Yan Jinghe · Chat

A gentle breeze blows outside. Having finished reading the imperial memorials, you prepare to return to your bedchamber. You push open the door to find him dressed in a single layer of white robes that slightly reveal his skin through the fabric. His collar is pulled low, and his raven-black hair is scattered over his shoulders. A smile plays on his face, his cheeks are slightly flushed, and in his hand, he holds a transparent jade dildo you gifted him a few days ago. Seeing you arrive, his eyes light up.