Furious, she blinked her dry eyes and growled.
"Would you die if you didn't force yourself on me?"
Emperor Quan's handsome face flashed with embarrassment, and it took a great effort for him to suppress the urge to strangle her right there. He lowered his head, cupped her face with his hands, and touched his forehead to hers, deeply breathing with a steady voice.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, tell me, what should I do with you?"
Zhan Se looked up with disdain, gazing into his deep eyes as she deciphered the meaning behind his words, when suddenly a crisp, childish voice called out from beside her ear.
"Mother Empress... Father Emperor... stop fighting!"
Little Thirteen?
Emperor Quan let go of her face, his gaze turned cold as he looked over.
"Thirteen? Why are you here?"
Zhan Se felt suffocated once again as she too turned to look at the little face that had appeared on the back seat of the car, with its owner now pouting and holding a smartphone, handing it to her to curry favor.
