Han Moze clenched his hands sneakily, his thin and seductive lips curling into a devilish smile. He would have this woman repay those slaps in some other manner!
Nonetheless, he did his best to play the role of a servant until lunchtime.
Ruffling his sleeve as he sat on the stool beside Liu Rushuang, he smiled flatly. "You've forgiven me now, haven't you!"
Liu Rushuang shot him a glance but said nothing. The fact that the tyrant took advantage of her last night was still clear on her mind—it was a clear outrage, but her fury was ease after he accepted his punishment.
As he picked her up and put her on his lap, she leveled her crystalline gaze straight into his own, blushing slightly as she became the woman in the emperor's arms in a split second.
His gaze burnt like fire, and he leaned with a look that permitted no refusal, kissing those fresh, red lips.
