"Yes! I indeed had something to tell you. But..."
His confession eased the tight knot in Zhan Se's chest, and she smiled at him, her lips curling upward.
"But what?"
Her smile was undeniably healing. Lord Quan the Fourth's hanging heart settled, and he pecked her lips gently. His voice became low and bewitching, whispering like swallows under the eaves, carrying an infectious power that could easily cause one to sink.
"But I'm hungry now, you know,"
Hearing this, Zhan Se's gaze darkened slightly, "Didn't you just say you had eaten?"
After asking, she saw him merely tugging at his lips lightly, his face somber, not speaking. She glanced at the time, and with a sense of resignation, she began to sit up.
"Alright, you lie down for a while; I'll go make you something to eat."
"No need!"
He quickly stopped her. Emperor Quan was looking at her sincere eyes, feeling as if a hand was tugging at his heart.
