He was in no hurry, but Zhan Se was. Thinking of Thirteen's pitiable state, she was terribly anxious.
"Emperor Quan, let me go... I can't do this anymore."
Emperor Quan stroked her hair and thrust into her fiercely, not stopping his movements while softly coaxing her.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, just go with it, and I'll be quick. Stop being stubborn!... It's no big deal, which child hasn't walked in on their parents... Hm, as a kid, I also walked in on my mom and dad... Heh, back then, my dad even told me he was helping my mom lose weight. I didn't believe him, so I rushed over and lifted the covers... Then, my dad gave me a good beating."
As he talked about his deceased parents and the warm memories, Emperor Quan's gaze suddenly narrowed, and his movements became more forceful.
Zhan Se sensed his change and lifted her head slightly.
Under the sunlight, the man's chiseled jawline was indescribably desolate and... proud.
"Fourth Brother..."
Emperor Quan's cold gaze fell on her face again.
