360: Your Majesty, please don't do this.

The temporary runway in the living room was quickly dismantled, and the crystal chandeliers lit up again, dissipating most of the lingering romantic atmosphere.

Leah ran upstairs with her new clothes to try them on, while Olexia swayed back to her room.

[Tsk tsk tsk, the dog food is being served.]

Only Shang Wan Ning and Ling Qi remained in the living room.

Ling Qi pinched the corner of her clothes and shuffled toward the stairs. Her high heels sank into the carpet; every step felt like treading on cotton, incredibly unsteady.

"Stop."

Shang Wan Ning's voice drifted from the sofa. "Your face was as red as a ripe peach while watching the show just now, and now you want to run?"

Ling Qi's footsteps halted. She turned around, clutching her skirt, and whispered with lowered eyes, "Does Your Majesty have anything else?"

Shang Wan Ning tapped the armrest twice. "Come here, baby."

"Be a little more obedient, okay? I don't like using force."

Ling Qi dawdled over and stopped three steps away, her eyelashes trembling behind her gold-rimmed glasses.

"Heh, afraid I'll eat you again?" Shang Wan Ning leaned forward, her fingertips brushing against the back of Ling Qi's hand before firmly grasping the Secretary-General's hand hanging at her side.

The moment their palms met, she deliberately rubbed the thin calluses with her thumb and chuckled softly. "Your hands are so cold. Have you been waiting for me to hold them for a long time?"

Ling Qi's fingertips curled slightly as she said perfunctorily, "A Ning, you're joking."

[I'm a ghost, of course I'm cold!!!]

Shang Wan Ning led the Secretary-General toward the sofa. "Sit. Let me see. Why are you acting so reserved now, when you couldn't take your eyes off that pearl-white set during the lingerie show earlier?"

Just as Ling Qi sat on the edge of the sofa, a force pulled her to the side.

With a cry of surprise, she instinctively grabbed Shang Wan Ning's arm and fell into her embrace. Her nose bumped into Shang Wan Ning's chest, and smelling the familiar scent of sea salt and sandalwood, her heart skipped a beat.

"What's the rush?"

Shang Wan Ning wrapped her arms around Ling Qi's waist, deliberately tightening her grip. Resting her chin on the top of Ling Qi's head, her warm breath puffed into her lover's hair. "Throwing yourself into my arms already?"

"When you saw the model wearing that thin-chained set just now, your throat bobbed three times. Why are you acting like I'm too close now?"

Moisture seeped through the thin fabric, scalding Ling Qi into a state of rigidity.

She struggled slightly, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz. "Your Majesty, don't be like this..."

"Like what?" Shang Wan Ning lowered her head, her nose brushing against Ling Qi's ear as she lightly nipped her earlobe with her teeth.

"Like this?"

"Or... like this?"

Ling Qi's breathing became completely ragged.

She raised her hand to push the other away, only to have her wrist grabbed and pinned against the sofa's armrest.

Shang Wan Ning's kisses fell on the side of her neck, lingering on a sensitive spot for an extra half-second on purpose. "Don't hide. Last time, you didn't hide this mole like this."

"Don't..."

Ling Qi turned her head to avoid her, a layer of mist coating her eyelashes. "The sofa... won't do."

Shang Wan Ning arched an eyebrow and released her hand, though her fingertip still hooked into the cuff of Ling Qi's sleeve. "Why not? Last time in the lounge, who was it that clung to my neck and wouldn't let go, saying 'faster'? Now you're acting picky about the sofa, hmm?"

"Because... because last time in the lounge, we already did it on the sofa." Ling Qi's face was flushed, but her tone was unusually serious, as if she were defending herself or acting coquettishly.

"Your Subordinate... doesn't want to do it on the sofa for now."

Shang Wan Ning was stunned for a moment before she let out a light laugh. She helped Ling Qi sit upright and pinched her burning earlobe.

"Oh? So you're saying you're willing if we change locations?"

