Jian Yixue looked at Qin Yuan's face and she was a bit embarrassed, very different from her usual temperament.
"What's the matter, beautiful?" Qin Yuan asked.
He touched her dimple with his finger.
The finger then moved up until it arrived at the side of her ear.
A few strands of her hair fell there, Qin Yuan grabbed one, stroking it gently.
Her lips pressed together again in reaction while warm air escaped her sexy nose.
"Why only like this?" She suddenly said in a low but fast voice.
Of course, Qin Yuan can directly digest her words.
He replied, "what's wrong with this, isn't it more aesthetic?"
Even though he had said many times that she had to become an Emperor first, this girl still didn't seem to give up.
Qin Yuan wondered if he needed to give her a bit of a different touch.
She didn't speak anymore, only her lips almost turned into a pout.
