"Don't say it," Zhan Se frowned, cutting him off.
Gently pinching her shoulder, Emperor Quan saw her shiver inexplicably, a pitiful sight, and couldn't help but laugh and cry in his heart. He pecked her forehead, silently offering comfort.
Her mind, fraught with tension, found solace, but Zhan Se felt lost within.
Forget it, the heck with it!
Her eyelids trembled slightly, and she slowly closed them.
"Then get some rest early, I'm going to sleep."
"You've slept all day, and you're still not satisfied?"
Emperor Quan did not let go of her, his fingers lightly stroking her cheek, forcing her to open her eyes and look at him again. Then, as if declaring his dominion, he seriously held her head in place, stared into her eyes, and said word by word.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, remember this, you are mine for life."
Zhan Se felt somewhat uneasy under the intense gaze in his eyes.
She hummed softly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Zhan Se looked at him, feeling bewildered.
