The man's brow was strong and defined, more imposing than the distant mountain ranges. His eyes, like cold stars, gleamed with a daunting light.
Ji Qingwu gulped and mumbled, "So handsome..."
Realizing what she'd said, she dropped her gaze and hastily explained, "No, no, I mean... I'm done looking."
She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it fast in his palm, and she couldn't break free.
As if that weren't enough, Emperor Wu Su asked, "Have you touched it enough?"
The tips of Ji Qingwu's ears burned. "Your Majesty was the one who insisted I touch you," she whispered. "I didn't want to."
She had only said she was here to see him, never that she wanted to touch his face.
Emperor Wu Su lowered his arm but didn't release her hand. "Ah Wu can force me in return," he said casually.
'Is this his idea of returning the favor? Forcing him to take advantage of me?'
Ji Qingwu nearly choked. Waving her free hand, she stammered, "No, that's quite all right!"
