Zhan Se glared at him resentfully. "You think I want to argue with you?"
Seeing her talk again, he pinched her cheek and Emperor Quan laughed again, "Right, right, right! You didn't argue, I wanted to provoke you. It's all my fault. Honey, forgive me this time, okay? Next time I fucking force you like that, I'll... I'll..."
"You'll what?"
The man's elongated eyes narrowed slightly, and his sharp gaze softened, "Then I'll let Heaven punish me, how vicious is that?"
Tch! Shameless!
Zhan Se shifted her body backward, widening the distance between them, ready to end tonight's conversation.
"Fine, if you go back on your word, you'll crawl like a pig. Now, goodnight!"
Emperor Quan chuckled softly, his long arm snaked around her waist, a pull and a tug, and he scooped her back into his embrace, "Zhan Xiaoyao, you haven't answered my question just now. Is the marriage certificate really that important?"
