"A gift?"
Lord Quan the Fourth pinched the bridge of his nose and smiled as he leaned down to peck her fragrant lips. He deliberately turned his head and breathed hotly into her ear. It was only when she couldn't stand the tickling and pushed him away that he suddenly lifted her, flipped her over, and pressed his warm, tall body against her from the back, his voice a muffled chuckle.
"Of course there's a gift, I've had it ready for a while now," he said.
"Where is it?" Zhan Se turned her head.
After smoothing her hair, Zhan Se saw his grinning and grimacing face, which didn't seem feigned, so she hurried over and asked anxiously, "Hey, what's wrong? Did I really kick you?"
"Nonsense!"
These two words were squeezed out from between his teeth, and Lord Quan the Fourth sounded genuinely agonized.
It seemed like he was truly in unbearable pain; even his voice was contorted.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, you little calamity!"
