"Oh, aren't you busy every day? Your Majesty, the newly enthroned emperor." Wang Yi sneered.
"I came to ask her to serve you tea. You are my queen, so this is the proper etiquette."
Wang Yi: “…”
I am speechless, really speechless.
But since she was under someone's roof and was being tied up and played, she could only act like a fool.
"Your Highness, serve tea to my sister."
Wang Yi raised the chain on his hand.
"My hands are weak and I can't lift it."
Zhao Wu chuckled secretly, walked up to the couch, picked up Ianna's cup and handed it to Wang Yi's lips.
"I knew you were jealous. Come, don't be angry, I'll feed you."
Wang Yi stared at Zhao Wu in disbelief: "..."
Is he so confident? I didn't see that before.
Listening to Zhao Wu's clumsy self-proclaimed "I", Wang Yi couldn't help but think of Zheng Yeheng.
Zheng Yeheng never called himself "the King" in front of him, but called himself "I".
But Zhao Wu, the emperor who came in late, was happy to call him "I".
If people lack self-confidence, they will try every possible way to fill their own image.
As the saying goes, show off what you lack.
Zhao Wu was showing off his success in restoring his country in front of her.
Really... petty.
Wang Yi glanced at Zhao Wu, who was now dressed in gorgeous clothes, and could no longer see the two strong pectoral muscles he had when he was a blacksmith.
Okay, I have to admit that I used to be a little greedy for his body.
But now, no matter how luxurious his appearance is, it cannot hide the ordinary man inside.
That bit of good feeling has all gone disgustingly.
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