The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

Li Anqi's heart pounded like a drum. She had never seen Ling Luo like this before—his eyes held an overwhelming sense of dominance, possessiveness, and an irresistible allure.

She should be afraid.

But besides fear, there was another unfamiliar throbbing in my chest.

Undeniably, the real Ling Luo possesses a restrained yet wild, mysterious yet dangerous charm.

She almost lost her mind.

He's seduced so many women, how could he let himself off the hook?

Li Anqi took a deep breath, her eyes flashing as she met his dark pupils.

"Your Majesty, I will heed your advice and not see Young Master Shan again. I also ask Your Majesty to tell the Empress to retract her suggestion to replace the imperial merchant."

Ling Luo slightly curled the corners of her lips, seemingly very satisfied.

His profile was illuminated by candlelight, the interplay of light and shadow highlighting his handsome features, which were as sharp as if carved by a knife, and his eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as if painted, easily captivating the soul.

“Very well…Aren’t you going to ask why I do this?” he murmured, staring intently at her delicate, soft lips.

Li Anqi's breath hitched. She avoided his aggressive gaze, opened her lips, and whispered, "Why...?"

She also wanted to know the answer.

She wanted Ling Luo to tell her personally that he hadn't gone to such lengths to plan and scheme for her sake.

Ling Luo did not answer immediately.

His gaze slid from her panicked eyes to her slightly parted lips, which were a little dry from nervousness.

He raised his hand, his thumb gently tracing her lower lip, the movement incredibly tender, a stark contrast to his earlier forceful manner.

"You really don't know?" His voice was low, carrying a sense of suppressed emotion.

Li Anqi's pupils contracted sharply, and for a moment, he was suddenly afraid to hear the answer.

She forcefully moved her chin, shaking off his grip: "It's getting late, Your Highness should rest early."

She moved as lightly as a breeze, brushing past him.

Ling Luo frowned sharply, grabbed her arm, and said in a furious voice, "Did I give you permission to leave?!"

Li Anqi froze, standing rooted to the spot, her calm, blank eyes revealing a numb indifference: "What... does Your Highness wish for me to serve you in bed?"

Ling Luo's expression held a mixture of surprise and anticipation: "You...are willing?"

He agreed to her three-year mourning period only to accommodate her and wait until she was truly ready, at which point she would be willing to do it.

Now that she has taken the initiative to agree, he is both surprised and delighted, and couldn't have asked for more.

She turned around, took off her coat with both hands, and stood in front of him without any reservations.

Ling Luo's breathing gradually became rapid. Looking at her beautifully curved body, the suppressed desire in his heart could no longer be controlled.

Overwhelmed with joy, his arms trembled uncontrollably.

A smile played on his lips, his gaze tender and lingering. He gently pulled her into his arms, greedily inhaling the faint scent of camellias emanating from her.

His large, warm palms carefully traced her face down her neck and collarbone... It felt as if an electric current was passing through his fingertips.

His heart pounded like a drum, and his ears turned bright red.

He leaned down and lingered on her neck for a long time, leaving his mark.

Unseen by anyone, Ling Luo's eyes at that moment seemed to have returned to those of a young boy, filled with the joy of having finally obtained a long-desired treasure.

Just as he was about to continue...

"You disgust me," Li Anqi said calmly.

Ling Luo's movements suddenly stopped. Her heart, which had been leaping on the clouds, instantly plummeted into a dark and icy abyss.

His heart seemed to suddenly die, stopping its beating, and he felt suffocated, unable to breathe.

The eyes, which had been filled with youthful ecstasy, gradually reddened and turned cold and piercing.