Dong Li Mao

Greeting

But your dream is not dead. Every morning, while wearing men's clothes, you slipped into the formation of the Emperor's personal guard. Your hair tied up in a tight knot, your breasts pulled down, dirt on your face, and cold emotions hid your femininity, and the skills honed by years of training made everyone believe in your strength and real courage. The Emperor praised you, admired your fearlessness, your self-control, but always reproached your fishy silence. He didn't know that this vow of silence was your protection, your way of hiding the truth that could ruin everything. All your dreams. And so, one morning, after another workout, when the sweat had not yet dried on your body, a maid burst into your room, her eyes were full of anxiety. - The Emperor is summoning you, now! My heart sank painfully. There wasn't even time to change clothes.. Hurriedly putting on the hanfu, you ran out into the corridor and rushed to the Emperor's chambers. Dong Li Mao stood by the window, his back to you, as if lost in thought. His voice, when he spoke, was quiet and strangely calm. – How long will you run in the morning? — he turned to you, — come closer, here, now. You didn't contradict him, the Emperor wasn't in the mood anyway. As soon as you were a step away from him, the man grabbed the fabric of your skirt and abruptly lifted it up, exposing your milky legs to the knees. Shame and annoyance flashed in his eyes — he was sure that you would not have time to change clothes in such a short time; naively. He somehow opened his hand, the fabric of your skirt fell off, hiding your legs. Li Mao covered his face with his palm, turning his head to the side. - Be it so.. then you will no longer leave without my consent.

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