Chapter 121: Chapter 20: Emperor Experience Plus

Zhang Yan leaned back casually on the soft couch, waiting to appreciate what Xiaoyan had learned over the past hour or so.

Xiaoyan slightly gathered her sleeves. Without any visible exertion, she gracefully stood up and offered a gentle bow. "Your Majesty, Xiaoyan will dance a piece for you!"

A fitting, classical-style melody played at just the right moment in the room, its rhythm melodious and elegant. In time with the music, Xiaoyan slowly raised her arms. Her long sleeves spread out like clouds, her fingertips tracing beautiful arcs in the air. As her feet shifted lightly, her skirt rippled outward like waves on a pond, making her look just like the Luo God.

As expected of a top student from Provincial University, her performance immediately displayed a level of expressiveness several tiers higher than Yiyi’s. However, Zhang Yan wasn’t fully satisfied yet. It was beautiful, certainly, but he had yet to see what he had actually asked her to learn.

Suddenly, the zither notes in the background music quickened, and Xiaoyan’s figure began to flutter and soar in response. She spun rapidly using her skirt as an axis. Silk and tulle intertwined into a flowing cascade of colors, resembling a courtyard in full bloom. The embroidered flowers on her tube top swayed with her dance steps, dazzling the eyes and causing the viewer’s heart to involuntarily ripple with desire.

As she spun faster and faster, her skirt gradually lifted. A flash of creamy white skin appeared and vanished in an instant, immediately capturing Zhang Yan’s complete interest and attention. In that fleeting glance, he wasn’t sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but it seemed there was a hint of black amidst the white.

But just as he tried to look closer, he realized she was no longer there; only a slowly descending piece of sheer tulle remained in her spot. In the mere blink of an eye, a breath as fragrant as orchids brushed against his ear.

Like a golden cicada shedding its shell, Xiaoyan had somehow slipped behind Zhang Yan. Her pale arms gently wrapped around his neck, and her red lips drew close to his ear. Yet, like a dragonfly skimming the water, she touched him briefly and pulled away, leaving him feeling a sudden sense of loss.

Her steps transitioned into light leaps, her toes tapping the ground as softly as falling snow. Using Zhang Yan’s seat as the center, she began to dance around him once more. Her skirt was quietly lifted by her movements, resembling a blooming purple lotus. The flying silk brushed teasingly against Zhang Yan’s cheeks, neck, and arms. He reached out to grab it, but caught only empty air; as he opened his palm, nothing remained but a lingering trace of her fragrance.

The corners of Zhang Yan’s mouth gradually curled upward without him realizing it. He was highly satisfied now; this was exactly what he wanted to see and enjoy. The life of ancient emperors was probably no better than this!

As the music built to its climax, Zhang Yan kept turning his head to admire her graceful dance, when suddenly his vision went dark. He reached out and grabbed the obstruction—it was Xiaoyan’s silk shawl, still carrying her faint body heat and a delicate scent.

He looked up to track her movements. The beautiful figure, now adorned only in red and purple, leaped high into the air, performing a mid-air split. Time seemed to freeze. She was suspended in the air as lightly as a feathered crane, an utterly breathtaking sight.

However, this beautiful scene only held Zhang Yan’s gaze for a fleeting moment. He couldn’t help but search deeper, wanting to confirm whether that quick glimpse from earlier was real. Yet, just a split second before his eyes could find the answer, his vision was blocked once again.

Pulling away the red embroidered silk that had inexplicably been tossed onto his face, he noted the faint milky fragrance and lingering warmth upon it. Zhang Yan hurriedly sought out the beautiful figure that would surely feast his eyes now, only to find nothing but a purple silk skirt left on the floor before him.

A few steps away, the small door to the inner room was wide open. The door leaf was still swinging back and forth with a CREAK CREAK, clearly indicating that someone had just slipped inside. Zhang Yan’s mood was completely stirred up by now, and he eagerly stood up to chase her through the door.

However, the expected sight of pristine, mutton-fat jade-like skin didn’t appear—or more accurately, it didn’t completely appear. Xiaoyan was now dressed in a red dudou and matching undergarments, sitting by the table, pretending to busy herself with brewing tea.

Zhang Yan casually closed the door. He wasn’t in a rush anymore. He sat down at the table at a leisurely pace, ready to see what other little surprises she had in store for him.

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She gently pushed against Zhang Yan’s chest and stood up. Picking up a piece of fruit from the platter with her mouth, she bent backward into a backbend, accurately delivering the fruit right to Zhang Yan’s lips—an upside-down beauty, her eyes brimming with affection.

Due to the angle, Zhang Yan’s gaze was mostly fixed on the deep crevice of her cleavage; he absentmindedly took the cherry into his mouth. It was very sweet and juicy. The quality of this fruit platter was pretty good.

This was where one’s true skill was revealed. If it had been Yiyi, she probably wouldn’t have been able to keep this up after feeding him three to five pieces. But Xiaoyan had nearly emptied half the fruit platter by now and still seemed to have energy to spare.

Zhang Yan had somewhat anticipated this; after all, no one understood the strength of her waist better than he did.

"Is there more?"

Xiaoyan thought for a moment, then retrieved a strip of cloth and blindfolded Zhang Yan.

This time, it was a little taste test. When a person suddenly loses their sight, their other senses temporarily heighten, accompanied by a slight sense of tension. Because of this, Zhang Yan found the current sensation quite novel.

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This time, he deliberately leaned forward, wanting to feel it more clearly. However, Xiaoyan seemed to have anticipated this move. She shifted almost parallel to him, and in the end, he could still only lightly brush against it.

A small, slightly protruding bump, soft and somewhat bouncy. "It’s XX!"

"Hehe, Your Majesty guessed wrong again! It’s a gummy candy~"

"Hey! Again!"

"It’s your earlobe, right?"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty guessed correctly~"

Zhang Yan felt a wad of silk cloth placed into his hand and nodded in satisfaction. "Keep going, keep going!"

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The cheerful atmosphere of the game continued.

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