"And then I'll steal the Emperor's person?"
Zhao Wujiang's face twitched. "You may."
Zhao Wujiang slowly pulled aside Princess Baiyue's pink-and-white dudou. Princess Baiyue felt a cool breeze against her chest and flushed deeply with bashfulness. Just as she was about to let out a gasp of "Ah," Zhao Wujiang gently covered her pretty mouth with his hand.
Chapter 16