The Empire and the beauty (43)_1

Fu Shang's thick fan-like eyelashes fluttered open as he looked at the person with his dark eyes. What he saw was a young and handsome face that was somewhat familiar.

He was a beautiful young man with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, red lips, and white teeth. His peach-shaped eyes were naturally filled with deep affection, making people unconsciously want to indulge in him.

Fu min's expression became a little dazed.

She allowed the cold hand to caress her face.

Chu xiange was still feeling a little uneasy. The old fengjun had made an exception and given him this opportunity. This was also his only chance to get close to the Emperor.

He hardened his heart.

The teenager raised his slender and fair hand shakily. He closed his eyes and slowly reached for the Empress's collar.

Just as Chu xiange thought that Fu min had lost his mind, his hand was grabbed, preventing him from taking another step.

Chu xiange lowered his eyes in shock.