The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 194 Call My Name.

Jiang Jinshuang never shied away from discussing matters of the bedroom.

Love between men and women is a natural human emotion and nothing to be ashamed of.

Jiang Jinshuang thought so, but she also knew that in this world, not to mention women, even men would find her ideas shocking and contrary to etiquette.

—Not to mention that the man was Pei Du.

Jiang Jinshuang said this only out of a teasing intention, and didn't care how Pei Du actually viewed her.

So funny.

It wasn't a wasted trip.

Today's trip was worthwhile.

Jiang Jinshuang raised her chin, looking down at the man beneath her.

She easily saw through his arrogance and aloofness, laughing as she said he was "unambitious."

There was a smile, a provocation, and even a teasing look in those eyes.

But there was no love in it.

She didn't care about his emotional state; she just found it interesting and intriguing.

—She had once draped him in that golden light with her own hands, and now she was smilingly tearing it off.

Without the slightest bit of lingering affection.

He, however, tossed and turned, unable to sleep at night because of her pulling and tugging.

Pei Du's hair was messy.

Yet, it also seems that every strand of hair is meticulously designed, its messiness revealing a unique beauty.

He was pinned between the bed and the floor by her, his chest heaving and his Adam's apple bobbing, but his dark eyes remained fixed on her, never looking away.

The man's clothes were disheveled.

The woman's dress was neat and tidy.

—No matter how you look at it, it seems like he's the one being bullied.

Jiang Jinshuang did not speak, but remained straddling his waist and abdomen.

The sensation was so obvious that Jiang Jinshuang adjusted her posture uncomfortably.

But it was only for a moment.

Pei Du frowned suddenly, grabbed Jiang Jinshuang's wrist with one hand, and made a sound in his throat.

He looked up at her as a devout believer looked at his god.

"Don't move."

Jiang Jinshuang raised her eyebrows slightly, still playing with the cold, smooth jade pendant in her hand, smiling nonchalantly.

The hand holding her wrist finally exerted some force, the knuckles slightly twitched, and the veins bulged.

She remained silent, letting Pei Du look at her like that.

Inside the bedroom, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood incense and the purple smoke from the incense burner.

The curtains fell gently, obscuring the figures of the two people.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and simply looked at him.

As if in a silent standoff, their eyes met.

for a long time.

It was Pei Du who spoke first.

He lowered his voice and tightened his grip on Jiang Jinshuang's wrist.

"I am indeed not very capable."

It's like admitting defeat.

But not enough.

Jiang Jinshuang wanted more than just this.

Her chin was raised even higher.

Jiang Jinshuang's fingertips caressed the jade pendant, her voice light: "Pei Du, you know what I want to hear."

Not these.

More than these.

Pei Du's gaze shifted away.

He turned his head slightly away, his thin lips pressed into a line.

She was too proud.

Her pride was such that she didn't even care about the self-esteem of others, and she skillfully and without hesitation trampled others underfoot.

Jiang Jinshuang understood.

Pei Du was also aware of this.

"Pei Du."

Jiang Jinshuang called his name.

His tone carried a hint of warning and impatience.

Although the corners of his mouth were still turned up, there was less patience in his eyes: "Speak."

at last.

Jiang Jinshuang felt the heaving of his chest intensify. He slowly moved the hand that was holding hers upwards, placing it on his neck.

—Her hand gripped his throat.

It was as if they were offering up all their devotion.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, and Jiang Jinshuang could clearly feel the vibrations produced by each word he uttered as her hand rested on his neck.

He said.

"I beg Your Highness to have mercy."

He laid bare his most vulnerable weaknesses before her.

He said, "I beg Your Highness to have mercy."

Just like before, she longed to hear him say those words countless times.

In the past, she would always ask him to kneel down with a smile, and he would kneel down with a straight posture, obeying her every word and never disobeying.

She was still not satisfied, so she said, "Pei Du, you said, 'I beg Your Highness for mercy.'"

He refused.

He said, "Your Highness, that's too much."

Now, the man took her hand and placed it over his neck.

He looked at her like that.

It's like a dying believer willing to sacrifice their life for their god.

He said, "I beg Your Highness to have mercy."

How interesting.

Jiang Jinshuang's smile deepened, and even her eyes showed a hint of interest.

Oh, so that's what it feels like.

So this is how she felt when Pei Du stared at her with that look and said those words while he was sober.

Jiang Jinshuang is a very playful person.

She doesn't find ordinary things or objects interesting.

However, it must be admitted that Jiang Jinshuang was indeed pleased at this moment.

Beneath her palm, Jiang Jinshuang felt the man's Adam's apple bobbing up and down in her hand.

It's like a soft feather, causing a slight, lingering itch.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled with satisfaction, and slowly reached the hand holding the jade pendant behind her back.

on him.

Pei Du's robes were loose.

He doesn't even need to exert much effort to easily sense his emotions.

As the cool touch of the jade pendant reached Jiang Jinshuang, she saw Pei Du's brows furrow suddenly and goosebumps rise on his body.

“Don’t move, Pei Du,” Jiang Jinshuang tilted her head, her eyes clear and unwavering, without a trace of impurity or lust. “This is my ‘pity’.”

The so-called compassion.

She held the jade pendant, along with his, and placed it between her palms.

The jade was cold and hard; it was top-quality mutton fat jade, pale white all over. After Jiang Jinshuang handled it for a long time, some translucency could even be seen.

The moment the jade pendant touched him, the suppressed and low groan ceased.

Jiang Jinshuang handled the jade pendant with practiced ease, causing his waist and abdomen to tense, highlighting the smooth lines of his skin.

Jiang Jinshuang didn't even turn around, but just smiled at his expression, which was intriguing and meaningful.

She gave him pleasure.

Like the string of a kite, Jiang Jinshuang is the one who flies the kite carelessly.

Suddenly, Jiang Jinshuang remembered the storybook she had read before.

In the story, the princess slaps the scholar across the face. The scholar steps forward, opens her palm, and checks if it is injured.

Like.

like what?
Jiang Jinshuang chuckled, letting the cold jade pendant press against him, and letting him be overwhelmed with emotion, but she dared not grip her wrist too tightly.

Yes, what does it resemble?

Men should never have done this before.

They couldn't even control the overwhelming and intense emotions that came their way.

Even the usually aloof and powerful minister was filled with panic. He slightly parted his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he could only call out her name in a hoarse voice: "Jiang Jinshuang..."

"What?" Jiang Jinshuang tilted her head, still playing with the jade pendant in her palm.

"Call me..."

"What did I call you?" Jiang Jinshuang asked with a half-smile, feigning ignorance. "Lord Pei...?"

"no……"

"Your Excellency?"

"Jiang Jinshuang..." The unreal feeling of walking on clouds grew stronger and stronger. He could only grab her wrist tightly, wanting her to hold onto his kite string, "Call me by my name..."

"Please call me by my name..."