After the president became depressed, he was taught by the mirror ghost to fall in love!

The bathtub in the Hall of Mental Cultivation was emitting bursts of hot steam. Mo Jinan lay in Lin Jiayan's arms and let him wash her body.

The hot water poured on his fair back, causing him to shiver. His back instantly turned a light pink, and water droplets gently slid down his waist into the water.

"Minister Lin... I don't want to wash anymore..."

Mo Jinan's legs hurt so much that he couldn't stand up or sit down, so he could only lie on Lin Jiayan in this awkward and uncomfortable position. However, he really wanted to avoid this vicious man, so how could he be willing to get close to him?

Lin Jiayan stroked his smooth back, his narrow and deep eyes staring at the red marks on his neck.

"Lin Xiang..."

"Your humble servant will carry the emperor out."

Lin Jiayan kissed his cheek obediently, and with his bulging arms he easily embraced Mo Jinan.

The coldness after leaving the hot water made him shiver uncontrollably, and he subconsciously hugged Lin Jiayan's neck and shrank into his arms.

Lin Jiayan glanced at Mo Jinan and then smiled with a hint of ambiguity: "Jinan also took the initiative to hook my neck like this last night..."

Mo Jinan gritted his teeth and fiercely blocked Lin Jiayan's lips, forcing him to swallow the teasing words.

Lin Jiayan let out a muffled laugh of pleasure. He did not rush to the bed. Instead, he picked up Mo Jinan and slowly kissed and flirted with him in the Yangxin Palace.

"I'm getting more and more skilled at kissing..."

Every time Lin Jiayan kissed Mo Jinan, his lips would be bitten and taste a sweet and fishy taste. He knew that this was the only way for the little emperor to take revenge on him. Lin Jiayan was not angry but found it interesting instead.

It doesn't hurt that the little rabbit occasionally gets angry and bites him. As long as the little rabbit feels happier after venting its anger and has less resentment towards him, that's enough...

Lin Jiayan placed him on the desk where he usually taught him to review memorials. He took a towel and patiently wiped Mo Jinan's body, then knelt on the ground and lifted up one of his feet to help him put on shoes and change clothes.

Lin Jiayan was not impatient at all during the whole process. Instead, he enjoyed such service very much. Mo Jinan's face flashed a little bit of subtle surprise. The powerful prime minister knelt at the feet of a deposed emperor and held his shoes...

After Lin Jiayan put on his shoes, Mo Jinan asked, "Is it fun, Prime Minister Lin?"

Lin Jiayan paused and leaned forward respectfully: "Very interesting."

“When will you have enough fun?”

Mo Jinan couldn't stand this kind of humiliation that was like being tortured to death. Every time this bastard Lin Jiayan committed insubordination, every kiss he gave was a humiliation to him.

If I behaved a little better, Lin Jiayan would be a little gentler to me like teasing a dog, slap him, dethrone him, put him under house arrest in the Yangxin Palace, and treat him as a toy, humiliating him every night... Now that I behaved a little better, he started to give me sweet dates and showed rare respect...

What does he think of Mo Jinan... Is he really just a pet to entertain himself in his spare time...

Lin Jiayan smiled and shook his head. He leaned on the table and gently licked and kissed Mo Jinan's earlobe. His low and seductive voice would always give Mo Jinan goose bumps.

"I can't play with it enough... I like Jin'an's body so much... I can't play with it enough in this lifetime..."

"You're going to imprison me like this for the rest of my life..."

Mo Jinan's fists were clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds. He really wanted to punch Lin Jiayan's face to pieces.

Lin Jiayan's hands were caressing his waist wantonly, and those amber pupils with undercurrents always looked at him so blatantly. Mo Jinan always felt uncomfortable. Under the gaze of those eyes, he felt like naked even if he was wearing clothes.

"If Jin An behaves better, I can consider giving Jin An a little freedom."

Lin Jiayan pecked his lips and laughed: "At least Jin An can move around in the palace, but if Jin An always wants to escape..."

Mo Jinan felt a pain in his waist. His already sore waist was pinched by the thug and the pain was unbearable. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he swallowed nervously, not daring to look up at Lin Jiayan's hungry eyes.

"Then I will have no choice but to imprison Jin'an for the rest of his life..."

Lin Jiayan leaned over and kissed his neck and whispered: "But Jin'an don't have to worry... I will not marry a wife or take a concubine... I am willing to serve Jin'an for the rest of my life, and serve Jin'an day and night until he goes to bed..."

Mo Jinan took a deep breath and couldn't help but sneer: "You're dreaming! You haven't had enough fun, but I have!"

"Lin Jiayan! I've slept with your body enough! How can you be so confident that I will let you sleep with me for the rest of your life!"

A dangerous and cold light flashed in Lin Jiayan's eyes. He rolled his Adam's apple and laughed: "The Emperor keeps saying that he is tired of sleeping with me..."

"But the Emperor has been so passionate these past few days...Have you forgotten when the Emperor wrapped his arms around my waist and called my name, asking me to be gentler?"

Mo Jinan screamed before he could react. He was pressed hard on the table by Lin Jiayan. The cold tabletop pressed against his waist and he couldn't help but scream in pain.

"Lin Jiayan, you are so outrageous!"

"Ah...ha..."

"Lin Jiayan..."

Mo Jinan subconsciously wanted to curl up into a ball, but Lin Jiayan held his wrist tightly so that he could not move at all.

This time Lin Jiayan was extremely rough, not at all as gentle as usual. Normally, if Mo Jinan frowned a little, Lin Jiayan would immediately stop and hug him to comfort him. However, this time Mo Jinan only felt deep fear. He felt his body numb and cold as if it was about to break.

However, when the hot and sticky blood flowed out, Mo Jinan felt that Lin Jiayan seemed to have calmed down.

But at this moment, Mo Jinan's eyes were extremely empty, he slumped on the table, his whole body cold and stiff, and only the faint rise and fall of his chest told people that he was not dead yet.

"Good morning..."

Lin Jiayan's voice finally contained a hint of distress and panic. He picked up Mo Jinan and immediately called the imperial physician. However, this time, Mo Jinan somehow found the strength to grab his sleeve.

He hadn't cried for so many days, but this time, tears finally flowed from Mo Jinan's eyes, and the sound coming out of his throat was so hoarse and unpleasant: "Don't... don't call the imperial physician..."

Mo Jinan sobbed softly with a pleading look on his face: "I...I will be good in the future...don't send the imperial physician..."

"Lin Xiang..."

“Please… please…”

"Don't let others see me like this..."

"Please…"

Mo Jinan couldn't help sobbing. He grabbed Lin Jiayan's clothes and begged over and over again.

Lin Jiayan finally sighed, hugged Mo Jinan tightly and put him on the bed.

Mo Jinan refused to let go. He was afraid that if he did, his last bit of dignity as an emperor would be destroyed.

"Be good...don't call the imperial physician..."

Lin Jiayan patted Mo Jinan's back in a soothing manner and said, "I will go get some medicine myself. Jinan is still bleeding, so I will not touch you for the next few days."

"I will apply medicine for you in a moment, just close your eyes and take a nap..."