Night
The evening breeze blew into the room, but it did not disturb the person flipping through the book at the table. His mint green pupils were as calm as water, and his long black hair was draped casually behind his back. Suddenly there was a hint of anger in his eyes, and he helplessly slapped away the hand that had been wrapped around his waist at some point, and a cold voice came slowly.
"Your Majesty, please respect yourself."
"Oh? How does Aiqing want me to respect myself?"