His voice lowered and seductive, almost playful. "What can I do? I like to spy—especially on you. I'm not interested in anyone else. Even a few minutes without seeing you makes me restless. If I could, I'd place you in my pocket so you could never leave my sight."
"You speak as if I belong to you," Mei Liang said coldly, tilting her chin in defiance. "I am not Your Majesty's property, so why should I follow you everywhere?
And I certainly won't fit into your pocket. Your Majesty has learned these sweet lies from those playboys who deceive silly girls. I'm sure another concubine would be overjoyed to hear them—please, take your words there instead.
She tried to slip from his grasp, but Xiang Long Wei's arms only tightened, holding her as though she might vanish if he let go. Without a word, he carried her to the bed and sat down with her still in his lap. His gaze flicked to Eunuch Zhao, Lanxin, and Cuiyu.
