Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Qin Moyao was dressed in a dark robe, pacing leisurely in this somewhat shabby room.

It's quiet and cold here, and there's not a single valuable thing in the room.

He walked up to the dazed Mu Zhou, not minding that she was still sitting there unruly, and just glanced down at her dressing table condescendingly.

On it were a few pearl hairpins that she had just taken off.

He casually picked up a hairpin and stroked the hairpin with his fingertips. The uneven texture showed that the hairpin was cheap and rough.

Qin Moyao showed a little disgust and threw the hairpin back on the table.

The crisp and sudden sound finally brought Mu Zhou back to his dazed state.

She looked horrified:

"Your Majesty, why are you here?"

As she spoke, she was about to kneel down.

But a big hand pressed on her shoulder and forced her to sit down again.

The palm was so big that it seemed as if it could crush her shoulders with just a slight squeeze.

It was as if life and death were in the palm of his hands.

The candlelight flickered for a moment.

Lengthen the shadows of Mu Zhou and Qin Moyao.

Qin Moyao lowered his eyes and admired Mu Zhou's red eyes and slightly shivered shoulders.

He looked calm, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with being here so late at night.

Well, the entire palace belongs to him, so what is there to be shy about?

Mu Zhou's heart trembled at his aggressive gaze. She pursed her lips and said with a stiff upper lip:

"Your Majesty, Concubine Shu's bedroom is not here. You have come to the wrong place."

Qin Moyao chuckled and was not going to let her play dumb and get away with it.

"I came here to find you."

The voice was quite gentle, but it was creepy.

*

Mu Zhou's body tensed, and he watched like a puppet as Eunuch Su Hai came in silently and placed a set of writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

She had no idea why Qin Moyao insisted on teaching her how to grind ink so late at night.

So I thought about struggling again:

"Your Majesty, I am a crude and stupid servant. How can I ask Your Majesty to teach me? I'd better go and ask Concubine Shu to come."

Qin Moyao glanced at her:

"You want Concubine Shu to come and watch me teach you how to grind ink?"

A clear threat.

Mu Zhou gritted his teeth and could only walk stiffly to the table, picking up the ink stick uncomfortably.

Qin Moyao stood behind her, staring at her slender shoulders and the white skin exposed at the back of her neck, with a hint of greed in his sinister eyes.

His big hand slowly covered Mu Zhou's arm. Even though he noticed her momentary tenseness, he slid down along the line of her arm without any hesitation until he held her hand.

Her hands were small, soft and a little fleshy, unlike her thin body.

Qin Moyao could easily wrap her hand.

He thought about this in the pavilion during the day.

Sure enough, the taste was much better than he had imagined.

He is the master of this world, so naturally there is no need for him to compromise himself. It was precisely because of this idea that after he found that this scene was still lingering in his mind, he came to Mu Zhou unscrupulously in the middle of the night.

Mu Zhou didn't dare to move, but when he noticed his body temperature rising, he couldn't help but speak:

"Your Majesty, it's getting late. You should go back."

Even without looking back, Mu Zhou could feel how hot his gaze was on him.

He only chuckled:

"Kick me away?"

"The slaves dare not."

As soon as Mu Zhou finished speaking, she felt Qin Moyao move closer and suddenly tighten his grip on her hand.

The instant pain made tears flash in Mu Zhou's eyes, but he bit his lips stubbornly and didn't make a sound.

Qin Moyao's face darkened. He pinched her waist, turned her around, and looked at her face to face.

His expression was cold, and there was a hidden fire surging in his eyes, and it was hard to tell whether it was anger or desire.

Mu Zhou lowered her eyes with a respectful attitude, but her tightly pursed lips revealed her stubbornness.

Qin Moyao stared at her quietly for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

As an emperor, he doesn't like to force people to do things, and he doesn't like to play the game of being reluctant but willing.

But at this moment, he actually found some pleasure in being forced.

He liked the helpless look of the little palace maid.

I also like the fact that she has to obey even if she resists, and the grievance and shame that she cannot refuse.

All of this made him feel fresh and exciting.

His eyes fell on her face wantonly, lingering over it carefully.

Her face is pure yet delicate and watery, with small and delicate features on her fair face.

It was just that those beautiful eyes refused to look at him.

"Look at me."

Qin Moyao ordered in a hoarse voice.

Mu Zhou's eyelashes trembled and he had to slowly raise his eyelids.

I saw those watery almond eyes with ripples, and the ripples seemed like a silent invitation.

Qin Moyao's shadowy figure was reflected in his shallow eyes.

All I could see was him.

That's good.

Qin Moyao's eyes darkened, his throat tightened, and he lowered his head to kiss her.

Mu Zhou was shocked and turned his head away from his lips.

For the first time, she struggled uncontrollably.

"No, let me go..."

The previous times she faced Qin Moyao, although she was unwilling, she was also concerned about her identity and did not dare to show any refusal.

But at this moment, she finally stopped caring about her disguise and revealed the sharp claws of a wild cat.

Qin Moyao was not annoyed, but became more interested.

He finally forced this little wild cat to reveal her true nature.

He easily held both of her wrists with one hand, and with the other hand he held her waist, lowered his head to her neck and laughed.

The scorching breath made Mu Zhou tremble. She involuntarily dodged backwards and accidentally fell on the table.

The ink spread everywhere, and Mu Zhou's white inner clothes were stained with ink.

Qin Moyao let go of her hand.

Before she could struggle to get up, she felt a sharp pain in her neck.

She couldn't help but exclaim:

"what……"

Qin Moyao actually bit her!

Mu Zhou supported herself on the table with one hand, not caring that her palm was pressing on the ink stain, and she struggled to get up.

She covered her neck with one hand and glared at Qin Moyao angrily. Then she seemed to realize something, so she restrained her expression, lowered her eyebrows and pursed her lips.

But her crimson ears revealed her current mood.

Qin Moyao stared at her and licked the corner of his lips slowly, as if savoring the feeling of his teeth touching each other.

*

After a long time, Qin Moyao finally left.

The house became quiet again, as if no one who shouldn't be there had ever been there.

The same is true for the entire Xiangyun Hall.

No one knew that the emperor had just left here.

Mu Zhou sat in front of the bronze mirror and gently touched the tooth mark on his neck, grimacing in pain.

She remembered the words Qin Moyao left before he left:

"This harem belongs to me, including you."

"I can take you at any time, but I am willing to wait for you to take the initiative."

Words that seem like a gift.

Mu Zhou sneered and calmly applied the medicine to himself.

However, what concerned her more was that Qin Huai had no idea what was going on in his mind that night. After his favorability plummeted to the bottom, it suddenly rebounded and rose to 19%.

Mu Zhou seemed to be lost in thought.