C81 Your Majesty in the Cold War

"Then I want to make up for it before you run away?" Qi Jingyu lowered his head to Fu Xiyuan's neck. Fu Xiyuan felt a little itchy and couldn't help but want to push Qi Jingyu's head away.

"When did that letter come from?" Qi Jingyu had teased him enough so that the little chronicler would not really be angry.

How could Fu Xiyuan remember this? He was confused by the question