They were no longer in a position where Ji Qingwu was on top.
Their gazes were now perfectly level.
As his eyes bore into hers, her invisible, perked-up tail immediately drooped.
Her face grew so hot she couldn't speak.
Her breath became even hotter than his.
Emperor Wu Su's voice was always on the deeper side, but now, in the quiet night, it sounded as rich and full-bodied as a fragrant, strong wine.
"Beg you."
Each word was enunciated with extreme clarity.
'What is he begging for? For my kiss.'
The power of those two simple words made Ji Qingwu forget her current predicament—that she was the one trapped, hemmed in impenetrably by the tree branches and by him.
She leaned forward, her hands reaching up to touch his face.
The fire in his heart burned fiercely, and Emperor Wu Su's breathing grew more and more ragged.
The upward-tilting corners of the man's eyes, flushed red from the heat of the wine, had lost their usual sharpness, leaving only an impatient desire.
