Su Qiao lowered her eyes, a trace of coldness flashing through them.
Putting on an act?
Then let's see who was better at it.
She simply refused to believe that, after experiencing so many planes, she could lose in acting to this ancient person.
"Your Majesty, I'm feeling a little better."
When she raised her eyes again, everything from her expression to her gaze and even her voice had transformed into a weak and delicate appearance.
She seemed to want to struggle to sit up and salute, yet looked too feeble to do so.
"Don't get up. There's no need to salute."
Jin Moli instinctively reached out to hold her down, but as if he had thought of something, a trace of disgust swiftly flashed through his eyes. His hand reached over but did not actually touch her.
As if trying to distract Su Qiao, he said with some heartache, "Look at you. How could you be so careless? With you like this, how am I supposed to feel at ease?"
Heh.
He was really good at pretending.
If he had the guts, he shouldn't have backed down just now!
Su Qiao sneered inwardly.
"It's all because of you, Your Majesty. You suddenly left in the middle of the night, and Your Concubine went everywhere looking for you without putting on her shoes. Then I accidentally fell asleep while taking a bath, which was how I caught a cold. And you still blame me."
As she coyly reproached him, Su Qiao pretended to casually brush aside the hair scattered over her chest, revealing the neck still marked with "strawberries."
When Jin Moli saw this, his entire body stiffened, and even the expression on his face became extremely rigid.
He found it painfully glaring.
This was his humiliation!
A humiliation he