She could only watch helplessly as her foot fell into Qin Yu's palm, those clear eyes filled with a faint and nebulous mist, holding countless unspoken words.
Qin Yu gently grasped it.
He didn't rush to submerge it in the water for washing but instead slowly and carefully brushed off every speck of dust from it.
His movements were so cautious, as if what he held was not a foot but a priceless work of art, fearing that even the slightest mistake would mar its innate beauty.
However, he was unaware that his actions had already intoxicated the Empress beyond recognition.
The Great Yan Empress, who always showed a dignified and indifferent front, now revealed a side that belonged only to a woman.
The expression on her face was very complex.
It seemed to be a mix of resistance, yet there was also a tiny bit of…
Expectation.
Perhaps even she didn't know what she was expecting.
