Seven Nights of Pampering

“Betray me, and your end will be… death!” He gripped her by the throat, his gaze icy, yet his tone remained calm. He was the cold and ruthless emperor of the Southern Dynasty, yet he was willing to pour all the favor of the imperial harem onto her alone. “Whatever you want, I will give you!” His eyes were like a bottomless abyss. One glance, and she would be doomed beyond redemption. Beneath red gauze curtains, he favored her night after night, weaving a web of love around her body with the most extreme indulgence, making her sink deeper and deeper. She thought love meant spending a lifetime together through hardship and tenderness. But she forgot—he was an emperor. When he held her ...