Three months after Shen Zhaoning ascended the throne, she realized that her most loyal secret guard had changed.
He is good at investigating courtiers and intimidating their faces. His paranoid possessiveness is hidden under the skin of submissiveness, and he has endured the undercurrent for ten years.
Everyone knows that Shen Qi is the emperor's sharpest sword and strongest shield. He is silent and obedient. No one knew that in his cold pool-like eyes, he had hidden thoughts that he did not dare to express to his mouth for ten years.
He protected her from a poor princess to the throne of the emperor, shielded her from the sword and blood, endured countless long nights, and only dared to call her softly like a lover in his dreams.
The monarch and his ministers are in a natural chasm, and the taboos are hard to describe.
Until one rainy night, Shen Zhaoning lowered his head and kissed the injured him.
His lips were cold and cracked, smelling of blood and rain.
His whole body froze, as if he had been stabbed, and even his breathing stopped.
Then, he began to respond to her.
From hesitation to intensity, from restraint to madness.
She ran her hands through his hair and pushed his head towards her.
They kissed in the morning light, like two drowning people grabbing each other...
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Monthly short stories of the same type in the column:
"Coveting the Emperor's Wife"
"After the Fall of Qing Leng Master"
"The Queen Mother and the Officials"
"Being Missed After Being Widowed"
"Caught by the Dirty Disciple"
Intention: Tide of love