"...Scoundrel!"
"My dear lady,
Lord Quan the Fourth was cuddling and coaxing, with a sorrowful look in his eyes, getting ready to sweet-talk his little demon of a wife into submission when the hotel room's service phone suddenly rang.
"Answer the phone——" Zhan Se pushed him.
He didn't want to answer, but since his woman said so, he could only sigh and move over, still holding her with one arm and picking up the phone with the other.
"Hello!"
On the phone, a coquettish female voice to the extreme came through, "Good evening, sir. Would you like a health massage? Our hotel has just received a batch of excellent masseuses reserved for guests like yourself. If you..."
"No need!"
Before she finished, Emperor Quan coldly interrupted her, ready to hang up, but the woman on the other end, thinking he didn't understand the "meaning" of her words, quickly added another sentence without losing heart.
