"Crazy?"
"I am not crazy."
The Empress's extremely cold voice echoed by his ear, lightly scolding, "Behave."
Xia Feng's forehead was drenched in sweat as he desperately tried to push this woman of the Emperor's Throne away, clearly very soft yet completely immovable.
As the Empress's stomach pressed against his lower back, it only made his pushing action look like he was half-heartedly resisting.
With a rustling sound, the pale dragon tail encircling his waist slithered like a thick snake, terrifying to the extreme. Xia Feng's face became even paler, forcing himself to calm down as he turned his head.
Pale vertical pupils were inches away, exuding an air of authority and indifference.
Xia Feng pulled the corners of his mouth, smiling slightly, "Your Majesty, isn't this sort of thing supposed to be a pleasure among your Dragon Clan? What are you doing?"
