She tried to get off his lap, realizing what she had done in the heat of the moment, but Shentu Jing held her waist, stopping her from escaping.
"You kissed me and now you want to run?" He said huskily.
"I made a mistake," she made a weak excuse and grinned at him, like a little fox begging the emperor to let her go.
"A good mistake," he replied, his palm reached out to stroke her cheek.
That seductive look in his eyes made Qin Zhuzhu want to throw down her armour and rushed into his arms.
But not now... Not now....
She told herself. She squeezed her eyes close as he neared her lips.
Shit, shit, shit. Qin Zhuzhu recited in her head.
But in the end, she only felt a warm wet sensation on her nose.
Huh? She opened her eyes in confusion.
Shentu Jing pecked a kiss on her nose instead of her lips.
"I'm sorry," he suddenly apologized.
