Even a Kiss Can Increase Intimacy

“Qi Mohan, I was wrong. I really was.”

Sheng Yanhuan was quick to read the room. She immediately clasped her hands together, her limpid eyes gazing softly at him.

Her voice was soft and lingering. They were very close, and her breath brushed against his chest, bringing an unbearably ticklish itch.

Qi Mohan suppressed the surging heat throughout his body, his throat bobbing once.

“Your Majesty, it’s a little late to realize your mistake now.”

His eyes were cold, but his gaze fixed on her was blazing, as if... a wolf had spotted a little white rabbit.

Sheng Yanhuan’s cheeks flushed faintly, yet there was inexplicably a trace of calm in her eyes.

“Qi Mohan, what are you trying to do?”

A little rationality returned to Qi Mohan, and his pale fingertips loosened slightly.

Right. What was he trying to do...