Han Moze pecked Liu Rushuang on the cheek and smiled seductively. "Don't you think that the heavens arranged for us to be together?"
Liu Rushuang couldn't help but smirk. "You're clearly just wishful thinking," she said coldly.
Han Moze bit Liu Rushuang's little ear as punishment, then spoke in a deep voice. "You better watch it!"
Liu Rushuang slightly furrowed her brows in pain. That tyrant liked hearing her say nice things, so she forced a flattering, fake smile. "Your Majesty, I was wrong. You and I are practically a match made in heaven. There! Will that do?"
Han Moze's face broke out in cold sweats. "Call me 'Ze' from now on," he said in a gentle voice.
The look on Liu Rushuang's face looked instantly eerie. "I just think that it's easier to call you 'Your Majesty'."
Han Moze stroked Liu Rushuang's abdomen, then downward as he smiled threateningly. "Shuang'er, call me 'Ze'. Otherwise, don't blame me for using violence to tame you."
