Fu Shang barely opened her eyes and after taking a glance at Wen Xian, she closed her eyes again.
Wen Xian was speechless.
He was sure that he was not mistaken. This woman did not seem to recognize who he was, and there was a complete stranger in her eyes.
This was very depressing.
Even if Wen Xian didn't like Fu Chen, being ignored like this still made him feel like he had a heart attack.
The beauty's expression froze.
He stretched out his cold hand ...
Fu Shang woke up in an instant and her long and narrow eyes widened. She shrank back and threw the pillow in her hand in Wen Xian's direction. Wen Xian, you're being presumptuous.
He looked fierce but was actually timid.
Perhaps it was because he had just woken up, Fu Shang's voice was a little hoarse and a little soft. It did not have the usual Majesty of the Empress.
