Ming Lingyi heard Li Yun's footsteps as he left the bedchamber. She lay amidst the covers, her body so limp she couldn't muster an ounce of strength.
A moment ago, as Li Yun had pulled away, he had whispered in her ear, asking if she wanted him to carry her to her bath.
Even though Ming Lingyi felt rather sticky, she had no intention of letting Li Yun carry her.
She had no idea if she could endure another round if Li Yun really did carry her to the bathing pool.
The hour was already late, and they had already fooled around when Li Yun woke up. If they delayed any longer, Ming Lingyi was genuinely afraid that the old saying, "From then on, the emperor skipped his morning court," might come true for Li Yun.
She had no interest in becoming a siren who led the country to ruin.
After quickly sending him away, she lay languidly on the dragon bed.
