Quick Wear: Oh no, the lady is running away with the ball again

It was the fifteenth day of the lunar month, and the moonlight poured down on the earth, stirring up people's reverie. Yun Qian changed into a dance dress and quietly slipped into Mo Heng's study while the guards were away.

Mo Heng's eyes darkened when he saw her dressed like this. This charming woman, walking towards him so gracefully, made him want to swallow her whole, melt her into his flesh and blood, and hide her from everyone else.

Yun Qian stood in front of Mo Heng, and as if she had mustered up her courage, she raised her beautiful face and looked straight at Mo Heng. Her bright smile could not hide the sorrow in her beautiful eyes. Yun Qian did not ignore the surprise and thought that flashed across Mo Heng's eyes.

Then, she slowly said: "Thank you, Your Highness, for inviting the imperial physician to see me that day. I have no special skills, so today I want to... dance for Your Highness." She looked straight at Mo Heng, and no one could refuse that pure and charming face.

Mo Heng knew that she had been learning dancing recently. He thought it was not a big deal, so he let her do it.

Almost as if possessed by some mysterious force, he agreed to her request. Or perhaps, looking at those watery eyes, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. It was as if she would burst into tears if he said no. So, he didn't dare reject the beauty, or perhaps he simply didn't want to refuse.

The moonlight poured down, illuminating a forest of flowers. The sky looked like dancing frost, a truly beautiful sight. The scenery was beautiful, and the people were even more beautiful.

The beauty danced gracefully, her lavender dress making her look like a fairy concubine. Her waist was slender, like snow drifting in the wind. It was as if a light cloud obscured the moon, or snow drifting in the wind.

Amidst a riot of falling petals, every flick of her sleeves and glance back was enchanting. The beauty danced like a spinning lotus. As her soft sleeves swirled, Mo Heng couldn't help but think that she was simply a mountain goblin, who came specifically to bewitch people.

After the dance, Yun Qian panted slightly, a light sweat covering her face, yet she remained breathtakingly beautiful. "Your Highness, do I look good?" The beauty gazed at Mo Heng expectantly, like a prey destined for destruction. Little did she know, who exactly that prey was, remained unknown.

With this beauty before him, Mo Heng's usual composure and self-possession seemed to crumble. "Yeah, it looks good." His expression was as steady as an old clock, but his heartbeat had already betrayed him.

Saying a few more words will kill you, Yun Qian complained in his heart.

But his face immediately changed to one of joy, but then he frowned and looked lost as if he was thinking of something sad.

Mo Heng understood what she meant and asked, "What's wrong?"

Hearing this, Yun Qian, who had calmed down, looked at Mo Heng with tears in her eyes. She was really like a pear blossom in the spring rain, how could one not feel pity for her.

"Your Highness." Yun Qian called softly.

Mo Heng, who probably knew what she was going to say, trembled in his heart, but said without showing it, "You go ahead."

Hearing this, Yun Qian stepped forward and grabbed Mo Heng's sleeve. Mo Heng glanced at her but didn't push her away. Instead, he let her hold him. The secret joy in his heart was probably so intense that he didn't even realize it.

"Your servant, your servant is attracted to you. Your servant knows that you are of humble status..." Yun Qian's words were cut short. Her prepared words were no longer needed. The man twisted the back of her head, brought it close to his lips, and sealed them with a kiss. His kiss was forceful, unskillful, almost raw. Yun Qian cried out inwardly, "Go gentle, scumbag!"

But Yun Qian was kissing someone of the opposite sex for the first time, so all her theoretical knowledge was useless. The man, like a long-awaited sweet dew, simply kept demanding. Only when Yun Qian was breathless from the kiss, and repeatedly, did he reluctantly let her go.

Although he said he let go, his hands were not idle. The man's hands forcefully embraced Yun Qian's slender waist, and then buried her head in his arms.

Yun Qian felt his heartbeat, which was so loud that it seemed to be about to jump out of his chest to prove his master's heartbeat.

It cannot be said that this has nothing to do with the calmness on its owner's face; it can only be said that it is completely opposite.

However, as their breathing gradually became steady, Yun Qian thought to himself, Oh my God, why are you so quiet?

Yun Qian was planning to take Mo Heng down tonight, so she wasn't willing to give up. She reached out and hugged the man. She could clearly feel his body suddenly stiffen. She couldn't suppress the secret joy in her heart.

She raised her head and looked up at the man again, her eyes wanting to say something but not being able to, staring at him like a small hook, seductive and unaware, the most terrifying thing. She took advantage of the situation, stood on tiptoe and suddenly bit the man's Adam's apple, and he heard a sound of...

The string called reason in my brain suddenly broke.