When Lin Qiao woke up, the sky outside was just beginning to lighten.
She opened her eyes blearily and saw a expanse of porcelain - white skin.
Holy shit!
... What was going on?!
Oh, when her vision cleared, she realized it was Luo Nanchen's chest.
His pectoral muscles, abs, collarbone, and Adam's apple were all on full display, a perfect visual feast.
... A visual feast that one might only see in an AV.
OMG!
Back in the 21st century, during her 23 years of life, she had never had such an experience...
No, not only had she never had such an experience, she had never even seen anything like this!
At most, she might catch a glimpse on TV, and that was only if she was lucky.
The porcelain - white skin was probably because he had spent so much time in the palace and hadn't been exposed to much sunlight.
In the original novel, the黑化 Nanchen Emperor was described like this: His chiseled face was as delicate as a carving. His somewhat pale face was extremely cold, like a Shura who had returned from the underworld.
But looking at him like this, Luo Nanchen wasn't really like someone who had returned from hell. He was just very fair - skinned.
His muscles weren't overly exaggerated. They were just right, and his figure was truly impeccable.
Although he was fair, he didn't look frail. Instead, he exuded a sense of strength.
Lin Qiao came to her senses.
She also remembered why Luo Nanchen was bare - chested early in the morning and why she could see such a visual feast of abs and pectoral muscles as soon as she woke up.
... Because last night, out - of - control Luo Nanchen had been so crazy that he'd insisted she help him with her own hands!
Lin Qiao had lived for 23 years. Counting the years since she'd transmigrated into this book, she was almost 30. Her sexual experience was zero. The only bit of knowledge she had came from reading novels.
Yes, from this damned novel, *Don't Run, Emperor! You Have a Harem Everywhere*.
She had never seen a man's private parts before.
Last night was her first time, and it had really scared her.
She couldn't even hold it with one hand.
In the end, she'd helped Luo Nanchen while crying.
Luo Nanchen had sighed and kissed her while muttering incoherently, "If you're crying like this now, what will you do in the future..."
What could she do? Nothing!
Remembering this, Lin Qiao got angry again because her hand was still sore.
Even so, Luo Nanchen had still thought her technique was bad and that he hadn't had enough fun.
Were all men like this? Big jerks? Did they not cherish what they got?
The song *What Else Do You Want From Me* by Xue Zhiqian kept playing on a loop in her head all night.
Luo Nanchen turned over, as if he was about to wake up.
If she faced him directly like this, wouldn't Luo Nanchen think she'd been awake for a while just to peek at him?
No, no. She couldn't let Luo Nanchen get any more conceited.
Lin Qiao closed her eyes as fast as she could.
After closing her eyes, her senses immediately became less sensitive. With only her hearing and touch left, it felt a bit empty.
In the silence, Lin Qiao felt a gentle touch on her forehead.
In the silence, she felt her hair being smoothed.
In the silence, she felt the arm she was lying on pull her closer into Luo Nanchen's embrace.
Well, she couldn't stay angry anymore.
Luo Nanchen wasn't a big jerk.
Huh, why was there no sound? Had Luo Nanchen fallen asleep again?
Lin Qiao decided to open one eye to check the situation. As soon as she opened it, she found Luo Nanchen looking at her.
Lin Qiao: "..."
Lin Qiao: "Good morning."
Damn it, had she been discovered long ago?
Lin Qiao made another angry note in her mind. Luo Nanchen was still a big jerk!
"Get up if you're awake. We should be in Wuhu today. The scenery is beautiful."
Lin Qiao rolled to the inside of the bed and started to act coquettishly, "I don't want to get up..."
Luo Nanchen patted Lin Qiao's... butt. It was quite soft. "Well, then don't get up. Anyway, I'm full of energy this morning..."
"I'll get up. Right away."
Lin Qiao immediately got up and quickly sat on the edge of the bed to show her determination to get up.
Luo Nanchen raised his eyebrows, "Don't force yourself. Go back to sleep."
Lin Qiao shook her head firmly, "No. Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy. I have to be responsible for my own health!"
Luo Nanchen shook his head and smiled helplessly.
Then he got out of bed, put on his clothes, and started to put shoes on Lin Qiao.
"No... I can do it myself."
Luo Nanchen didn't stop his actions. "Sit still."
Lin Qiao stopped moving. After all, these days, Luo Nanchen had been as clingy as a golden retriever (except last night when he'd been like a randy dog). Now he'd become that cold and aloof emperor again, domineering, powerful, and irresistible.
That low - pitched command to sit still was so nice - sounding and so domineering that it was really hard to refuse.
Who didn't like a domineering CEO?
Of course, it mainly depended on his good looks.
A smile spread across Lin Qiao's face, and she couldn't help asking, "Why are you so good to me?"
Luo Nanchen didn't look up and concentrated on putting shoes on Lin Qiao. "What do you mean?"
"I've never seen an emperor put shoes on someone else," Lin Qiao pouted and muttered, "Not even in novels."
It was true. Those historical novels never thought of such a sweet plot, especially when it came to an emperor.
"I've never seen an emperor fall in love with a queen mother either, but I do."
"... Speak properly."
"Because I like you," Luo Nanchen finished putting on Lin Qiao's shoes, looked up, and stared straight into her eyes. "So I want to treat you well, extremely well. I want you to be unable to do anything and only stay by my side. Is this reason okay?"
Oh no, she couldn't resist the direct approach of a younger lover...
Lin Qiao tried to calm her pounding heart and continued to ask, "You'll like me no matter what?"
"Yes."
Lin Qiao gritted her teeth, "What if the real me isn't like this?"
Luo Nanchen picked Lin Qiao up and sat her on his lap. "I like you as a person. If you change your clothes, you're still you. If you cut your hair, you're still you. Even if you become a fool, you're still you."
Lin Qiao couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, "Get out of the way. You're the one who will become a fool."
Luo Nanchen pressed his forehead against Lin Qiao's. "I'm serious."
Lin Qiao was stunned.
"So, take a look at my true heart, okay?"
"Leave the rest to me."
"You just need to like me."