Their gazes met, and the air went still.
Li Yuyu leaned back a little, wanting to put some distance between herself and Yan Xiu.
Yan Xiu refused to let her have her way; his palm pressed against Li Yuyu's back, and just as she started to move away, he pulled her firmly back into his arms.
"Hey!" Li Yuyu was caught off guard. The tip of her nose bumped into Yan Xiu's chest, and the pain brought tears to her eyes on the spot.
Was he wearing armor or something? That was way too hard!
Li Yuyu covered her nose, looking at Yan Xiu with tear-bright eyes full of accusation.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Yan Xiu couldn't help asking.
No shit.
Why don't you try ramming yourself and see!
The snarky words circled around Li Yuyu's lips, but when she opened her mouth, her voice came out soft and sweet: "Of course it hurts, Emperor. Will this consort be disfigured?"
