The horse carriage continued forward.
Feng Ling ate a piece of pastry and glanced at the king. She ate one piece after another and wondered if this person was really Yan's previous reincarnation.
If he really were Yan's previous reincarnation, he wouldn't know what happened in his next life at all. He wouldn't be considered her lover.
Since he wasn't her lover, why did he kiss her yesterday?
And she actually didn't push him away!
The more Feng Ling thought about it, the more she couldn't eat.
The king, who had been sitting up straight, suddenly tilted his head and looked at her.
Feng Ling opened her mouth.
In the next moment, the king leaned towards her and reached out to her face. When she subconsciously leaned back, he wiped the corners of her lips with his thumb.
The king said, "There are pastry crumbs on your lips."
Feng Ling: "…"
What had she wanted to say just now?
