No one knew what Feng Yexuan wanted to do.
Not even he knew.
All he knew was that after catching a glimpse of Xiaoyao's exposed shoulder outside the blanket, his first thought was to close the door.
If Leng Ji followed him in and saw, would he have to gouge out Leng Ji's eyes?
But he hadn't considered why he would want to gouge someone's eyes out.
Nor had he thought why Leng Ji couldn't look, yet he himself could look openly and rightfully.
Headache.
Didn't want to think too deeply.
He glanced at the bed again, a hint of something flashing in his eyes.
The figure slowly moved aside, flipping over a cup and picking up the teapot.
"Prince, the tea has already cooled!" Xiaoyao immediately reminded him.
So, if he wanted to drink tea, could he go back to his own place?
She didn't have any good stuff to entertain him here.
Feng Yexuan glanced at her once more.
In those deep eyes floated an emotion that Xiaoyao couldn't understand.