Taking advantage of Yun Jiao's daze, Xie Zhixing leaned in to kiss her.
Amidst the thousands of beautiful scenes around them, his eyes could only see her.
"Eh?"
Just at that moment that ruined the mood, Yun Jiao heard that there was snow on her face, hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it, and wiped quite hard. As a result, she accidentally slapped the Emperor in the face with the back of her hand. She awkwardly said, "I didn't mean to."
She was anxious to wipe her face and used quite a bit of force. Even though the Emperor didn't blame her, she still felt a bit guilty.
Xie Zhixing took the opportunity to burrow his face into her hand, his lips brushing across her palm, sparking a tingling itch: "Do you like the arrangement in the West Garden?"
"Arrangement... do you mean these lanterns?"
He saw confusion fill those doe-like eyes and knew she hadn't made any connection to herself at all.
