193. Emissary from the Capital City
While Feng Zhiyao was standing at the door, letting his imagination run wild, he forgot to observe Mo Xiuyao's gloomy expression. Ye Li watched as Mo Xiuyao glared at Feng Zhiyao, emanating waves of cold air, and helplessly pulled at his sleeve, shaking it. It was a bit startling to have someone walk in on such a scene, but Ye Li was not a woman born and raised in this era. From her past life, what sort of things had she not seen? It was only a witnessed kiss, after all, and they were a legitimately married couple. Therefore, Ye Li was only slightly uncomfortable for a moment before she composed herself. On the other hand, Feng Zhiyao, standing by the door, judging from his bizarre and conflicted expression, had clearly let his imagination run too far.
Ye Li cleared her throat and reminded him softly, "Third Feng, come in and talk."
