Glancing at his incomparably handsome face, Zhan Se felt a warmth in her heart, but she deliberately snorted coldly.
Lord Quan the Fourth's dark eyes widened, wishing he could bite his own tongue off.
Damn it, why pretend to be a loverboy? If you miss her, you miss her, that's so straightforward! With that thought in mind,
"No way!"
"Is it okay or not, Zhan Xiaoyao..."
Seeing her silenced, he called her name once again, his voice hoarse.
Thinking it over, he sternly set his face.
"Before we're married, it serves me right!"
"Didn't we already get married?"
Under his scorching gaze, Zhan Se's face involuntarily flushed hot,
"That doesn't count!"
Uncomfortably 'tsking', Emperor Quan's eyebrows knitted together tightly. "Then when will we get married?"
With a lifted corner of her lips, Zhan Se had already regained her composure, smiling slightly, her voice tinged with a hint of mischief.
"That's hard to say, it depends on how you behave!"
"Zhan Xiaoyao..."
