The most romantic little emperor

Qin Hao raised a hint of amusement between his brows, and muttered to himself, if he drank it, when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, wouldn't Dong Meir cry all night?

"Okay, you go down first, and I will serve His Majesty here." Dong Meir spoke in a gentle tone as she whispered to the maid beside her, her words revealing unquestionable dignity and gentleness.

After the maids left, she took the initiative to scoop up a bowl of steaming deer soup for Qin Hao and said softly, "Your Majesty, please try it first to see if Mei'er's cooking is to your taste."

Qin Hao heard this, a warm smile appeared on his lips, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "Mei'er, I want to taste your cooking skills today. Since you entered the palace, I seem to have never tasted your cooking skills. Today I finally get my wish."

A blush appeared on Dong Meir's cheeks, like the first peach blossoms blooming in spring, and her eyes were filled with an indescribable joy.

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice as gentle as the spring breeze: "Your Majesty, my mother has been to the palace twice recently, and Mei'er has learned a lot of skills from her. If Your Majesty likes it, I will make it often."

Upon hearing this, Qin Hao curled up the corner of his mouth into a faint smile, then picked up the porcelain bowl carved with dragons and phoenixes and drank it all in one gulp, his movements revealing the air of an emperor.

The warm liquid slid into the throat, as if a warm current rose from the stomach and reached the heart, like a fire burning.

He couldn't help but sigh softly, and his breath was filled with a sense of relief and satisfaction. He thought to himself: This stuff is really magical. If I drink a few more bowls, I'm afraid even the dragon bed will tremble.

"My beloved concubine is so thoughtful. I am very pleased." Qin Hao's eyes fell gently on Dong Meir. Seeing that she was about to get up and personally hold the bowl to add soup for him, her tenderness and thoughtfulness warmed his heart.

"Your Majesty, let me serve you." Dong Meir Dong Meir slightly opened her red lips, picked up the gold-rimmed porcelain bowl, and pretended to feed Qin Hao soup.

She slowly stood up, her movements showing a level of delicacy and thoughtfulness never before seen, her charming eyes filled with undisguised care and tenderness.

It seemed that after experiencing the previous incident, she had grown a lot and learned to take care of others. The concern in her charming eyes could not be faked.

Qin Hao's gaze fell on her gently and he nodded slightly, with an indescribable heat burning in his eyes.

While enjoying the deer soup fed by Dong Meir, he admired her peerlessly beautiful face. Her appearance and charm were so intoxicating that he could not help but be intoxicated.

Dong Meir felt his burning gaze and her cheeks flushed. Her body trembled slightly involuntarily, as if even the air became charming.

Suddenly, she felt the subtle touch beneath her body. Although she felt a little shy, she also felt an indescribable anticipation.

She quietly lowered her eyes, trying to hide her shyness, but she couldn't hide the smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. The tacit understanding and warmth flowed quietly between the two of them.

For a moment, the atmosphere between the two became ambiguous and hot.

As the deer soup entered his stomach, it not only warmed his stomach, but also seemed to have magical power, making Qin Hao's blood boil. He felt as if his body was about to explode, and his hands began to move erratically.

Dong Meir's delicate body trembled slightly because of Qin Hao's mischievous big hands. Her eyes were seductive and every subtle movement exuded an irresistible charm.

She called out softly in her lingering voice: "Your Majesty..."

That voice, like the most alluring sound of nature between lovers, struck Qin Hao's heart directly, making his muscles and bones soften. There was an almost crazy red light flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

Unable to resist the temptation, Qin Hao suddenly held Dong Meir tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to merge her into his own bones and blood.

He walked towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation step by step with firm yet gentle steps.

A shy blush quietly bloomed on Dong Meir's face, as beautiful as peach blossoms in the early morning light.

Arriving at the bedroom, Qin Hao surrounded her and walked towards the large dragon bed.

She murmured in an almost inaudible voice: "Your Majesty, you haven't bathed yet, do you want to..."

Qin Hao interrupted Dong Meir's unfinished words without any explanation. His arms tightly wrapped around her like iron hoops, and there was an irresistible desire hidden in that strength.

As if he was afraid that the fleeting tenderness of the beauty in his arms would slip away quietly, he smiled softly and said, "Mei'er, my heart is already overwhelmed. After we are done, shall we take a bath?"

Dong Meir raised her eyes and happened to meet Qin Hao's eyes which were bloodshot and flashing with a burning light. She couldn't help but cover her lips with her sleeves, chuckled softly, and felt secretly proud in her heart.

Within these palace walls, it seems that Your Majesty cannot escape Dong Meir's charm.

I haven't taken the initiative to tease him yet, but he can't wait.

So, she nodded with a tender attitude, and her obedience was mixed with a hint of reluctance, which made Qin Hao's heart tremble even more.

Qin Hao was extremely excited. Is it finally coming?

He took two steps at a time, placed Dong Meir on the gilded dragon bed, and quickly took off his clothes.

Dong Meir looked at Qin Hao's majestic figure without any hesitation and gently took off her palace skirt.

As the palace skirt fell, followed by the undergarments, until there was nothing covering her at all, revealing her beautiful body, with all her hair exposed.

Qin Hao watched the entire process, closely following every subtle movement.

At first, his eyes were filled with an indescribable obsession, as if he was pulled by some kind of magic and couldn't extricate himself.

Then, this emotion quietly changed and turned into a surging restlessness in his heart. He didn't even blink his eyelids, for fear of missing any moment.

In the past, Dong Qingluan did all these things for Dong Meir, and at that time, she didn't seem to feel anything.

Now, when Dong Meir personally experiences those experiences that once belonged only to others, she seems to have opened up a whole new world.

Under Qin Hao's undisguised gaze, it seemed as if an electric current passed through her body. She couldn't help but feel soft. Her limbs seemed to have lost their former toughness and even breathing seemed so difficult.

As the bed curtains slowly fell, it was like the night quietly falling. Although it concealed the peach-pink spring scenery in the room, it failed to hide the charming and lingering atmosphere in the house.

"Mei'er, your beauty is enough to make everything in the world pale in comparison." Qin Hao's voice was full of undisguised admiration, like the warm sunshine in spring, warm and direct.

Dong Meir's body trembled slightly when she heard that. The awkwardness of her first taste of love was mixed with a bit of courage. She slowly turned sideways and lay on the soft bed. Her three thousand black hair spread out like a waterfall, flowing with a faint scent of ink and endless tenderness.

Those beautiful eyes, like the brightest stars in the deep night sky, exude a charm that is enchanting but not coquettish, gorgeous but not vulgar, and easily captured Qin Hao's heart.

There is no need for complicated words or deliberate gestures; her natural charm alone is enough to make everything around her pale in comparison.

In an instant, the air was filled with an intoxicating fascination, as if even time had stopped at this moment.