"Later... you'll know."
Later?
The man's tone was somewhat chilly, somewhat helpless, and somewhat desolate, but when it fell into Zhan Se's ears, she couldn't help but shudder. Her small body shook, and a lump formed in her heart; she turned her head outward to look at the raindrops on the glass and didn't ask any more questions.
Is it just about not loving or kissing? Is it just about having an ex-girlfriend in his heart, is it that hard to say out loud?
Even the most open-minded woman could feel a pinch of sourness and jealousy. With that thought, Zhan Se blurted out words of derision.
"Lord Quan the Fourth, even if you have bad breath, don't feel inferior—no one will despise you."
As she spoke, ignoring the man's gaze that seemed almost ready to devour her, she considered for a moment, then said with an arguably malicious smile, "Stop staring at me blankly, I mean,
Emperor Quan paused, the chilly aura in his eyes deepened, like a wild beast that had smelled blood,
