Just as she was starting to feel uncertain about this, she felt a grip tighten around her chin and the next thing she knew, her face was lifted by him. "Weren't you acting brazenly just a moment before? Why have you turned into a little quail now?"
Lu Liangwei shot him a look, secretly wondering if all men had a weakness for demure, fragile women. It was the same yesterday back in the imperial study—he could not stand to see her being hurt.
At the thought of this, she stealthily slid her fingers to her thigh and pinched hard.
She quietly took a sharp breath from the pain and her eyes immediately turned red. She raised her head and looked at him tearfully as she said pitifully, "You have forgotten all about me, Your Majesty. I would never dare to act brazenly in front of you. I fear you would order me to be beheaded in a fit of anger."
