Living With The Emperor: The Agent Queen

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Monster vs. monster! (9)

"cough!"

Dongfang Lixiao was startled, and drank a little too much wine.

The spicy wine only made her throat hurt, she coughed uncontrollably, and the wine sprayed out from between her lips. [

"This wine is very strong, sir, drink it slowly!"

While talking, Ximen Yehan took out a handkerchief from his sleeve to help her wipe the wine on her chest.

Dongfang Lixiao was busy snatching the veil away, and wiped off the wine himself.

Feeling her brushing the delicate skin on the back of his hand and carefully wiping the wine on his chest, the smile in Ximen Yehan's heart deepened.

Or, he shouldn't call her Mr. Shengzi, he should call her Miss Shengzi!

Such a deep and hoarse voice, presumably it was deliberately pretended, right? !

At this time, Dongfang Lixiao also calmed down, realized that he had lost his composure, took a light breath, and straightened his waist in a hurry.

"I'm so sorry, I'm too drunk!"

While speaking, she casually put the handkerchief in her hand on the table.

When Ximen Yehan saw it, he quickly grabbed the handkerchief and folded it carefully.

Across the gauze, Dongfang Lixiao could see clearly, and the corner of the veil was impressively embroidered with the delicate word "Xiao" with purple silk thread.

Dongfang Lixiao's eyes were stabbed all of a sudden.

That's... her handkerchief!

I bandaged his wound that day, but I didn't expect that he would always carry it with me.

Dongfang Lixiao was slightly touched at first, but when he noticed the wine stains on it, his heart turned cold.

Thinking about it, it was just a coincidence at this time, but it was something that was truly cherished, so why would he casually take it out to wipe someone else's wine? !

At this time, Xiao Anzi and Huarong had already walked over.

Seeing the wine-stained handkerchief in Ximen Yehan's hand, Xiao Anzi volunteered.

"Your majesty, leave it to the servants to wash it?!" [

"no need!"

Ximen Yehan just waved his hand, and carefully put the handkerchief back into his sleeve.

In his heart, he secretly felt distressed, hating how he could grab this veil and come out in a moment of impatience.