The moment she finished speaking, Zhao Mingyan rolled over, lifted her blanket, and slipped in beside her.
Ji Qingwu's eyes widened.
'The Emperor, forgoing his magnificent palace to come all the way to the Wei residence just to take shelter from the rain—was that reasonable?'
'Not only was it unreasonable, but he couldn't even be bothered to come up with a decent excuse.'
Ji Qingwu scooted further to the other side of the bed. "Not even a three-year-old would believe that story, Your Majesty."
Zhao Mingyan pulled her into his arms, trapping her limbs with his own and drawing her close.
"Ah Wu, do you believe me?"
Ji Qingwu shook her head frankly. "Of course not."
"So Ah Wu doesn't believe me," Zhao Mingyan drawled. "Does that mean you're only three years old, too?"
Ji Qingwu huffed in discontent and tried to move away. His body was warm, but his heat made her flustered.
