'But my emotions today have been too tumultuous. I need some time to sort through them.'
'I can't give him the answer he wants right now.'
Emperor Wu Su knew not to rush things. He had only said it casually, not expecting her to have an epiphany all at once.
He called to her, "Ah Wu, come here."
Ji Qingwu took small, graceful steps, slowly walking around the desk.
But just as she drew near, he suddenly shot out an arm and pulled her close. She lost her balance and fell onto his lap, enveloped in his firm embrace.
The entire sequence of motions was as smooth as flowing water, yet it betrayed a sense of impatience.
He lowered his head, his gaze sweeping gently over her lips. "How is it still not better?"
There was still a mark on Ji Qingwu's lip where she had bitten it. Seen up close, it looked like a small tear on a fresh peach petal.
With his free hand, he picked up the warm tea beside him, refilled a cup, and offered it to her.
