"Gross, could it be that I have a husband I'm not even close to?"
"Dream on!" Lord Quan the Fourth, whose possessiveness was about to hit the ceiling, immediately scowled upon hearing this.
"Madam... I'd rather die than submit!" Zhan Se laughed as she rolled around nonstop until she couldn't roll any longer. She gasped for air, lifted her head, bared her teeth at him, and then bit down on his shoulder.
Of course, she knew this man had thick skin and tough flesh; even if she bit down hard, she probably couldn't hurt him.
So, she didn't hold back and bit down with quite some force.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, are you a cat or a dog?" Emperor Quan looked down at the little head practically hanging on his shoulder and teased with amusement, his hands tightly gripping her slender waist. His mischievous gaze and roguish smile, along with his half-joking tone, overflowed with indulgence.
"You're the one who's a cat and a dog!"
