The hot juice scalded the tip of her tongue, forcing her to swallow the meat whole without tasting any of its flavor.
Ji Qingwu's cheeks puffed out like a little pufferfish, her rosy lips forming a small "o" as she blew out short breaths of air.
Emperor Wu Su said in a low voice, "Give it to me."
Ji Qingwu grumbled to herself, 'Didn't he say it was for me? Why did he change his mind in the blink of an eye?'
She reluctantly handed over the still-scalding roasted meat. He took it and placed it on the left side of his large desk.
Then, he went back to intently reading the military treatise in his hands.
Ji Qingwu's heart was practically bleeding. 'If it sits there any longer, it'll get cold, and the taste will be ruined.'
Kneeling beside him, she scooted a little closer.
Emperor Wu Su glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw her lips, shiny and moist, still glistening with grease.
