The Poisonous Consort, the Regent's Beloved

"You're so handsome! Come here and give your sister a kiss."

"Who are you from? I've never seen you before."

Feeling the woman's hand wandering haphazardly around his waist, Lu Yanxiu frowned slightly, grabbed it, and then tucked the corner of the blanket around the woman's neck.

"Don't leave!"

"I'll give you money, come here and let me touch you."

The woman on the bed struggled to get up again and wrapped her arms around the man's lean waist from behind.

Lu Yanxiu's body stiffened abruptly, his fists clenched tightly, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

The woman's fair, delicate hand began to slide down his waist again...

"Su Fuying!"

Hearing the man's angry voice, Su Fuying's mind cleared for a moment, and she asked in confusion, "Who is Su Fuying? That name sounds familiar."

Lu Yanxiu gritted his teeth, turned around, and tucked her back into the blanket.

Unexpectedly, as he got up, the woman nimbly stretched her arms out from under the covers and wrapped them around his neck.

"Don't go...stay with me..."

The woman's soft voice rang in his ears, causing Lu Yanxiu to stiffen again, almost unable to resist pressing her directly onto the bed.

He took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth, "Su Fuying, do you know what you're doing?"

"Of course I know..." Su Fuying chuckled, her fingers stroking his neck. "Just a touch."

Unable to bear it any longer, Lu Yanxiu reached out and grabbed the woman's wrist, forcefully pulling her arm off.

"Su Fuying, stop fooling around."

"I wasn't making a fuss..." Su Fuying looked at him with a wronged expression, "You don't like this?"

As she spoke, she sat up, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, brought her lips close to his ear, and gently blew on his skin.

Lu Yanxiu was stunned. The woman's face gradually approached, and just when he was completely unprepared, a soft pair of lips gently pressed against his lips.

"Smack." After a soft sound, the woman seemed quite satisfied with the result, murmuring softly, "So soft." Then she contentedly lay back down on the bed and continued to sleep.

Lu Yanxiu finally came to his senses. His gaze became deep and complex as he silently stared at the woman on the bed. Her skin was as white as snow, slightly flushed from the alcohol, radiating an alluring glow.

"Huh? Why are you still here?" Su Fuying noticed the man's intense gaze, struggled to open her blurry eyes, and asked with dissatisfaction.

She found it strange that the male model wasn't here yet. Was it because he didn't have enough money?

"Su Fuying, take a good look at who I am!" Lu Yanxiu's voice was so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable, and his eyes burned with a fierce flame.

Su Fuying frowned and stared at him intently for a long time, but her memory of him remained hazy. She felt that this person was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't recall his identity.

After a while, she suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "Oh, right, you're one of the male models here!" She remembered clearly that this was a celebration party the team had specially organized after completing the mission, which was why they had hired a male model.

She remembered that many men came, but she didn't like any of them. Now she thought this one was pretty good.

Lu Yanxiu didn't know the term "male model," but from the woman's frivolous tone, he roughly understood what she meant.

He lived a mundane and uneventful life, never experiencing any passion or impulse.

However, when he saw the woman, an irresistible desire welled up inside him.

Su Fuying's eyes gradually became hazy, as if she were attracted by an irresistible charm.

The woman gently placed her lips on his, initially just licking them tenderly, then gradually increasing the pressure and beginning to nibble.

Lu Yanxiu felt a blazing fire burning in his lower abdomen, a sensation far more unbearable than when he was poisoned.

As time went by, they became immersed in this ambiguous atmosphere, and the world around them seemed to disappear.

Only the sound of each other's heartbeats and the intertwining of their breaths became their sole existence.

Their bodies grew closer and closer, as if they were about to become one. Every subtle movement, every gentle touch, ignited endless desire and pleasure.

Lu Yanxiu's hand unconsciously wrapped around the woman's waist, and she took the opportunity to pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

Their breathing became rapid, their heartbeats became more intense, as if the whole world revolved around their passion.

"boom."

Su Fuying felt as if something had exploded inside her head. The female protagonist in those fleeting images was actually her?

day!

She couldn't help but cover her face, feeling like she was going crazy.

He looked down at the person half-reclining on the bed, who was now looking quite content, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Did you remember something?"

His tone was languid, his voice slightly hoarse, and his words carried a hint of weariness.

Su Fuying's face was so red it was almost bleeding; she never expected to look like that when she was drunk.

Before she could even get angry at Lu Yanxiu's overly aggressive behavior, that familiar feeling suddenly brought back fragmented memories.

At this moment, a lump formed in my throat, and I felt neither able to go up nor down.

Damn!

She had completely forgotten all of this!

Su Fuying really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into and never come out again.

She couldn't believe that the woman who was groping Lu Yanxiu in the video was actually herself.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but the blush on her face became more and more pronounced.

When Lu Yanxiu saw her like this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't see you being this shy that day," he teased.

Su Fuying glared at him, secretly annoyed.

How could she do such a thing? It must be because of the alcohol.

But in any case, all she wanted now was to get out of this awkward place as soon as possible.

She turned to leave the room, but Lu Yanxiu grabbed her arm.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? I still have something to tell you."

His voice was deep and magnetic, making Su Fuying's heart flutter.

She stopped and turned to look at him, her eyes filled with doubt and wariness.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

Lu Yanxiu smiled and gently stroked her cheek with his fingers. "Do you really like the Crown Prince?"

Lu Yanxiu's gaze was scrutinizing and oppressive. Although a faint smile still lingered on his lips, Su Fuying could sense the coldness in his words.

She couldn't help but frown, thinking to herself, "Are you out of your mind?"

Su Fuying glared at him irritably, thinking to herself, "Why is this person suddenly asking such a question?"

Upon hearing her answer, Lu Yanxiu's face instantly darkened.

But he quickly regained his composure, released his grip, leaned back slightly, and his tone became languid.

"Do you know that on the day you come of age, His Majesty will bestow a marriage upon you, and then you will be the Crown Princess in name and in fact."

"whispering sound."

Su Fuying scoffed dismissively, casually brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before saying nonchalantly, "I can't disobey the emperor's orders, what can I do? Besides, being a crown princess isn't so bad."