"Why aren't you singing?"
There was a dip on the sofa beside her as Emperor Quan sat down with a lit cigarette in his hand, his eyes squinting mischievously.
Zhan Se shook her head, smiling faintly, "I can't."
The man curled his lips, his arm encircling her waist, drawing her into his embrace as he leaned close to her ear casually, "Don't want to sing, then shall we go do something else?"
What did he say?
If Zhan Se hadn't firmly believed that there was nothing wrong with her hearing, she wouldn't have dared to imagine that such a flirtatious man would say such things in public.
"Surname Quan, have you lost your mind?"
The man chuckled and pinched her face, his gaze warm as he stared at her for a few seconds.
"Baby, you look so good when you're angry."
"...Scoundrel!" Zhan Se struggled, not wanting to go along with his drunken antics, "Get off me—I'm leaving!"
