Huh!
Her mind went blank, what was she trying to say anyway?
The man looked at her, his dark pupils shimmering with affectionate light under the illumination, yet there was a hint of smugness in his gaze, "Baby, do you feel beautiful?" Zhan Se took a deep breath and instantly felt a bit embarrassed; she scolded him lightly and then turned the question she had intended to ask into an accusation.
"Hmph, what's there to be smug about?!"
"Nonsense!"
Hearing her say this, Lord Quan the Fourth, feeling wrongly accused and aggrieved, blurted out in a rough and loud voice in an urge to defend himself.
He pulled her over, wrapped his arms around her, turned her face towards him, and looked into her eyes, earnestly and emphatically saying, one word at a time.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, I'll say it again, I have only one woman, and it's you."
One woman?
Where did Little Thirteen come from, if there's only one woman?
Believing him would be absurd. The thought just sparked,
