As the words fell, the room fell into silence.
At this moment, Yan Xiu seemed like a master had hit his immobilization point, frozen in place, and his gentle, smiling handsome face slowly began to crack.
Ahem.
Li Yuyu looked at Yan Xiu's current appearance and felt slightly anxious.
Her eyes darted around, and she let out a dry cough to cover her embarrassment, directly snatching the handkerchief from Yan Xiu's hand, preparing to step aside and wipe herself.
Her wrist was grasped by Yan Xiu, and her light body was forcefully pulled back by him.
Yan Xiu directly laid Li Yuyu down on the Imperial Concubine's Couch, his arms resting on either side of the couch, trapping her in his embrace, and looked at her fiercely with a grinding tone, "Do you dare repeat that again!"
Li Yuyu swallowed and diverted the topic, "Emperor, you just said you wouldn't be angry, a ruler's words are not to be taken lightly. Look at your face now, tsk, it's just like that."
