When the Emperor changes his attitude, she reloads her save file; if not, she tests the limits as much as possible.
The relationship between men and women is indeed fascinating. The one who takes things for granted will often condition the other to habitually give.
"Why is the Emperor staring at me? Hurry up with the paperwork, or there won't be time to sleep later."
Yun Jiao recklessly urged him.
"I know what I'm doing."
Xie Zhixing glanced at her, bent his head, and continued with his paperwork, turning the bamboo slips vigorously, doubting she could remain so carefree.
But the truth proved that she really could.
While waiting for the dishes to be served, she lounged leisurely on the recliner, occasionally changing her position.
Xie Zhixing tried to suggest, "Grind the ink."
After a while, nobody moved.
Yun Jiao couldn't stand it anymore, she said, "Chief Su, the Emperor is calling you, don't just stand there, he's been waiting a long time."
Ying Lu's pupils shook.
