"I'm not throwing a tantrum..." Yao Qing's gaze drifted away from those things, and she muttered softly.
It was just... a sudden discomfort in her heart.
She didn't know why she felt uncomfortable.
"If you're not throwing a tantrum, then don't keep puffing up your cheeks," Yanshen reached out and pinched Yao Qing's cheek, filled with collagen, "Last time you came to my house and said you had no clothes to wear, so I had Secretary Su prepare some. I figured you'd come back sooner or later. There are no other women in the house, just you, the only female who has been here. Stop it, okay?"
Yao Qing was at a loss for words.
She had always known that if Yanshen were willing to dote on a woman, she would undoubtedly be the happiest person in the world.
But she had never imagined that such an honor might fall upon her.
It was so overwhelming that she felt dizzy and disoriented.
She even doubted if this was an illusion.
