“What are we betting on?” Xie Mingwang asked in a deep voice.
Shen Qi lightly touched her chin, her expression subtly intriguing.
After hesitating for a moment, Xie Mingwang obediently leaned closer, quietly waiting for her to speak.
Shen Qi’s lips moved, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz.
As Xie Mingwang listened, his face, neck, and ears suddenly turned completely red, as if he had just cooked a pot of shrimp.
Before Shen Qi could finish, he instinctively recoiled as if startled, whispering under his breath, “This… this is an insult to propriety and decorum, it’s… not appropriate.”
“Really?” Shen Qi cupped her face, smiling mischievously at him.
Xie Mingwang avoided her gaze, his eyes flickering, unable to look at her directly.
He couldn’t help but wonder why Princess Jiayang had such audacious thoughts, but… But it was truly tempting!
He forcefully pressed his fingers and shook his head, trying to shake off Shen Qi’s words from his mind.