The back of Ji Qingwu's hand was brushed by his scorching lips. She had just started to pull away,
when she heard him say in a muffled voice, "Say it again."
Ji Qingwu's breath was still unsteady. Panting slightly, she said, "I don't want to marry Wei Ting."
The coolness of her fingertips, combined with the sincerity in her words, successfully dispelled the foul mood clouding his heart.
Emperor Wu Su tightened his grip on her hand, enclosing it in his own palm.
With moist eyes and glistening lips, Ji Qingwu continued, "I don't know why Wei Ting suddenly brought up a marriage proposal. I was very surprised, too. When Wei Ting came today, I rejected him to his face."
Emperor Wu Su's expression shifted.
The secret report from Si Hai had only mentioned their intimate behavior, not that she had personally rejected the match.
"Truly?"
He asked again.
Though his tone was light, the darkness in his eyes had transformed into an irrepressible brilliance.
