"Very well! Zhan Xiaoyao, I really didn't misjudge you, you've got guts!"
Her neck was clamped by him, Zhan Se frowned and uttered a 'yng' sound, opened her mouth as if wanting to say something, but then closed it again.
Her restraint made the fury in Emperor Quan's eyes burn even brighter. However, the force in his hand loosened somewhat.
"If you want to say something, just say it, don't fucking beat around the bush!"
Under his sinister gaze, Zhan Se felt a tightness in her heart. At this moment, her lower abdomen still churned with a scorching turbulence, and even though she stood under the flow of water, she still felt so flustered that her mouth was dry and her tongue was parched. While her mind had sobered up a fair bit, the delayed effect of the alcohol from the wedding banquet wasn't small. After being urged by Yilan, her entire being floated and sank, half-conscious and half-drunk, half-sober and half-entranced.
In such a state, what could she say?
