It seemed that Long Xia had made a miscalculation.
The miscalculation occurred on the days leading up to the coronation, where things she did not expect happened.
Yuan Bojing's long form flipped on the bed, winding his arm over her body. Her heart pounded as he collected her in his arms.
He shifted, seeming to wake as he nibbled on the back of her ear, eliciting a moan deep from her throat.
It was so wrong, yet everything about Yuan Bojing felt like a magnetic pull. Everything between them was sweet to taste but toxic beneath the depths. She was sure she'd fall into his poison.
Yuan Bojing had followed her home after they fought the foreign mafia men that attempted the Empress's assassination. Long Xia didn't protest it.