At the desk, two people sat on one chair, the man embodying scholarly peace, his bare hands engaged in painting, while Wen Wan sat beside him, devotedly grinding ink for him, her beauty radiant with a gentle smile, her eyes picturesque.
What a deeply affectionate scene of a handsome man and a beautiful woman.
Mo Yihuai's eyes turned cold, but the chill vanished in an instant.
"Great Prince has arrived," Mo Liancheng said, slightly lifting his head and smiling at the person standing at the door, his gaze briefly sweeping over Yu Hao who followed in, giving him a signal.
"Tan'er greets the Great Prince," Qu Tan'er responded swiftly, immediately after Mo Liancheng spoke. However, unlike usual, she did not rise to pay her respects but remained gracefully seated. Simply because... Mo Liancheng had shifted all his weight onto her, leaving her no chance to move.
Should she be happy that he trusted her so much, or should she be dismayed that he had dragged her down with him?
