In Shangguan Dandan's eyes, emperor was a profession, and one also needed the resolve to work diligently for the ruling group, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.
She wondered whether he was up to that kind of labor.
Shangguan Dandan was only amusing herself with the thought. He was, after all, her beloved moth. How could she make him toil day and night for her little shop?
After stroking Liu Chang'an's head, Shangguan Dandan started pinching his ears, then pinched her own ears as well.
Her own ears were soft, while Liu Chang'an's were like crisp braised pig ears.
"Are you done yet?" After being pawed at for a while, Liu Chang'an realized she had no intention of stopping and could not help turning to glance at her.
Shangguan Dandan paid him no mind. Her hand remained raised high as she reached for the back of his head.
Liu Chang'an turned his head again and frowned. She still had that absent-minded look—lips tightly pursed, one hand touching him while her mind wandered through all sorts of nonsense.
It reminded Liu Chang'an of how he would sometimes space out while stepping on Lu Si'en, so he pushed Shangguan Dandan's hand away. Whether she was waving someone over or touching them, she always seemed to be teasing cats and dogs. It was extremely irritating.
Shangguan Dandan stopped touching him. Hugging the thermos in one arm, she lay down and curled up against Liu Chang'an's chest. Stretching her neck, she yawned, then kicked at the hem of her skirt embroidered with golden-thread Jade Rabbit patterns. Her satin cloth shoe fell to the ground.
She did not get up to retrieve it. Instead, she pointed her foot, her few slender and delicate toes pressed together, looking crisp and tender in the cool