Fucking bastard!
You've already forgotten what you said just now? Zhan Se's face reddened as she glared at him, her body leaning against his arrogantly domineering presence—how could she not know the lecherous thoughts in his heart? Although they hadn't known each other for long, she was well aware that Emperor Quan was no gentleman in bed. If she didn't quickly get hold of him, who knew what tricks he'd come up with to deal with her next.
Her thoughts were extensive, but time was short. Almost the very second after he finished speaking, she found the hair dryer and sat far from him, "My hair isn't dry yet, you go to sleep first!"
"Come here!"
The man propped himself up, his gaze flickering as he looked at her.
She gently shook her head, her expression unsettled, "I'd better go blow-dry it outside, so as not to disturb your rest."
"Shit! I told you to come here!"
