Shen Yangge stiffened slightly. He remained frozen in his dazed posture, feeling the warm breath against the side of his neck as his heart inexplicably began to beat faster.
While he was still in a daze, Chu Xuanzhen reached up to stroke his brows and eyes, brushing the hair at his temple before resting his thumb at the corner of his eye.
There was a tiny black mole there, so small that even Shen Yangge himself often overlooked it.
Chu Xuanzhen pressed his thumb against that tiny mole. Though he said nothing, his movements conveyed a delicate tenderness and affection.
Suddenly, warm breath washed over his ear. Chu Xuanzhen leaned closer, his voice low and husky. "I will always remember what Shen Zhuanxie said today."
Chu Xuanzhen's closeness left Shen Yangge feeling rather hot. He could not help tugging at his collar, as though doing so might release the "heat" from his body. He had no idea that his shimmering eyes now held a hint of seductive allure.
"Your Highness... was there something wrong with that medicine?"
To distract himself, Shen Yangge simply changed the subject. After thinking for a while, he finally voiced his question.
After all, the elderly imperial physician had prescribed that medicine after examining him. For the sake of his health, he would not refuse it just because it tasted bitter. Besides, if he really refused to drink it, Chu Xuanzhen would probably turn on him on the spot.
So Shen Yangge was rather curious about why Chu Xuanzhen had suddenly smashed his bowl of medicine.
Shen Yangge tilted his head up slightly and blinked his doe-like eyes. Though an unconscious note of coaxing affection had crept into his voice, he did not notice it himself and continued "soothing" Chu Xuanzhen in that soft, gentle tone.