Qin Rou still maintained the same position she had just before, sprawled out widely, she lifted her eyes to look at Li Mu, her chest rising and falling as if exhausted, "Your Majesty's virility."
Men do always like to be praised in such a manner.
Li Mu reached out a hand to explore downwards and fondled her, "Did your previous men have my virility?"
Qin Rou bent over, pushing his hand away, pleading for mercy.
Yet in her heart, she scorned Li Mu.
He was feeble, requiring either medicine or incense each time; didn't she know the score?
Every time, Qin Rou had to force herself to shout passionately, constantly moaning in various tones, always exhausting her throat.
"Your Majesty...mighty..."
Qin Rou seemingly couldn't take it anymore, suddenly sitting up and pulling Li Mu down on top of her, imagining him as Murong Ce, for whom she'd willingly do anything.
Qin Rou's voice was extremely loud, as if afraid the entire palace wouldn't know she was serving the emperor's bed.
