"Zhan Xiaoyao, if only you would always be this obedient, how wonderful that would be."
Zhan Se hummed, "Have I ever been disobedient?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Eh, when did that happen? I don't remember," said Zhan Se, her head hanging low, enveloped in his embrace. In fact, this position was quite inconvenient to maneuver in. After a few moments, her hand started to soften.
"... Can we change the position?"
"Hm?" Lord Quan the Fourth raised an eyebrow and opened his eyes. He probably didn't expect his woman to make such an interesting request. He chuckled softly and, with a large hand caressing her flushed cheek, asked teasingly,
"What position do you like?"
"It's not what I like. It's that like this, my hand... I can't move it; it's too sore," Zhan Se replied naively, missing the sly undertone in his question. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito.
"No ambition, forget it!"
