Oh, I've been caught.
Li Qiao pursed her lips and lazily opened her eyes in the man's embrace.
At this moment, she was in Shang Yu's princess carry, her slender ankles comfortably stacked together, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and she raised an eyebrow and smiled, "How did Master Yan find out?"
Shang Yu came to a slow stop, the deep pools of his eyes reflecting the light as he swallowed hard, and whispered huskily into her ear, "When I kissed you."
The young girl had indeed fallen asleep at first, but then, unable to hide his itchy heart, he kissed her twice, and her thick eyelashes began to flutter non-stop.
She was probably pretending to sleep the rest of the way.
Li Qiao felt his low voice by her ear, his warm breath sprinkling on her sensitive ear, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck.
