.
The soft voice of the woman reached nearby.
Yan Xiu just raised his eyes, only to feel his lips touch a soft, fragrant warmth. His phoenix eyes slightly dazed, clearly reflecting Li Yuyu's exquisite face.
"You're so beautiful, so beautiful that I can't help but want to tease you."
