Scared?
With Thirteen's words, Zhan Se was stunned.
Were her emotional reactions that obvious just now?
"Little rascal, how did he get in here again?"
When Emperor Quan came back, Little Thirteen had already blissfully drifted back to sleep. As soon as he entered the bedroom and saw the little guy under the covers, the man's gaze nearly froze on the spot, cold enough to freeze a pig to death, clearly upset about his son taking his place again and feeling somewhat uncomfortable about it.
Zhan Se gave him a sideways glance, smiling inside.
Luckily for him, it was his own son. If it had been someone else's child, wouldn't he have strangled the life out of them?
Perhaps sensing the danger, Thirteen shifted uncomfortably in his little body.
Zhan Se patted him and, with a finger to her lips, 'shushed' Emperor Quan softly before tucking Thirteen in. Then, from the bathroom, she tried to make amends for her 'oversight' by coaxing him for affection.
