Litang walked around the hall out of curiosity, then walked towards the man.

His Majesty the Pope sat on a chair, with the hot tea served by the believers at his hand, filled with mist, which made the snow-white figure look hazy.

Hearing the little girl's movement, he raised his eyes slightly, and the sunlight danced in his light brown eyes, turning his pupils into a beautiful light gold color.

Luo Xia was silent for a moment, lowered her eyelashes, and continued to read the teachings in her hand.

The little girl paused in her steps and tilted her head in confusion, feeling that something was not right with him.

Thinking this, she blinked her eyes and asked cautiously.

"Your Majesty, are you in a bad mood?"

The man paused for a moment, then looked at her, and there were some waves in his usually calm eyes.

Seeing her innocent face, Luo Xia pursed her lips and spoke slowly.

"You didn't come back last night."

Litang was stunned, touched the tip of his nose a little guiltily, walked over, grabbed his sleeves, and said tentatively.

"I was suddenly called back and I didn't have time to tell you. Are you angry?"

As he spoke, he secretly observed his expression.

Finally, she rolled her eyes and leaned forward to give him a kiss on the side of his face, acting softly and coquettishly.

"Then how can Your Majesty forgive me?"

An unexpected softness appeared on his face, leaving the man a bit unresponsive.

The slender eyelashes trembled in the air, Luo Xia raised her eyes and looked at her silently.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, the little girl kissed him again.

Because the posture was inconvenient, Litang simply stood in front of him, her two small hands softly pressed against his shoulders, thus shrouding the Pope in her shadow.

The little girl bent her eyes and looked at him.

"What do you want to say, Your Majesty?"

Luo Xia was forced to raise her head and looked into the little girl's crimson eyes, feeling a little stunned.

No matter in heaven or on earth, no one has ever dared to look down at the Pope like this.

He was a little uncomfortable and looked away, remaining silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the little girl simply sat on his lap and hugged his neck with her hands.

The distance between the two people instantly shortened, and the bright aura belonging to the Pope mixed with the fragrance of roses from the endless abyss, which smelled inexplicably good.

Litang tilted her head, looked into his clear and pure eyes, and asked slowly.

"Does not speaking mean that Your Majesty is no longer angry?"

Luo Xia paused, looked sideways at her again, the white fingers on the teachings slowly moved to her waist, and then asked softly.

"Is there no etiquette in the world for apologizing?"

Litang blinked, as if feeling someone's awkwardness, and nodded.

"Yes."

The Pope raised his eyes to look at her with pure eyes.

"What?"

The little girl whispered, moved closer to him, and finally kissed him on the lips when the man wasn't paying attention.

Luo Xia's breath was stagnant, and the fingers around her waist curled up unconsciously, and she asked slowly.

"Apology...is this also the case?"

Litang nodded seriously.

"Hmm, if your Majesty makes me angry in the future, you will also apologize like this."

The man was silent for a moment and shook his head.

"Won't."

After finishing speaking, he slowly added without waiting for the little girl to ask.

"I won't make you angry."

Litang blinked in confusion and looked at him subconsciously, but saw that the Pope's expression was simple, as if he was just stating the facts.

She moaned and leaned forward to kiss him again.

"Then in order to express my apology, I also want to apologize to Your Majesty."

The Pope blinked slowly, thought for a while, then took the initiative to hold her waist and kiss her.
Chapter completed!