Worried the Young Master would dodge again, Jiu Jiu gently turned his chin to face her.
Yuan Heng's body went completely stiff. Jiu Jiu meticulously wiped back and forth across his mouth, which wasn't even greasy to begin with.
Finally, she nodded her little head in satisfaction.
"Your Highness, it's clean now."
Yuan Heng looked as if he wanted to say something but held his tongue.
Jiu Jiu looked left and right, then added cheerfully, "Just as clean as me."
A moment ago, seeing the Young Master's expression, she had thought he also wanted someone to help wipe his lips, so she had just gone ahead and done it.
Jiu Jiu let go and climbed down from her chair, Emperor Wu Su's hand hovering behind her to steady her the whole time.
Yuan Heng's dark eyes flickered. While she wasn't looking, he turned his head, picked up the handkerchief beside him, and wiped away the greasy fingerprint she had left on his chin, letting out a helpless sigh.
