Sang Yan felt her face flush with a sudden warmth as she listened to his words.
She pushed him away, coyly turning her head, "What are you saying? I don't understand."
This man couldn't go a day without driving.
Throughout the journey, his hints had nearly become overt declarations.
Although they had already been very intimate, they hadn't yet broken through the final barrier.
It was really going to happen.
She was still nervous.
He Ying, pushed away, wasn't annoyed; pulling her hand to his chest, he smiled and asked, "Place your hand over your heart, can you truly bear to leave me as a monk forever?"
He swore: he was definitely the only Emperor in the history of Da He who, after establishing an Empress, was still forced to live in chaste solitude.
And this Empress was the most precious in his heart.
He couldn't get angry or scold her.
He could only spoil her.
Sang Yan's hand rested on her own chest, feeling her uncontrolled heartbeat.
It was all because of his teasing.
