At that moment, Su Qingdai, who had been 'closing in', suddenly moved and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the lips of the man just inches away.
This scene was like delicate, tender rose petals lightly touching the surface of a secluded pond.
Instantly, waves erupted.
Zhao Rong never expected Fairy Su to be so bold. Just a second ago, she had been spanked by him, looking aggrieved and pitiful, yet now she dared to forcibly kiss him...
Zhao Rong was caught entirely off guard at this moment.
His senses were suddenly 'filled' by Su Qingdai.
The scent of orchids wafted towards him.
In his field of vision were her eyes, full of infatuated affection.
However, the kiss was very clumsy.
"Ziyu, do you not like me doing this?"
"What is liked, what is enjoyed."
"..."
This is when the young Emperor suddenly asked in a low voice, curious, "Teacher Zhao, what are you looking at?"
