"You were quite happy just now?" Mo Liancheng spoke slowly, his gaze fixed intently on Qu Tan'er's eyes as if he wanted to peer through them and see her true thoughts. Seeing Fourteen come in made her that happy? Being with him to paint made her that uncomfortable?
An inexplicably sour mood washed over him, a feeling so unfamiliar it surged through him in an instant.
Sour, astringent, a bit uncomfortable…
Qu Tan'er's mouth twitched slightly.
She really didn't know how to respond to Mo Liancheng's abrupt and bewildering question. However, she truly had been happy to see the Fourteenth Prince, as she thought of a way she could leave the residence.
"Prince, having the honor to grind ink for you naturally fills Tan'er with joy," Qu Tan'er said gently with a compliant demeanor, smiling gracefully at Mo Liancheng. Her expression was so calm, and her breathing so steady, that one might believe it was true. Yet, she nearly gagged in secret, and goosebumps were inevitable.
