Fox-like eyes narrowed dangerously as Emperor Quan applied more pressure on her face, vigorously rubbing it as if he couldn't wait to crush her on the spot.
"In the past, Zhan Se would have definitely praised him."
But hearing him say this now, the mortification weighed heavily in her heart.
She curved the corners of her lips upward and, after a moment's thought, looked at him with a nonchalant smile, "I understand!"
"Understand?" Emperor Quan paused in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"Even if it's a delicious dish, it might not be to one's taste."
Her voice was even softer and sweeter than usual, her tone light and nonchalant as if devoid of any frustration, which softened the man's heart momentarily, preventing him from probing the meaning behind her words. He chuckled lowly, pinched her tender cheek again, and then started the car.
