“According to Wei law, stealing a hundred coins means losing a finger, stealing one string of coins means losing a hand. Calculate how many taels of silver your stolen property is worth?” He counted on his fingers to show her.

Feng Miaojun didn’t look, only asking: “Do you intend to sentence me to death?” Surely her crime wasn’t worthy of death? This man was being unreasonable; she wanted to see what he was after.

How childish!

“The punishment can be waived, but the penalty cannot be spared.” Watching her red lips open and close, unconsciously bewitching as she tried to argue her case, he could no longer restrain himself and finally acted on the thoughts he had been nurturing.

Yun Ya lowered his head and kissed her lips.

As that warm, moist touch reached her, Feng Miaojun suddenly felt dizzy. But she quickly came to her senses, twisting her head forcefully, trying to escape his invasion.

Yun Ya pressed one hand against the back of her head, preventing her from turning away, while his other arm encircled her slender waist, forbidding her to squirm. Only then did he bite her lips, exploring them meticulously.

From his angle, her small, exquisite lips with their full cupid’s bow, moistened by the tea, truly resembled water-beaded cherries, constantly tempting him to taste them personally.

This impulse had existed a year ago.

Now he finally had his wish, but her flavor wasn’t like cherries—rather, it was like strawberry ice cream, smooth and soft with a hint of delicious milky fragrance that made him find it increasingly sweet as he continued.

Feng Miaojun was so frightened she froze, her vision filled with Yun Ya’s handsome face. For some reason, she noticed his eyelashes were long and curled, and his eyes were misty, like a spring pool that could draw in her gaze, causing her to drown within.

Her heartbeat was tumultuous and erratic—surely he could hear it too?

Yun Ya suddenly closed his eyes, calling her consciousness back from the ninth heaven. Sensing his intentions, Feng Miaojun clenched her teeth firmly, resolutely refusing entry.

Yun Ya tried several times without success, his breathing becoming heavier as he nipped lightly at her lips: “Open up!” Merely tasting the surface wasn’t enough; he wanted more.

She ignored him completely, keeping her eyes closed, refusing to look at him.

Yun Ya smiled and threatened her: “Be good, or I’ll bite several small wounds on your lips. Hmm, do you have court tomorrow?” As he spoke, he bit her lip gently.

Their lips and teeth were entwined, making his speech unclear. Yet miraculously, Feng Miaojun understood every word.

She had to attend court discussions, and with the Chengping Festival approaching, if the Queen’s lips were damaged, countless people would let their imaginations run wild. Most fatally, she knew this man meant what he said!

Left with no choice, she parted her teeth slightly, opening a small gap.

The fierce beast waiting outside entered without hesitation, patrolling its new territory. She tried to evade him, but he deliberately caught her and entangled her. She wanted to beg for mercy, but her small mouth was firmly sealed, only able to emit muffled sounds of distress, which only inflamed his passion further.

He sucked with such effort as if he wanted to devour her entirely.

The earlier tenderness had vanished; she felt dizzy from the man’s overwhelming presence. Perhaps from lack of oxygen, she felt a strange lightness, like the slight intoxication after wine, her consciousness gradually submitting.

He… tasted good too.

Such an absurd thought floated through her mind.

After some time, she suddenly felt something unusual—a warm touch caressing from her lower abdomen to her slender waist, then covering her chest, exploring and squeezing the softness there—

Feng Miaojun’s eyes widened as she twisted her body to resist him: “No!”

Yun Ya still sealed her small mouth, making these words unclear. But his gripping force increased, distorting her form, brazen and willful.

She grew desperate, raising one leg straight up, quickly striking toward his shoulder.

Yun Ya had to withdraw his hand to press down her leg, stroking upward in the process.

Feng Miaojun hated his impropriety and clenched her teeth tightly.

Yun Ya was extremely alert, retreating like an agile snake, avoiding having his tongue bitten. Their lips and teeth finally separated, both breathing slightly heavily.

She said angrily: “Remove your hand!”

His predatory hand was still in an inappropriate place!

Yun Ya reluctantly withdrew his hand, but the process was extremely slow, his fingertips passing over her sensitive skin, light as goose feathers, making her delicate body tremble.

“An’an, you seem to have grown up,” he whispered against her ear, his voice still carrying undiminished passion. He truly regretted not having savored her properly two years ago. But then again, she wasn’t nearly as… undulating then. She felt so good in his hands.

Feng Miaojun turned her delicate face away, her voice hoarse: “Let me go!”

Her face was as gorgeous as a rose at dawn, the kind with dewdrops—Yun Ya noticed suspicious moisture welling in her eyes, about to fall, so he lowered his head to kiss her eyes.

Salty, with a hint of bitterness.

Still not satisfied, he caught another teardrop to continue tasting. Frightened, Feng Miaojun closed her eyes, feeling his warm lips and tongue moving back and forth over her eyes.

A kiss was one thing, but he was licking her!

Was he a dog?

She turned her head, saying angrily: “What are you doing!”

“I’m tasting if your tears are bitter,” he said thoughtfully.

The way she glared at him seemed as if she wanted to bite a piece of flesh from his body.

“Why are you crying?” he asked softly. “Did I not kiss you well?” He admitted that toward the end, he had lost control, his heart only wanting to taste more. Seeing her lips swollen from his kisses, glistening with moisture, thinking of their wonderful flavor, he felt tempted to try again.

He still refused to release her. Feng Miaojun turned her head, unwilling to converse with him.

“Oh—” he suddenly realized, “Perhaps I kissed you too well? Shall we continue?”

Seeing that he was about to act improperly again, she had no choice but to turn back and glare at him, saying angrily: “If you continue this nonsense, I’ll bite off your tongue!”

With her phoenix eyes wide open, she looked like a cat with its fur standing on end. Yun Ya knew how to smooth her fur, immediately sitting upright while holding her, conceding: “Alright, alright, let’s discuss the important matters first.”

Actually, he had come to settle accounts with her, but somehow, the accounting had gone astray. The anger that had been bottled up in his belly for over a year seemed to have transformed into another kind of fire.

In any case, neither felt comfortable.

His Adam’s apple moved before he asked: “Why did you run away?”

“You know the reason,” she replied, still angry, pressing her lips together. “I couldn’t return to Wei with you.”

“What else? Why are you afraid?” Yun Ya’s gaze was intense as he stared at her. “Afraid of me, or afraid of yourself?”

Feng Miaojun raised her chin: “You risked sneaking into my bedchamber just for this question?” In truth, she feared him, and she feared herself.

There was always some inexplicable strange tension between them; she feared completely submitting and becoming just a small prey in his net.

He brushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear before saying leisurely: “Is this question not important? What’s wrong with mutual affection?”

Mutual… affection? Feng Miaojun’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, but she laughed coldly: “What mutual feelings? At most, it’s just the State Preceptor amusing himself by toying with his handmaid.”