After Jun Moyi finished speaking, he stared at Sang Liwan without even blinking.
Jun Moyi was surprised to hear this. He couldn't tell whether he was expecting more or something else.
In fact, he didn't even know what kind of response he wanted to hear from Sang Liwan.
Sang Liwan was also a little dazed.
[How is that possible? I've always wanted to cling to your thighs.]
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but Sang Liwan instantly remembered the stupid things the original owner had done for He Li, and he still had to take the blame for her.
Thinking of this, Sang Liwan couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, but he still said with a stiff upper lip: "That's not the case."
Jun Moyi, who had already heard her thoughts, did not pay attention to what Sang Liwan said.
In his heart, what Sang Liwan said in his heart was much more true than what he said with his mouth, even though those words often made him angry to death.
Thinking of this, Jun Moyi's face couldn't help but darken again.
Seeing his expression changing from gloomy to bright, Sang Liwan thought he didn't believe what she said, so she quickly added, "Don't overthink it, I really don't hate you."
Please don't misunderstand me, woo woo woo, I can't wait to curry favor with you. 】
Jun Moyi was a little surprised by these words, but he looked at Sang Liwan calmly and said deliberately, "Really? Then who was it that caused such unrest in this palace, constantly saying that I was a bully and that I had forcibly taken a woman. I deserved to be disabled and confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life."
[So vicious! ]
Sang Liwan's eyes suddenly widened, "Did I say that?"
She began to carefully search through the original owner's memories.
Before she could figure out what was going on, Jun Moyi started poking at her heart again.
"And they said that someone like me would never be able to gain anyone's true love in my lifetime."
[This is too much!]
"You even said that I don't understand what love is, and I don't understand you at all, and I'm not worthy of being your husband."
How can you say such things?
"Wanwan, you're not going to admit what you said to yourself?"
[I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, those words are not mine! ]
Sang Liwan rolled his eyes, "Did I say that?"
Sorry, she really couldn't find any scene in her memory where the original owner said these words, so she had reason to suspect that Jun Moyi was deceiving her.
"Your Majesty, are you deliberately taking advantage of my poor memory?"
Hearing this, Jun Moyilang laughed, his throat trembling slightly, "Even if I'm bullying you, so what?"
He leaned close to Sang Liwan, and his warm breath gently sprayed on Sang Liwan's delicate skin. The floating hairs made Sang Liwan couldn't help but shiver slightly.
She subconsciously wanted to get up, but Jun Moyi held her shoulders, "Are you scared?"
"What do I have to be afraid of?"
[Oh my god, why is he so close to me all of a sudden? Is he trying to kiss me?]
If he kisses me, should I hide or not?
Jun Moyi narrowed his eyes.
His eyes fell on Sang Liwan's porcelain-white skin, which seemed to be covered with a layer of glow, emitting an alluring luster.
Jun Moyi's eyes suddenly became deep.
But Sang Liwan was still provoking him in his ear.
[What is he looking at? He probably doesn't want to kiss me, he doesn't dare...]
Don’t dare?
Oh.
The next moment, Jun Moyi's thin lips touched Sang Liwan's earlobe.
Sang Liwan froze instantly.
【He, he, he, what is he doing? 】
"Wanwan."
Jun Moyi's voice was low and sounded a little nonchalant, but it also carried a magnetic and irresistible tone.
Sang Liwan felt weak all over, and his head was so dizzy that he didn't know what day it was.
This feeling had never appeared in her previous life, so for a moment, she felt a little caught off guard.
Even the voice began to tremble slightly.
"Do, what?"
Unexpectedly, after hearing her words, the smile in Jun Moyi's voice became even louder.
"You're shaking."
Sang Liwan said stubbornly: "Who is shaking?"
The next second, Jun Moyi placed one hand on her knee.
His slightly cool palms could feel Sang Liwan's trembling body through several thin layers of clothes.
Sang Liwan was startled by his action, her legs went weak and she sat down on the ground.
But when she came to her senses, she found that she was not sitting on the ground, but sitting on Jun Moyi's legs again.
Before Sang Liwan could react, Jun Moyi's chuckle came to her ears, "It seems Wanwan likes this position very much."
[Hmm, it's soft and springy, much more comfortable than a chair, but...]
“Who likes it?”
Although he knew that she was saying one thing and thinking another, Jun Moyi found Sang Liwan very cute.
He lifted a strand of hair from Sang Liwan's ear and gently tucked it behind her ear. He said with a smile, "Wanwan, your duplicity is really interesting."
Sang Liwan's face was full of girlish shyness, and her ears were burning with heat.
"Who is saying one thing and thinking another!" Sang Liwan was still quibbling.
At this moment, even if he didn't listen to her inner voice, Jun Moyi knew what she was thinking. It was just a question of why he knew her thoughts so well.
So, he deliberately touched Sang Liwan's round earlobe with his fingers.
Sure enough, I saw the other person subconsciously shrink his neck.
Jun Moyi touched it again as if he had discovered something interesting.
But Sang Liwan was definitely not a little lamb that could be bullied. She turned her head suddenly and stared at Jun Moyi in front of her fiercely.
"Don't move anymore!"
Jun Moyi didn't know what was wrong with him. Seeing Sang Liwan like this, he just wanted to go against her.
"I'm going to move."
"Wanwan, I really should bring a mirror over so you can see what you look like right now."
Sang Liwan bit her red lips and struggled to move twice, "Let me go."
"No."
Sang Liwan was so angry that she laughed at Jun Moyi's rogue behavior.
"Your Majesty, you called me a scoundrel before, but you are obviously no worse than me."
But Jun Moyi said confidently: "Hasn't Wanwan heard the saying, 'Those who keep company with vermilion become red, and those who keep company with ink become black'?"
"So am I 'Zhu' or 'Mo'?"
Jun Moyi seemed to be thinking for two breaths, and then slowly uttered two words, "It's all possible."
"Jun Moyi!"
Given Jun Moyi's current status, he is rarely addressed by his name in person. Even the emperor and Jun Mochen would address him as "Prince An" in person.
It had been a long time since he heard someone call him by his name to his face. The last time someone called him that was also Sang Liwan.
…
In the dark, An Yi secretly winked at An Er.
"Do you remember the last person who called the master by his full name to his face?"
An Er thought about it.
"It seems like the anniversary is coming soon."
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