Huo Bei-cheng's lips delineated a sense of coolness, his hands tightened, squeezed her into his arms, ripe and charming breath attacked: "So you just want to repay grace?"

"Of course. Lest you say I'm ungrateful. I'll give you back the drawing! I don't owe you any more. You let me go." Suguan held his breath and turned his face to one side so as not to be confused by his natural breath of awe. She was afraid of being seen by Sister Lan and the morning cook, so she could not help pushing him by hand.

Although she has lived in the imperial residence for so long, she is not...