"Actually, I was forced into compliance as well—"
Whoosh!
It took Zhan Se almost two seconds to process, then she came to her senses. Her face flushed, she slowly turned her head over and met his teasing gaze for a few seconds before she charged at him with gritted teeth. Unleashing the pent-up frustration of the whole night, she grabbed the quilt that had been discarded by the bed, threw it over the man, covered his head, and began to ferociously beat him.
"You scoundrel!"
"Hahaha—"
From beneath the quilt came the man's hearty laughter.
Zhan Se hit with all her might, fiercely, as if putting her life into it.
Emperor Quan did not resist and let her vent, laughing uncontrollably all the while.
Finally, out of breath and unable to continue hitting him—his muscles seemed to be made of something indomitable, which made her hands cramp the more she hit him—she released her grip with a huff, turned around, and left the room.
