Xia Weibao's lips curved into a smile, as she sank into deep memories.
It was as if she saw herself that day, adorned in the phoenix crown and rosy cloud robes, stepping toward that man standing at the pinnacle in the grand hall.
Xu Jiayang had an in-depth understanding of history; she hadn't offered her opinions on the scene setup, but he had almost perfectly recreated the scene.
Lost in thought, she suddenly felt a shadow looming over her.
Immediately, a figure drew near.
A large hand clasped the back of her head, turning her face around.
Looking at Han Luoqi's face approaching her, Xia Weibao's expression changed, and she was instantly drawn into his deep, cold eyes.
She felt a bit bewildered.
Why did those eyes resemble Lu Hualiang's so much?
Feeling the warm breath spray onto her face, just before he kissed her, Xia Weibao suddenly snapped back to reality.
Her eyes widened in an instant.
Han Luoqi actually wanted to force a kiss on her!!!
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