Upon hearing this, Shangrou's eyes and the corners of her brows rippled with a sweet, cloying smile.
She burrowed into my arms like a spoiled kitten, the tassels of the golden hairpins in her hair brushing against my chin, carrying a faint scent of jasmine. "Your Majesty is entirely right~"
She drew out the tail of her sentence, her fingertips unconsciously tracing circles on my chest. "Sister Yanyan is still most captivating when she looks as heroic and spirited as she does now."
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