"Hiss!"
Xuanyuan Mo Ze inhaled deeply, and the skin behind his ears turned red. His long beard concealed his facial expression. "Are you trying to murder your husband?" he asked softly, looking down at Feng Jiu in his arms, who had an innocent, astonished expression.
Feng Jiu reacted, and her face turned red as well. She moved away from his embrace instinctively but forgot they were on horseback, almost falling off the horse in her distraction.
"Little ancestor, behave yourself," Xuanyuan Mo Ze remarked, his hoarse voice a mixture of helplessness and sigh. He reached out to steady her, drawing her in close. "Just sit still and stop fidgeting."
"I didn't fidget. I was clearly just being distracted," she mumbled softly, her cheeks burning at the memory of what she'd just done.
