How could someone as despicable and shameless as Xiao Heye easily let Su Tiyue go when faced with her initiative?
Xiao Heye straightened his back, glanced at the emperor opposite him, and saw that his attention was focused on Su Tiyue, and he had no interest in playing chess or paying attention to anything else.
The large, powerful hand slowly turned over, trying to grab Su Tiyue's fingers.
But Su Tiyue seemed to have anticipated his actions and quickly withdrew her restless little hand.
Xiao Heye grasped at empty air, only managing to touch a trace of the lingering warmth of her fingertips.
He chuckled inwardly, never expecting that he would be fooled one day.
Tsk.
How should we punish this mischievous and cunning little fox?
Tie him up and give him a good beating...
Or would it be better to strip her naked and eat her from head to toe to vent my anger?
But thinking about it carefully, it seems that no matter what I do, it's hard to swallow this anger.
what to do?
Xiao Heye wanted to see the little thing cry again.
Human psychology is always contradictory and strange.
In the past, Su Tiyue would cry at the drop of a hat, every day. Xiao Heye couldn't bear it, so he would patiently kiss away her tears little by little and then tell her: "Your Majesty, tears are not sweet."
Now... Su Tiyue doesn't cry as much anymore, but Xiao Heye is starting to miss those old days.
He wanted to... make this delicate and noble Consort Shu cry.
Make her cry really hard.
Even if she begs for forgiveness and admits her mistakes, even if she cries herself unconscious, I still don't want to let her go...
I really dislike seeing her smug and self-satisfied, making a fool of herself.
"Your Majesty, let me pour you another cup." Su Tiyue held the teapot with both hands and poured more tea for the emperor.
Xiao Heye twitched the corner of his mouth and absentmindedly lowered his head, only to see two pretty little crescent-shaped marks on the back of his hand where Su Tiyue had pinched him earlier.
It really is a little crescent moon.
The mark was neither too deep nor too shallow on his hand, like he had been bitten by a puppy.
He placed the thumb of his other hand on the crescent moon and gently stroked it back and forth.
His deep eyes held a cryptic, sinister smile.
No one noticed.
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