Empress Xia Mingyue stood tall, seeming only slightly shorter than Lu Xuan.
At this moment, Empress Xia Mingyue and Lu Xuan were very close, their breaths clearly audible to each other.
Lu Xuan clearly sensed the Empress's proud softness brushing faintly against his chest, like a gentle feather, causing his heartstrings to tremble.
As she gazed at Lu Xuan, who was just a hairsbreadth away, a flash of peculiarity swept through Empress Xia Mingyue's beautiful eyes.
Unconsciously, she raised her right hand, her wrist was as fair as frost and snow, with fingertips that seemed to emit a faint dark gleam.
She gently hooked Lu Xuan's chin, her movements seemed extremely gentle, yet subtly carried a strength that Lu Xuan could not resist.
Lu Xuan never anticipated that Empress Xia Mingyue would behave in such a manner; he initially thought this was just an ordinary conversation between a ruler and her subject.
