Fengyu was almost suffocated beneath him. She tried to push Xie Xun away, but he didn't budge. Slightly annoyed, she pinched his waist with considerable force, twisting hard enough to leave a bruise. Yet Xie Xun remained unfazed. Instead, he grasped her wrists and pressed them against the pillow, murmuring, "Ayu, Ayu..."
Even in his drunken stupor, Xie Xun still called her name. Fengyu sighed helplessly, responding, "I'm here. If you keep pressing down on me like this, you'll have no Empress left."
"Ayu is the Empress. The Empress is Ayu…" Xie Xun muttered under his breath, planting a kiss on her lips. "I don't want anyone else. Be good."
Fengyu: "…"
