Following closely, Emperor Quan sighed deeply, tightening his embrace around her.
"Silly girl, with your little tricks, you really think I wouldn't know?"
Drooping her eyelids, Zhan Se didn't want to admit it.
Regrettably, the words of rebuttal lodged in her throat, and she found herself at a loss for words.
In front of Lord Quan the Fourth, even the most powerful excuses turned into a helpless disguise. Looking into his perceptive, narrow eyes, Zhan Se twisted her mouth, feeling as though her thoughts were completely exposed.
Yes, she simply didn't want the two of them to meet.
Strangely, she just didn't want to.
Emperor Quan chuckled softly, his slightly furrowed brows unraveling, the grip on her waist intensifying. His low voice, tinged with an indescribable doting tone, "How cute is it to be petty? If you weren't, I'd truly be baffled!"
