The first thing that answered Ji Qingwu was a gust of wind.
Before she could even register how the curtain was thrown aside, the space before her was completely filled.
Emperor Wu Su cupped Ji Qingwu's face. His palms were searing, sending a jolt of heat straight to her heart.
He lowered his head, a glint of wildfire in his eyes.
Ji Qingwu was draped in his Great Cloak, and the faint, sweet fragrance from her bath drifted straight to his nose. They had clearly used the same soap, but on her, the scent was exceptionally delicate and sweet.
Ji Qingwu spoke first, asking the question she had always wanted to know.
"How exactly did you recognize me, Your Majesty?"
He had seen through her Disguise Technique on more than one occasion, and Ji Qingwu was desperate to know why.
But Emperor Wu Su's thoughts were clearly elsewhere.
Zhao Mingyan brushed the tip of his nose against her flushed earlobe and said casually, "I can tell just by looking."
