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Surrounded by Three Thousand Handsome Men
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As soon as you open your eyes, you realize you've crossed over and found yourself waking up next to a handsome man. What would you do?
Wen Tian sat at the edge of the bed, her expression serious as she contemplated the situation. For an ordinary virtuous woman, she would likely scream at the top of her lungs and then run away in a panic.
And if she were a lustful woman, she might be so captivated that her eyes would sparkle with desire, drooling at the mouth, eager to pounce and devour him whole.
Wen Tian knew full well that she was neither of those types, but as for the latter… Her gaze swept over the group of handsome men sprawled across the bed—no, not just one, but several beautiful boys. Her brows furrowed tighter, and her expression grew increasingly grave.
"Your Majesty, have we failed to serve you properly?" One of the Beautiful Boys stirred awake, blinking his large, watery eyes. His fair skin seemed almost to glisten with moisture, smooth and delicate. He propped himself up slightly and looked at Wen Tian with a hint of shyness.
"Not at all..." Wen Tian swallowed hard, a tinge of envy flickering in her eyes as she glanced at him before shaking her head.
"Then is it not enough?" The Beautiful Boy's face flushed instantly, and his voice dropped a notch.
Upon hearing this, Wen Tian thought to herself: Is he implying unfulfilled desires? Seeing her wide-eyed stare, the Beautiful Boy felt embarrassed and flustered. He hurriedly got up and gently kicked his still-sleeping companion beside him. When there was no response, he rushed outside to call for help. In the blink of an eye, a group of boys around sixteen or seventeen years old entered, each one strikingly handsome.
Wen Tian looked at the scene before her and suddenly felt overwhelmed. She raised her hand to her forehead in despair, feeling like the one who was about to be devoured.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong? Are you still not satisfied?" One of the boys playfully nudged her shoulder and said in a teasing tone, "I knew it! You must be thinking about that person again."
"Who?" Wen Tian shivered involuntarily, goosebumps rising all over her body.
"Are you pretending not to know about Yu Huan? Who in this palace doesn't know that you've been thinking about Tang Zhiyun so much lately? It seems there's no room left in your heart for Yu Huan and the others," the boy said with a sour tone that could sour a barrel of fish.
Wen Tian could only helplessly continue to play dumb and force a silly smile while silently lamenting: Poor me with all these entanglements…
"Well, who can blame Yu Huan for truly caring for His Majesty? Even if it means committing a great disrespect and facing the scorn of others, Yu Huan will strive to fulfill His Majesty's wishes."
The young man chattered on, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Wen Tian watched him with a sense of unease, secretly speculating: He can't be thinking of kidnapping some virtuous man to ruin, can he? Listening to this, I’m not just a lustful woman; I’m a bully...
That evening, as the carefully choreographed dance began, Wen Tian was holding a glass of juice, ready to take a sip. Just as she glanced at the stage, she instantly sprayed juice everywhere, her eyes widening in shock.
"Your Majesty, how is it?" Yu Huan asked softly from the side, his gaze filled with anticipation.
Wen Tian quickly wiped her nosebleed, composed herself, and nodded. "To be fair, these people are just wearing a bit more than nothing."
"How naughty! Your Majesty is so lecherous," Yu Huan teased, playfully nudging her shoulder, a blush creeping onto his face.
In truth, these men were merely wrapped in strips of cloth, not much different from the male dancers at American adult clubs. The key point was that they were not covering what should be covered, and their movements were mostly sensual and provocative.
Wen Tian silently praised them: Such great figures! But just as she finished her thought, she felt a warmth in her nostrils and quickly sniffed again.
As the dance reached its peak, flames erupted all around, and a man slowly emerged from among the dancers.
He was unlike those delicate male companions; with striking features and an imposing presence, he stood tall and elegant in his light blue attire, adding an extra touch of charm to his already captivating demeanor.
As such a beautiful woman took the stage, someone whom he had longed for, one would expect His Majesty to display excitement or eager anticipation. Yet, instead, he wore an expression that suggested he wanted to kill.
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