Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Han Moze clenched his hands sneakily, his thin and seductive lips curling into a devilish smile. He would have this woman repay those slaps in some other manner!

Nonetheless, he did his best to play the role of a servant until lunchtime.

Ruffling his sleeve as he sat on the stool beside Liu Rushuang, he smiled flatly. “You've forgiven me now, haven't you!”

Liu Rushuang shot him a glance but said nothing. The fact that the tyrant took advantage of her last night was still clear on her mind—it was a clear outrage, but her fury was ease after he accepted his punishment.

As he picked her up and put her on his lap, she leveled her crystalline gaze straight into his own, blus.h.i.+ng slightly as she became the woman in the emperor's arms in a split second.

His gaze burnt like fire, and he leaned with a look that permitted no refusal, kissing those fresh, red lips.

Liu Rushuang felt her body becoming buoyant as if she was floating in water, and Han Moze finally pulled away when she was about to drown.

She frowned, shooting him a pained look—she did not get to breathe for a long while, and her head felt heavy and uncomfortable.

Han Moze promptly undressed her, shoving her up a nearby rack as he came at her relentlessly.

There was no question that different spots afforded him a different enjoyment.

When everything was done, Liu Rushuang went unconscious, drained of her strength.

She really regretted not slapping the tyrant a few more times today… how nice it would be if time would reverse, she thought as she drifted between consciousness.

When she opened her pretty eyes early next morning and abruptly remembered yesterday, her gaze seemed to be in flames, and she swiped a palm at Han Moze, who was sleeping beside her.

However, Han Moze's fierce gaze abruptly opened and he quickly reached out to grasp her wrist, flatly saying, “Do that again, and I wouldn't mind going down on you a few times more!”

Embarra.s.sed and indignant, Liu Rushuang pulled off her wrist and snapped, “You animal! The babies are six months old now—do you think what you're doing is right?”

“It's fine! I know when to hold back!” He said confidently while staring at the ceiling!

With that, he rolled and pinned her beneath himself, tenderly kissing him on the forehead before flas.h.i.+ng an evil smile. “You look as captivating as you were yesterday… it's like you're drunk, crying 'keep going', 'don't stop' and 'I love you, Ze' or whatnot.”

As certain images flashed in her mind at his words, Liu Rushuang could not help flus.h.i.+ng and blocked his burning gaze with both hands. “You're lying! I'm not that embarra.s.sing!”

Han Moze chuckled, and rolled away to lie down on his side, smiling flatly, “So what if you were being embarra.s.sing? I'm the only one who gets to see how mesmerizing you could be. I'm really at a loss for words even when I thought about it now, and want so much to get on top of you right now…”

Fl.u.s.tered, Liu Rushuang pressed a pillow on his head right then, exclaiming, “Shameless! Pervert! Disgusting!”

How could this man say such things so nonchalantly?!

She could feel her image crumbling before him, and her cheeks were so red she could bleed when she remembered how she was pressed against the rack last night.

Pus.h.i.+ng the pillow away, Han Moze then stroke her on the belly and smiled warmly. “Touch here. They are both having fun too.”

Liu Rushuang breathed a quiet sigh. The tyrant was utterly rotten, and she had utterly lost all dignity in this life.

Reaching out to touch her own belly, she could feel that the little ones were being energetic.

When would she give birth? She was a little impatient to see them now!