That feeling of dissatisfaction returned once more; Ji Fei had thought that when he was with Little Moon, it wouldn't be the same hasty end as it had been with Consort Hui and Consort Wang. However, reality slapped him hard across the face. He was certain there was nothing wrong with his body, but he could not find that same exhilarating satisfaction he got when with the Imperial Concubine.
After the first hasty conclusion, aside from the pain, Qiao Qingyue's body was somewhat stiff, entirely different from the wedding night she had imagined. Was it because she was too inexperienced?
Looking at Ji Fei's somewhat stunned and blank expression, for some reason, Qiao Qingyue felt a pain in her heart as if pricked by a needle. No, she must not leave the Emperor with any bad impression.
Qiao Qingyue, enduring the shame and discomfort in her body, gently leaned on Ji Fei's shoulder, her tone carrying a hint of grievance: "Emperor, am I a disappointment to you?"
