Xiao Jinxing moved away from An Ning's legs.
If An Ning hadn't said her legs would be disabled, he might have shamelessly stayed.
After all.
As soon as he looked up, he could see the disgust in An Ning's eyes.
"Don't overthink it, it's just that I dare not offend Your Majesty." An Ning lightly massaged her own legs while dashing Xiao Jinxing's hopes.
She seemed to understand.
How to make him uncomfortable.
"I know." Xiao Jinxing's cold voice.
He knew all of An Ning's rejection of him.
An Ning tapped her legs before slowly picking up the ink painting she hadn't finished and resumed writing, saying, "Eunuch Ping said you have trouble sleeping, I'll prescribe some medicine for you now..."
An Ning's body tensed.
Xiao Jinxing approached her from behind, placing his right hand on the hand she held the brush with.
An Ning's face clearly showed discomfort.
Xiao Jinxing said, "I'll teach you how to write ink painting well."
