"Oh." Di Xiaxia nodded, then hurried to ask, "Isn't it said on TV that when a king wants a minister to die, the minister has no choice but to die?"
"That's on TV." Di Mingzhe answered lightly.
Seemed to make sense, so Di Xiaxia nodded again and continued to ask, "Then what happened later, keep going."
"Hmm." Di Mingzhe elegantly lifted his lips, reaching out his large palm, pressed her head into his shoulder, and continued in that same elegant manner, "It looks like your neck is aching from twisting. Is this better?"
That's when it struck Di Xiaxia how close the two of them really were!
She was practically in his arms!
And now he's even letting her lean on his shoulder where it's just the right size for one head.
Not too big or small, not too hard or soft, it felt just right!
After saying these, Di Mingzhe continued his story.
The initially bewildered Di Xiaxia was swept back into the book by him, to the point where she was COMPLETELY oblivious of their current posture.
