Han Moze returned soon after Lin Ye left.
Liu Rushuang was leisurely drinking tea and reading a book. She slid a disinterested peek at him, but otherwise ignored him outright.
Walking up to her, Han Moze wrapped his arms around her from behind. "What, are you throwing a tantrum at me now?"
Casting him a sideways glance since she already made that obvious, Liu Rushuang grabbed his wrist tightly and shoved it off, coolly snapping, "Go away. I don't want to see you."
Breathing a quiet sigh, Han Moze conceded, "It's my fault, Shuang'er. Can you forgive me? Or is that not enough?"
He realized then that he had truly lost to this woman in this lifetime They would squabble at the drop of a hat, and he would be the one yielding every single time—to everyone else, he was the emperor of extraordinary charisma, wisdom, and power, but with this woman, he felt as if he was a loyal canine.
