The kiss was lingering and domineering, almost suffocating; the abdominal muscles were tight and smooth, with excellent touch; even this entanglement of skin to skin was so real that it seemed to be engraved into the bone marrow, hiding her control as a queen and his unspeakable reluctance. She tried her best to raise her eyes and see the appearance of the person next to her: her black hair was slightly messy, a few strands stuck to the side of her neck, her side face was as clear as cold jade, her brows and eyes were filled with lingering care, and there was some hidden alienation and reluctance. Her posture was as straight as loose, with sharp shoulders and waist, but it was hard to hide the tightness and passivity around her body, giving her a look of stunning beauty but helplessness.
With such a stunning appearance and a neat figure, I think her character and talent must not be bad.
While she was thinking about it, the person beside her slowly stood up, the tips of her ears were dyed crimson, and he deliberately turned his face to avoid her gaze. His voice was low and hoarse, mixed with lingering laziness and a bit of helpless alienation: "Your Majesty, I... Cannot stay here. If my colleagues see me, I will be embarrassed."
Your Majesty? Minister?
