So, what was he supposed to do now?
Option one: open his eyes and say:
Morning, Your Highness. You're as extraordinarily handsome as ever today-so handsome you could shatter the heavens.
Option two: keep playing dead until the other man impatiently said, "Shen Zhuanxie, how long do you expect me to hold you?"
Then he could scramble off him in a flash.
Option three: open his eyes, meet the other man's gaze, and wait for him to get embarrassed and toss him aside!
None of those ideas would work, because the man holding him pinched his chin and said with regal composure, "Stop playing dead now that you're awake, Shen Zhuanxie."
Fuck, how the hell did you know I was already awake?
Shen Yangge slowly opened his eyes and forced out a smile, asking a question he already knew the answer to. "Your Highness, were you the one looking after me last night?"
"Mm," Chu Xuanzhen replied.
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
As he spoke, he struggled to spring up from Chu Xuanzhen's lap, intending to scramble down and kowtow in thanks, only to be pulled straight back and pressed onto those long legs again.
Shen Yangge stiffened, then shrank back, frozen like a little quail. He stammered:
"Your Highness, I'm fine now. Please let me down. It wouldn't look good if someone saw us. It would damage your reputation."
Afraid the man would refuse, Shen Yangge deliberately added that last sentence and emphasized it.
Chu Xuanzhen's voice was languid. "Gouge out their eyes. Who would dare gossip then?"
Fuck, I forgot this bastard was a temperamental piece of work. He would absolutely carry out anything he said.
Out of ideas, Shen Yangge could only stay obediently in the man's arms. He didn't look around, merely stared at his own hands.