C182 Draw

Lee Qianxun purposely walked behind him with light steps. Just as she was about to see what was drawn on the table, Ying Zichu turned around and pinched her neck. After seeing her face, he hurriedly let go. "Your Majesty?"

Lee Qianxun took a quick glance and saw a patch of red on the paper. Ying Zichu blocked most of it, so it couldn't be seen