As the emperor's younger brother, Su Yingli always had the best of everything, so even if he asked the emperor for the beautiful enemy hostage, the emperor gave it to him with a wave of his hand.
Su Yingli stepped on the side of his face with her bare feet and set rules for him: "Here, you have to call me master, and you have to do whatever I ask you to do. You must not disobey my orders."
"Now, take off these clothes you are wearing."
Su Yingli had never suffered anything since she was a child. She was raised with fine skin and tender flesh, and her skin turned red at the touch of a touch. But the dog he raised was neither light nor heavy, and often made him red all over.
Nangong Jing should hate that person, but day and night after he came back, he couldn't sleep all night, coveting the smell of that person and missing the way he trembled because of him.
He hated himself for being like this and forced himself not to think about him.
Until I see him again.
He had lost his former luster and was wearing tattered clothes. His wrists and slender neck were rubbed red by the rough cloth.
Nangong Jing's eyes followed him closely, and somewhere in the silence became excited again.
Robbery / bloody warning / attacking and receiving is not a good person
Imaginary short story
Copywriting2025.8.27
Intention: follow your heart