Looking at her husband, the Emperor, who was brimming with enthusiasm, Jiang Qinglan sighed inwardly, a barely perceptible impatience flashing through her eyes.
Yet, she also felt powerless.
"Then go ahead, let's finish up early."
Hearing this, the Emperor eagerly leaned in, pulling her up from the chair, then gently cradled her slender waist with his large hands, slowly lowering his head towards hers.
"Mmm..."
Jiang Qinglan half-closed her beautiful eyes, slightly tiptoeing to offer her fiery red lips.
The soft entanglement of their bodies caused clothes to fly everywhere in the study.
The ground was strewn with a mess of men's and women's clothes; the air in the study seemed to thicken.
"Qinglan, come!"
The Emperor's eyes burned feverishly as he suddenly picked up Jiang Qinglan and placed her on the desk.
"Riiiip—!"
With both hands, he tore at the thin fabric, producing a sudden tearing sound.
