The light, like a waterfall, wrapped around Li Qingyan's waist from behind, and Xu Yuan hesitated for a moment.
To go, or not to go.
That is the question.
The sudden halt of their movements made the room feel as if time had stopped.
Xu Yuan thought he should not be like this; after all, in both past and present lives, he had experienced grand occasions, and accepting such a simple invitation should have been normal.
If he was scared now, how could they share the same bed in the future?
But every time he thought of the Big Ice Lump looking at him eagerly, and those eyes clear of any dust, he felt a twinge of reluctance.
The slender figure in his arms gently twisted, and Li Qingyan looked back with her long, phoenix eyes. Her hand held his through the fabric, gently kneading, her lips slightly parted as she whispered playfully into his ear:
"How could you not dare to come when I, the Emperor, have behaved so despicably.... Han King?"
