Ji Qingwu pouted, her expression identical to Jiu Jiu's when throwing a tantrum.
She whined coquettishly, "Must Your Majesty keep me in suspense? What's so secretive about it?"
Emperor Wu Su chuckled. "I am far more accommodating than Ah Wu. If you ask, I will answer."
"As for the first time we met..."
Hearing him finally broach the subject, Ji Qingwu's eyes widened as she waited anxiously for his answer.
"Back then, I even held you."
"Huh?" Ji Qingwu was astonished.
Her memory wasn't so poor that she would forget someone after an embrace. Besides, Emperor Wu Su's handsome face alone was enough to leave a lasting impression.
Seeing her dark eyes darting about and her delicate brows furrowed as if tied in a knot, it was clear she was utterly perplexed.
His hand slid slowly from her waist up her spine. His other arm slipped under the crook of her knees, and with a slight effort, he once again lifted her into his arms.
