This Official is so Weak

Ning Rushen endured for a while but still couldn’t hold himself and continued to lie down. He fluttered his eyelashes, pretending to have just awakened, and casually got up. “Your Majesty, I have already…” As he spoke, his arm suddenly went limp, and he collapsed back into Li Wuting’s arms! Ning Rushen’s nose felt sore […]

Ning Rushen cursed quietly, “Damn it, I’ve messed up again!” Prince Xuan was still staring at him intently, his hand already reaching into his pocket, clearly about to pull out paper and pen. Ning Rushen then composed himself, suddenly taking a deep breath and holding his forehead. “I can’t… My head hurts…” Li Ying-tang hesitantly

Li Wuting called his name with a hint of a different meaning, as if scratching at a deep, elusive question. The hand on his head adjusted again, and Li Wuting asked quietly, “Ning Rushen, what does this character mean?” Ning Rushen was surrounded by the smooth sleeves, his vision blocked from all sides, leaving him

“What?” Ning Rushen was stunned, his heart racing. Along with that came a large sense of confusion: No, Shiyi is now living in the palace every night and can’t return to the court. So who could it be… He stopped in front of Ning Rushen, tilted his head, and studied him for a moment. Ning

He hadn’t spoken yet when the outer garment draped over his shoulders slipped off, leaving only the thin inner clothing around him. He hurriedly turned his head to retrieve it. “Your Majesty, why are you here?” The silk outer garment was half draped over his shoulder, with the other half still fallen behind him. A

The milk cake and honey jelly packed last night were placed on the stone table in the courtyard by Xing Lan. Now that he had finally caught his breath, his flushed face had returned to normal. After eating a couple of sweet treats, he finally felt like he was alive again. He called Xing Lan

The words on the white paper were clearly legible compared to that night: ‘… Ning Lang sat in the embrace of Ting Jun: I (crossed out) I can no longer eat. Ting Jun gently coaxed while holding the bowl: Should I feed you with my mouth? Ning Lang’s face (crossed out) his whole body turned

Ning Rushen’s heartbeat gradually calmed down. He looked down and pulled his sleeve back: Splash. The branches and leaves in front of him were brushed aside by Li Jingyu. “I think your homework is still too little,” Li Wuting said calmly. “You’ve already forgotten what I just said.” Li Jingyu obediently lowered his head. “I’ll

  De Quan suddenly slammed on the brakes and reversed. He focused entirely on the hands on his thighs and waist. When he regained his composure from the shock, he realized he was sitting in Li Wuting’s lap, who had wrapped his long arms around him. He grabbed the collar for leverage, trying to get

His wrist was suddenly grabbed with a loud “pop!” The tight grip pulled him forward— Ning Rushen was startled and nearly toppled onto the person. He braced himself with one hand, his knuckles pressing against the firm thigh of the other, and looked up: “Your Majesty?” Amid his suddenly rapid heartbeat, the large hand holding