"Oh fuck, facial cleanser."
"I have no regrets in this life."
Feeling his entire face deeply buried in her cleavage and the faint scent of apples, Lynn instantly felt that risking his life today was not too much of a loss.
He secretly took a breath and then reluctantly raised his head.
However, considering the current situation, he moderated his infatuated expression and returned to calm as he looked up.
At this moment, the mask had already fallen off Ivyst, revealing her stunning yet cold face, her expression regaining its usual dignity and resoluteness.
It was as if everything that had happened was just his fantasy.
After all, being an Imperial Princess from childhood, dignity and composure were ingrained in her bones.
After all, Ivyst was not the type of woman who liked hysteria; the crying scene just now was indeed rare in her life.
And now, she had probably recovered from the mental shock.
