"I didn't do anything to feel guilty about, so what am I afraid of?"
One hand gripped her waist tightly, while the other still supported her chin. Emperor Quan held a classic flirting pose with expert precision for about ten seconds before he sighed softly and finally lowered his hands, embracing her gently in his arms without mentioning the annoying incident they had just witnessed.
"Tired?"
Go to hell! she thought, annoyed. Zhan Se couldn't help but glance at him sideways.
"You tell me, tired or not? Getting married is not a job for humans."
Amused, Emperor Quan pinched her nose gently and then, as if hit by a sudden thought, raised his eyebrows, bent down close to her ear, and nibbled it softly while speaking in a voice warm with the scent of wine, magnetic, husky, and so tender it made one's heart tremble.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, shall we elope?"
"Elope?!" Zhan Se was taken aback, unable to comprehend for a moment.
