Thinking of the kiss that had just been rejected, he furrowed his brows and released his grip.
"Be careful, it's hot!"
"I won't."
True, the water wasn't very hot, but Zhan Se's hands, holding the cup, were somewhat unsteady, slightly shaking. She hadn't brought the water to her lips when the glass cup slipped from her grasp.
Fortunately, near the edge of the bed...
The water didn't spill onto the bed but fell, along with the cup, under it.
Clink.
A perfectly fine cup had shattered beneath the bed.
"I'm sorry... I..."
Zhan Se paused, unsure how to explain. Could she say that his act of touching the cup just now had repulsed her? It even felt more sacred than physical contact. It wasn't that she was being oversensitive,
her polite apology made Emperor Quan's heart ache painfully.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke, his voice deep and husky.