"Fine! I, the King, promise you. But before that, think carefully. If I were to put on a cold face every day like Yu Hao... wouldn't that be even more attractive to women?" Mo Liancheng leaned close to her ear and asked in a low, suggestive voice.
In an instant, Qu Tan'er was covered in black lines!
It made sense, out of ten women, nine loved men who were cool! Damn, it's truly perplexing.
"Tan'er, haven't you answered the King's question just now?"
"What do you plan to do about it?" Qu Tan'er wanted to know.
"Whoever touches you, not a single one will the King let off." Mo Liancheng doted on her, tapping her little nose directly and seriously.
Qu Tan'er shrugged her nose, her beautiful eyes twinkling with satisfaction at his answer, then turned her head and glanced meaningfully at Mo Fengyang and Zhao Qingyun with a sly smile, "Princess Nineteen, what do you think I should say?" After asking, she turned to Zhao Qingyun, "Concubine Yun, what do you say, how should I speak?"