"I didn't..."

Ling Qi hurriedly tried to protest, but just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly felt her body lighten.

She cried out and wrapped her arms around Shang Wan Ning's neck, her back hitting the edge of the coffee table with a thud.

The chill of the marble seeped through her clothes, making her shiver.

"Then how about here?"

"Is the coffee table novel enough? We haven't tried it here before."

Ling Qi hurriedly turned her head away, her lower back pressed against the edge, feeling both sore and numb.

Looking at the face so close to hers, her nose nearly touching the other's chin, her eyes reddened with anxiety.

"Don't! This coffee table is too low..."

"Is low bad?" Shang Wan Ning's hand rubbed against her waist, her fingertips slipping under the hem of her top to brush against her skin.

"It's convenient for me to kiss you just by looking up, and convenient for you to... well, reach my shoulders. Isn't that good?"

"No!"

Ling Qi interrupted hurriedly, her cheeks so red they looked ready to bleed, her fingers trembling as she gripped Her Majesty's collar.

"I'm afraid... afraid it's bad for your waist."

Seeing the Secretary-General's solemn expression, Shang Wan Ning couldn't help but laugh out loud. She reached out and removed Ling Qi's gold-rimmed glasses, setting them aside on the coffee table, her thumb brushing against her cheek.

"Don't you know whether my waist is good or not? Last time in the Inner Chamber, who was it that cried and said 'Your Majesty, slow down,' only to move more vigorously than anyone else?"

The suggestive words rang in her ears, causing Ling Qi's eyelashes to tremble violently. She tried to turn her face away in panic, but Shang Wan Ning caught her chin and turned her back.

"But this coffee table is made of marble; it's too cold."

"Then how about this?"

Shang Wan Ning suddenly stood up, picked her up horizontally, and placed her on the coffee table. The icy surface of the tabletop felt cold through her thin skirt, and Ling Qi instinctively curled her legs.

But Shang Wan Ning pressed down on her thighs to spread them, her knee wedged between Ling Qi's legs to prevent her from closing them.

The Empress stood between her legs, leaning in close, her palms resting on the coffee table beside Ling Qi, trapping the Secretary-General in her arms.

Warm breath puffed against her lips. "Is it still cold now? Is my body temperature enough to warm you up?"

"I..."

Ling Qi opened her mouth, wanting to say this posture was too shameful.

She wanted to say the cold hardness of the marble hurt her skin, and that this open posture left her nowhere to hide... but all her words turned into soft whimpers when she met Her Majesty's determined gaze.

They melted away between the lips and tongue that suddenly descended... Ativi Continent, Cana City.

Chen Yu had just finished the mission handover with Tudor and planned to wait for Yin Shu to return and report before leaving with a squad of personal guards.

The White-Haired Loli was already eager to return home, wishing she could fly back to the Netherworld immediately.

"Wuwu X﹏X."

Her Majesty and the Secretary-General had gone on a honeymoon and left her all alone in another world; the thought filled her with resentment!

As for Olexia and Leah, the little loli had long since put them out of her mind. Her head was currently full of lewd images of Her Majesty and the Secretary-General probably having the time of their lives.

The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt... when a male voice suddenly cut in.

"Lord Prefectural City God, looking so distracted—are you thinking about where to go on vacation?"

Chen Yu snapped back to her senses and saw You Yu leaning against a nearby pillar. His black robe fluttered slightly in the wind, and a faint, playful smile played on his lips.

She immediately rolled her eyes, her impatience practically overflowing. "Isn't that obvious? If you were the one stuck here with a pile of loose ends, see if you wouldn't want to slip away too."

You Yu straightened up and strolled over slowly. "That's not hard. If you're in a hurry to leave, I, your Subordinate, can handle the remaining cleanup tasks like inventorying the rosters and verifying the Soul Contracts for you."

Chen Yu was stunned for a moment and looked him up and down suspiciously. "Has Minister You had a change of heart?"