1722 Regret

Huo Yunshen bent down a little and gently grabbed Jing Xi's shirt. He was hesitating. If the king of a country was found out to have secretly pulled up the shirt of a sleeping woman up in the middle of the night, he would lose all of his pride and respect.

Yet, he still decided to do it. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pulled it up a little.

Luckily, the woman was still asleep. He opened his eyes and slowly looked towards her waist.

There it was, a tattoo on Jing Xi's waist.

It was the same tattoo that he was familiar with.

The moment Huo Yunshen saw what he wanted to know, he felt like his brain was exploding.

The woman right in front of him was Jing Xi.

She was the real one.

That explained why she always looked so familiar from behind, why every inch of her reminded him of Jing Xi.