Xuan Ling's breathing became noticeably tighter. Sheng Xiyan staggered, his eyes blurred with drunkenness. His long fingers touched his Adam's apple, and his soft fingertips gently stroked it.

The emperor lost control in an instant.

He tried his best to restrain himself and took her hand, "My dear, would you like another drink?"

Sheng Xiyan turned her head and leaned on his shoulder to avoid him, "I can't drink anymore, Your Majesty, please spare me..."

But at this time she was articulate and clear-minded, and he couldn't ask her anything, so he fed her two more glasses of wine.

Sheng Xiyan's face suddenly turned red as a peach blossom, and she asked tenderly, "Your Majesty... do you like me?"

Xuan Ling's voice was deep, mellow and magnetic. This was the first time that he, who had always been cold and indifferent, confessed his feelings to a woman.

He said in a deep voice: "Well, I have a good impression of you."

A blaze of hope rose in Sheng Xiyan's heart. This was probably the reason why he helped her. After she had a clear idea in her mind, she quickly knew what to do next.

She hugged his neck and leaned on his shoulder, the fragrant breath she exhaled hit his neck, making him feel numb and itchy.

She closed her eyelashes and seemed really drunk.

Xuan Ling cleared his throat, leaned close to her ear and asked, "Sheng Xiyan, do you like me?"

He kept pouring her wine just to ask this question, right? No, my heart only has Qi Yan, and there is no room for other men.

But she couldn't say it, even if she wanted to tell a lie, she couldn't tell it at this moment. It was not the time to confess yet, she needed to wait a little longer, which made him anxious.

Sheng Xiyan moaned, and her soft hands, like weeds, slid and caressed his cheek.

Hearing her mumbling, Xuan Ling lowered his head and pricked up his ears to listen to what she said.

"Yan Lang...where are you?..."

Xuan Ling's heart suddenly fell to the ground, shattered into pieces, and cooled down.

She seemed to mistake him for Qi Yan, hugging his neck tightly and burrowing into his arms, crying and humming, her tears sticking to his neck, wet and slippery.

This was the first time their faces were pressed together.

"You bastard, why did you leave me here? You said you'd return victorious... Do you know I almost wanted to die?"

Xuan Ling loosened his hand on her waist. She actually loved her ex-husband so much. He was just daydreaming.

The soft and fragrant face rubbed against his chin, and then pressed against his face, tears streaming down her face, crying extremely sadly.

"Yan Lang, I'm so scared... I'm afraid someone will snatch him away... I'm afraid someone will bully him and me... Woo woo woo..."

Her thin back trembled with fear. Xuan Ling felt pain in his heart, but he couldn't help but feel pity for her.

His long arms wrapped around her, forming a protective barrier for her.

I don't want to ask anything anymore. I know the answer without asking. This woman still has her ex-husband in her heart, so how can she possibly accommodate him?

The emperor's face turned ashen. He had to endure her teasing him as if he were another man, and he also felt her sadness and fear.

Xuan Ling didn't know before that he had the habit of being soft-hearted and feeling sorry for someone.

Sheng Xiyan closed her eyes, feeling the changes in his breath, her small hand on his chest, following his heartbeat, trying to figure out the emperor's mood at the moment.

His breathing was a little rapid, which was the body's reaction to being angry. He was indeed jealous.