I woke up as the Villainous Empress

"Stop teasing me!" Yang Ning protested, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she covered her face with her hands. "I wasn't the one who bought it. I just found it among the items confiscated from the maids' quarters. I was curious about what it was. I also didn't know that it was this kind of book."

Zheng Liang chuckled at her excuses and found her puffed-up, blushing cheeks adorable. Due to her embarrassment, she couldn't even bring herself to look at him. Yet, in his eyes, this image of her, flustered and shy, only added to her charm.

Seeing that she was on the verge of tears from his teasing and embarrassment, he decided to cease his playful banter and walked towards her. Placing the book on the side table, he gently took hold of her shoulders and shook her slightly, urging her to look up at him.

"I don't want to talk to you. Go away," Yang Ning muttered, her voice tinged with lingering frustration over him snatching the book away. Refusing to meet his gaze, she kept her face turned away. She shrugged her shoulders, attempting to push him away in her irritation.

Not only had he teased her for reading a book like that, but he also had the audacity to ruin her moment of climax while reading, interrupting her at such a crucial moment of reading. He needed to be punished for his actions.

Despite his status as the crown prince, she, too, was the crown princess, and she wouldn't tolerate being teased in such a manner.

Seeing Yang Ning in full-on angry mode, Zheng Liang couldn't help but let out a throaty laugh, finding her fiery demeanor irresistible. However, he quickly stifled his amusement when Yang Ning shot him with a sharp side-eye.

With a playful grin, he retorted, "Why are you angry at me? For reading your book without your permission? Okay, I won't do that from now on," his voice was laced with mischief and a hint of apology.

Noticing that she had no intention of looking at him, he closed the distance between them, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "Okay, fine. I understand. I won't tease you anymore. I understand that my wife doesn't enjoy these kinds of fictional books."

Yang Ning's lips twitched, her anger softening at his apology. But just as her anger began to melt away at his sweet words, his next remark left her utterly speechless. "She doesn't like these things in fiction, but only in action," he murmured, his voice low and sensual, sending shivers down her spine.

As he spoke, Zheng Liang sensually nibbled on her earlobe with his tongue, sending shivers down her spine.

"You...You are shameless! Are you taking advantage of the situation?" Yang Ning glared at him, her voice laced with a mixture of defiance and anticipation as she felt her body responding to his bold advances. Despite her lingering anger, she found herself unable to resist his teasing touch.

Her body betrayed her as a soft moan escaped her lips, succumbing to the tantalizing sensations he elicited.

Zheng Liang's lips curled into a pleased smirk at his wife's reaction, his gaze smoldering with desire as he whispered in a low, raspy voice, "Am I taking advantage? I'm simply giving you a live example of what you were reading earlier. Wasn't that book for me to learn how to please my wife?"

"Am I doing it right? Or... was it even bolder? Like this?" His husky voice sent electric shivers coursing down her spine, his proximity igniting a fiery anticipation within her.

As his tongue continued to tantalize Yang Ning, tracing the curves of her earlobes, the sensitive skin of her neck, and the enticing line of her collarbone, his hands explored every inch of her body. They roamed from her shoulders, massaging the tension away as they glided down her back, exploring the contours of her curves with firm yet gentle caresses.

With boldness and skill, his touch lingered on her breasts, kneading them with an expert touch that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. His fingers traced teasing patterns along her hips, igniting a fiery desire that pulsed through her veins.

Yang Ning, who had been angry just moments ago, was now completely lost in the magic of his pleasing touches. Her hands, which had been hanging by her sides, now gently held onto his waist for balance as her legs weakened from his teasing.

As his lips traced her collarbone, she instinctively tilted her head, granting him access to the exposed skin.

Seeing Yang Ning forgetting her anger earlier and responding to his teasing, Zheng Liang smirked and whispered against the bare collarbone in a pleading voice, "Yang Ning, are you still angry with me? Hmm?" He asked while sucking on her exposed collarbone, leaving his beautiful marks on her porcelain skin.

Getting no response from her, he intensified his teasing, trailing his tongue along the skin where he had just sucked and bitten, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. His movements were deliberate, each touch designed to soothe and arouse.

"Yang Ning, I want you," he whispered huskily against her skin, his voice thick with desire. "But if you're angry with me and want me to go to the guest chamber, I understand and will stop right away." He paused, his breath warm against her neck, waiting for her response.

He wanted her, yearning for her touch, but he also desired her to yearn for him in return.

As he waited, he couldn't help but notice the way she pursed her lips, her body tense yet yielding to his touch. Just as he was about to pull away, he heard her muffled voice, barely audible yet filled with longing, "I am not angry." Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desire.

She also wants him!

Zheng Liang's lips curled into a pleased smile as he wasted no time, his fingers deftly undoing the ribbon wrapped around her waist. With a gentle tug, the upper robe of her nightgown fell to the ground, revealing the delicate curves of her body adorned in a white, silk inner gown with slender straps.

The fabric clung to her figure, accentuating every curve and contour, while the soft sheen of the silk highlighted the purity of her skin.

His desire burned fiercely as he took in her beauty, his gaze lingering on the elegant lines of her neck, the graceful slope of her shoulders, and the enticing curve of her hips. Every inch of her seemed to radiate an irresistible allure, fueling the fire of longing that blazed within him.

Zheng Liang couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the nightgown Yang Ning wore. It was stunning, and he couldn't help but wonder where she found such exquisite garments. Unlike traditional nightgowns that covered her completely and were difficult to remove, these were different. They hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her figure in ways that left him breathless.

Not only were they visually appealing, but they were also practical. Designed for easy removal, they allowed him to indulge in his desires without any hindrance. Each delicate strap and subtle curve of the fabric enhanced her natural beauty, making her even more irresistible in his eyes.

When the upper gown was removed and she was left in a thin layer of silk inner gown hanging on her, he took a moment to stare at her, admiring her beauty. Her long black hair cascaded in tousled waves, falling gracefully over her shoulders and some drifting back.

Her exposed collarbone was adorned with his wet marks, evidence of his fervent kisses. Her eyes, brimming with a mix of pleasure and tenderness, glistened like a doe's, captivating him with their depth and allure.

After admiring her ethereal beauty, his gaze settled on her captivating face and those crimson lips. "Beautiful!" he whispered, unable to contain his admiration.

"Yang Ning, you can be angry with me, but never ask me to stay away from you. Because no torture can be more excruciating than being apart from you. I wish I could spend all my time with you. I hate to part from you," he said softly, his voice filled with longing. Without any delay, he moved closer, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, unable to resist the pull of her allure.