Song Que hugged her tightly and stopped her from being cheeky with him.
"So, for the sake of my future sexual happiness, I will not have any other thoughts." Song Que lowered his voice and buried his head in Qin Xiaoyao's neck.
Qin Xiaoyao's face turned red from the teasing.
Her dainty fist quickly landed on Song Que's thigh.
"Don't stray from the topic. Hurry up and tell me. What's going on between you and the Second Prince?" she said seriously.
The frivolity on Song Que's face instantly disappeared, and was replaced by a guilty look.
"Promise me you won't be angry first. Then I'll tell you," he said.
A look of hesitation flashed across Qin Xiaoyao's face.
She felt that as long as it was not a matter of principle, she could probably forgive him.
Even though she was a little uneasy, she still nodded.
Song Que heaved a sigh of relief.
Then he said, "Actually, I did not come from the same world as you."
