Xie Zhixing remained motionless, observing what she intended to do.
Yun Jiao slowly adjusted her position in his arms, her small hand resting on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Xie Zhixing asked her.
Yun Jiao softly said, "Concubine wishes to hug the Emperor."
Xie Zhixing truly found her more enigmatic; if she wanted to hug him, why did she keep reversing time to avoid him?
Until then, Xie Zhixing had never pondered the thoughts of the harem women.
His mind was exhausted from the affairs of the state, with a clear approach to Concubines: favor those he liked a bit more, ignore the ones he didn't—wanting something while keeping it at arm's length, this thought pattern that was rampant in romance novels completely eluded the Emperor's understanding as an unnecessary drain on time and energy.
However…
"I thought it was something significant," Xie Zhixing responded with a soft gaze, reversing his hold to encircle her waist, "Then let me hug you too."
