Feeling Ximen Yehan's arm leave her waist, Dongfang Lixia didn't dare to move, so she closed her eyes again and pretended to sleep.
"Okay, I know, you're awake!"
Overhead, Ximen Yehan's voice came.[
There is a smile in the gentleness, and there is also a bit of teasing and narrow-mindedness in it.
Knowing that his plan to pretend to be asleep had been discovered, Dongfang Lixia had no choice but to open his eyes.
Lifting her face to look at Ximen Yehan, she wanted to look shocked.
However, seeing the black handwriting on his face and looking at his funny look with a smile, she just couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What are you laughing at?!"
Seeing her sudden smile, Ximen Yehan couldn't help but drop his smile, showing doubts.
"I……"
Dongfang Lixia tried his best to stop laughing, his mind was spinning, and he had already turned to countermeasures.
"I am the ink stain on the Laughing Emperor's face. Have you forgotten that last night, you had a fistfight with a slave and lost miserably!"
As she spoke, she deliberately showed a look of astonishment.
"Ah...where am I..."
Standing up in a hurry, Dongfang Lixia hurriedly got out of Ximen Yehan's arms.
"Long live my lord, slave...why is this slave in your bed...slave must be drunk. Your Majesty, please forgive me..."
At dawn Dongfang huddled in a corner of the dragon bed, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Fist drawing? Ink marks!
Ximen Yehan got out of bed and grabbed the dragon mirror on the table beside the bed.
Seeing the ink marks on his face, Ximen Yehan couldn't help but doubt himself.
Could it be that he remembered that kiss incorrectly?!
He looked sideways at Dongfang Lixiao who was slipping out of bed in confusion, but out of the corner of his eye he caught the piece of sleeve on the carpet.[
Dongfang Lixia also noticed the sleeve, and she was busy bending over to pick it up.
Ximen Yehan was one step ahead of her and picked up the torn sleeve piece in his hand.