If Feng Tianyi could just turn his head to his left, he would be able to taste and feel the softness of the empress's lips. Still, his mind went blank from the moment he realized how intimately close they were with each other.
This sudden closeness between them made him wonder if he was just imagining things or if he fell asleep while waiting for Tang Moyu's return.
However, the warmth of her breath that touched his neck after Tang Moyu's head fell over his shoulder made him realize that it was really happening and not just a dream he conjured himself.
"Miss Tang…" Feng Tianyi tried to push away the drunk woman, who was now splayed on his lap but to no avail. Tang Moyu refused to move an inch away from him, she had instead wrapped her arms around his neck.
