Chu Yun eyed Xiao Zai's smug smirk and confident sprawl with a critical eye. He had to consider his options here.
On the one hand, he had promised to do and say a series of lewd things when Xiao Zai became King, because ultimately, positive reinforcement always worked wonders with him.
On the other hand, all that positive reinforcement had clearly gotten to his head.
Making up his mind, Chu Yun hiked his fine robes up and climbed up on Xiao Zai's lap, bracketing his thighs with his knees on the wide seat.
One of Xiao Zai's hand slid under the layers of his robes and inner robes, up his leg and towards his ass. "You were thinking of this too."
Chu Yun scoffed, and held onto the back of the throne over Xiao Zai's head. "What gave you that idea?"
Xiao Zai smacked him softly. "It's cold, and you're not wearing any pants under your inner robes."
