“Please guide Princess Delia through the palace gardens.”
Understanding the hidden meaning in the queen’s words, Aaron’s mind exploded with iridescent and brilliant fireworks.
“Thank you… No, it’s unfortunate.”
Aaron almost let slip words of joy he couldn’t contain.
“Now, please rest comfortably.”
Having hastily recovered, Aaron approached Delia with a dignified expression.
Bowing lightly, he elegantly extended his arm, offering it like a flowing stream.
“Princess, I’ll guide you through the gardens.”
“Subjugate, please guide us.”
With graceful movements, Delia laid her hand on his arm, accepting his escort.
In the harsh battlefield, starting as enemies who had to kill each other, there had been no intimacy between them until now.
No roughness, no distance—just a raw and genuine conversation.
But in this moment, they presented each other with refined courtesy.
As if to show the queen, ‘We are lovers who know how to maintain decorum.’
Amidst the warm sunlight, the refreshing scent of lemon trees spread thickly.
Between the blue trees with white flowers, two people with awkward expressions passed by.
Trying to lower the corners of the mouth that naturally wanted to rise, the cheek twitched.
Trying to resist the body that involuntarily drew closer, the arm escorting became stiff.
Like a malfunctioning machine, the two walked through the courtyard, displaying a rigid dignity.
“Lemon flowers are truly beautiful.”
“The sky is quite high.”
“The white clouds are indeed white.”
“The leaves are green.”
Exchanging meaningless conversation, the two reached the deep part of the courtyard, the path of the evergreen trees.
The path leading to the Ballerina Garden cast a dense shadow, providing respite from the hot summer sun.
As they left the imperial courtyard and approached the enchanting path to the Mythical Garden, the two stopped for a moment.
Their gazes collided in the empty space.
It was a moment that needed no more words.
Realizing they were out of the queen’s sight, the two ran towards each other without hesitation.
Aaron embraced Delia and hid their bodies in the shadowy path of the evergreen trees.
Delia clung to Aaron’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply.
Along with the scent of green evergreen trees, Aaron’s natural scent filled the air.
Aaron sought out Delia’s slightly parted lips, pressing his own deeply against them.
Startled by the fierce advance, her body involuntarily shrank.
Nevertheless, Aaron delved even deeper.
He found the delicate breath inside her mouth, teasing her cute teeth with a careful exploration.
He wanted her desperately.
Desire intensified.
As Aaron turned, pushing Delia against something, their parted lips melded even more deeply.
To prevent Delia from collapsing, she held onto the support behind her.
The leaves of the evergreen tree connected to the support swayed sensuously.
Unable to withstand Aaron’s force, Delia moaned, but even that was swallowed by him.
Every breath was taken by him, and panting, she didn’t find it unpleasant.
He wants me like this.
Aaron’s intense possessiveness conveyed through his skin melted Delia’s entire being.
When Delia’s legs finally gave way, Aaron didn’t miss the chance.
He embraced her even more tightly.
He caught Delia’s hand, which was leaning on the support, and made her lean solely on him.
After firmly enveloping her to the point where even the scent of the evergreen tree couldn’t penetrate, Aaron slowly released his lips.
Her reddened, swollen lips were moist, gleaming enticingly.
Their breaths intertwined hotter than the midsummer heat.
“I wanted to do this. Since earlier.”
Feathers quivered at the sultriness in his husky voice.
It felt like it might burn.
It was incomprehensible how the cool one could become so hot.
Childlike mischief, seduction like a passionate adult.
A courteous gentleman, yet a wild beast that pounced aggressively.
What kind of person was the real Aaron?
One thing was certain.
He wanted her.
Looking into his eyes, filled with simmering intensity, it felt vividly clear.
His blatant greed, lust, and desire for her.
The overwhelming possessiveness that he wanted only her made her lower abdomen tingle.
“I wanted to do more.”
Unconsciously, Aaron’s hot breath left his red lips and settled on Delia’s neck.
His lips adhered to the collarbone that had emerged above her chest, and he seemed unaware of parting.
Moisture permeated where he had passed.
As the temperature of the skin lowered for a moment due to the heat exchange, Delia’s body trembled.
“Mm, I see.”
Delia raised her hand and tucked her fingers into her hair.
Between her fingers, more dazzling and soft silver strands intertwined than the summer sunlight.
Delia let out a kitten-like moan at the soft touch.
Unable to resist the delicate moan, Aaron eventually reached behind her.
With a force as if he would tear off the back lacing, Delia urgently restrained him.
“No, not here. It’s not allowed here.”
Aaron, who was fumbling under her collarbone, slowly lifted his eyelids.
His ashen eyes, blurred like mist, looked down at Delia as if squeezing her.
“Not allowed? Really not allowed?”
In Aaron’s innocent plea, there was a sense of the corrupted decadence of a fallen devil.
To resist his breathless temptation, Delia had to exert all her effort.
“No, I can’t.”
Delia’s voice, struggling to refuse, trembled thinly.
Seeing his disappointed expression, Delia felt as if she had committed a grave mistake.
“Why?”
“Not outside. As a princess, I must maintain dignity and decency.”
“Even so, you’ll let me kiss you, right?”
He didn’t wait for an answer as if it were obvious.
Once again, they passionately yearned for each other and plunged deeply into the heat.
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
