The horse galloped through the night.
The whooshing wind howled past her ears, and Xia Ruqing, wrapped in her cloak, huddled in his embrace, daring not to move an inch.
"Emperor..."
She was scared! Why was this horse running so fast? It was almost like a modern-day car! And without any seatbelts or anything, falling off would mean certain death!
Zhao Junyao held the reins in one hand and clutched her tightly with the other.
"Don't be afraid! We'll be there soon!"
"And, stop fidgeting!"
That last line was so wickedly charming.
Xia Ruqing couldn't help but sneak a glance at him.
From this angle, she could perfectly see Zhao Junyao's flawless profile.
TSK TSK, so handsome; even a mere profile was so perfect. The firm and clean lines of his neck, the handsome and deep contours—so perfect they were unforgettable.
"Emperor, you are truly handsome!"
Zhao Junyao pulled her head into his chest.
"I told you not to fidget!"
Xia Ruqing was utterly bewildered.
"I wasn't fidgeting!"
