"That's not right, Qingyan, why aren't you referring to yourself as 'Ben Gong' anymore?"
"...."
Li Qingyan fell silent for a moment, the look in her eyes like that of seeing an idiot:
"You... catch on quite fast."
"Heh, of course." Xu Yuan laughed.
"....."
Li Qingyan narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze turning somewhat dangerous.
As Xu Yuan was feeling puzzled, he suddenly saw her raise a jade finger and press it against his chest, pushing him with minimal effort against the body of the black dragon carriage behind him.
"Thud!"
The carriage didn't shake, but the dull sound was particularly striking in the quiet snowy night.
Her exquisite features were hidden in the shadow of backlight, her eyes flickering with a dim light, her voice slow:
"Changtian, when we traveled south, I always addressed myself as 'I' to you, you... indeed catch on quite fast."
"?"
"...." Li Qingyan.
Xu Yuan leaned against the cold carriage, his expression odd.
