Wen Shan followed Nalan Chunbo carefully.
"I didn't mean anything by it… I am just curious to know what he wants," she reached out to tug Nalan Chunbo's sleeve and said softly.
'What he wants?
'You are what he wants.'
Nalan Chunbo again regretted shooting himself in the foot. How was he going to explain it to Wen Shan now?
Nalan Chunbo leaned against the head of the bed and pulled Wen Shan into his arms, then took a deep breath and asked, "What do you think he wants?"
Wen Shan blinked at Nalan Chunbo to make sure that he wasn't mad then asked carefully, "whatever he wants, it can't be… me?"
Nalan Chunbo was speechless.
It touched a nerve every time he thought of his other two identities, especially when he couldn't tell Wen Shan about them just yet.
"I swear that I like Papa Nalan and Papa Nalan only. I don't care about being Mrs. Dean. I only want Papa Nalan, I mean it," Wen Shan said desperately.
