Xie Wanqing didn't intend to play with him, but obviously, His Majesty the Emperor was very willing to be played.
He held her hand, guiding it into his collar, and smiled as he kissed her.
The muscles beneath his palm were firm and powerful, hot, scorching…
Xie Wanqing swallowed, intrigued, and began to undress him on her own.
Scars on a man from the military are eternal badges of honor.
Lu Ziyuan, of course, had scars.
Not many, and their color was very light; given his status, he must have used the finest scar ointment after being wounded.
Only one scar on his back remained clearly visible despite the use of ointment.
It must have been a bone-deep wound at the time.
Xie Wanqing knew that this was the injury he received at seventeen when he was ordered to leave the Capital to investigate a case.
During their newlywed period in a previous life, seeing the scars on his body pained her immensely.
