"Have you lost your mind?" the man cursed softly, then shamelessly leaned in again with a laugh,
His eyes gazed at her, full of amazement.
"Shall we have a serious talk?"
"Go ahead, but only about love and romance."
"Lord Quan the Fourth, I don't want to talk about romance. And don't forget the third term you wrote down clearly on paper."
His gaze darkened,
"You are shameless."
"Calling your man such names, are you asking for trouble?"
"You..." Zhan Se was at a loss for words.
"Don't, someone might come in soon."
But at this moment, Lord Quan the Fourth couldn't care less!
"You son of a bitch!"
"I disagree, does that mean nothing to you?"
"Emperor... Quan..."
"Call me Fourth Brother!"
"You're so stubborn!"
Zhan Se pondered silently, without making a sound.
"Little Yao, I'm waiting for you to speak."
She 'eh'ed, hesitantly pressing down on his hand
"Zhan Xiaoyao, trying to deceive me again?"
"Ten days ago, you just said you had been here—"
