After ditching the royal gathering downstairs, Wang Xiao sauntered back to the room that screamed luxury louder than a sugar baby on a yacht. Ocean view, check. Luminescent yellow lights dimmed just enough to imply something shady's about to happen, double check.
And right there—pure white bed, sheets twisted like someone tried yoga while drunk.
Something… squirmed under them.
He didn't need to lift the blanket.
He knew.
Golden strands peeked out like divine noodles of temptation, her flushed skin the shade of freshly slapped buttocks—ah yes, Her Majesty the Human Empress, Ning Xue.
"Mmm…w…what's this…" she whimpered, biting her lip so hard even his pants flinched. Her breath like a broken fan, face blushing like she'd just confessed to her crush and drunk at the same time.
The culprit?
The Peach Garden wine.
Aurora's special brew—fermented with divine nectar, forbidden moonlight, and probably three illegal herbs that cause memory loss and horny flashbacks.
