Mo Liancheng casually said, "Since you're here, there's no need to bother going out again."
"No trouble at all, Your Highness. Please take your time; I'm not in a hurry."
"Come in." Mo Liancheng's tone was calm, devoid of anger, but the words he spoke made people dare not defy.
But...
"Your Highness, don't worry. When I go out, I will close the door, ensuring not even a breeze will come in. That's it." Qu Tan'er chuckled dryly, not intentionally, but absolutely deliberately, not bothering to argue further. Would she really follow his instructions? Of course not. Just after saying this, she lifted her foot to step back, but...
"Do you want to die?" Mo Liancheng calmly dropped the words, his gaze never leaving the person at the door from the beginning, a faint eerie smile appearing on his lips.
The tone was too indifferent, lacking any warmth.
In that instant, Qu Tan'er fell silent.
She knew Mo Liancheng was truly angry.
"Come in," Mo Liancheng's words slowed down.
"Yes."
"Close the door."
"Yes." Couldn't it be left open, let in a bit of fresh air? However, what she thought in her mind and what her feet and hands would do were forever on different pages. Qu Tan'er walked into the room, following Mo Liancheng's instructions, and closed the door.
Outside, no one could see anything after the door was closed.
"Come over."
"What's the matter?" Qu Tan'er became alert, scanning the room suspiciously.
"Help this prince change clothes."
"Can't you dress yourself?"
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
"..." Qu Tan'er accepted her fate, rolled her eyes slightly, and walked over. Glancing at the robe hanging on the screen, she took it down and draped it over Mo Liancheng. Swiftly and deftly, she helped him put it on. This man, this figure, this face, was simply... a demonic existence. She had a deep understanding of that during those seven days.
Thinking back to that incident, her cheeks involuntarily reddened, and she quickly lowered her head so as not to let him notice.
However, after their first encounter, the two of them were very tacit, not mentioning a single word about that incident.
Mo Liancheng couldn't forget the words brought back by Yu Hao.
At that moment, he broke a brush on the spot, wishing to rush to the Snow Courtyard to strangle her! He immediately ordered to ban her from leaving the mansion, which was a lenient punishment. Since he considered it giving her a taste of being his "woman," shouldn't he collect some fees for it?
Alright! There was plenty of time in the future, he could take his time to calculate...
"Help me wash my face," Mo Liancheng thought of that statement and immediately clenched his teeth.
"Wash your face?" Qu Tan'er returned to her senses. She glanced at him, her eyes brightened, and she immediately agreed, "Okay, I'll have Jing Xin fetch some water right away."
Wash his face? She would let him wash thoroughly at once.
"No need," Mo Liancheng glanced at her, well aware of what she was thinking.
"There's no water here. How can you wash your face? I'll go get some."
"There's a wash basin on your left."
"..." Qu Tan'er glared at the basin filled with water and clenched her fists, suppressing the urge to pour it out.
Then...
"Since you are free, accompany me in the study to draw."
Did that mean he wanted her to grind ink?
She helped him put on his clothes, wash his face, and now he only gave her a sentence, asking her to grind ink. What did he think of her?
"I have something to tell you, you-"
"Say it in the study." Mo Liancheng calmly interrupted her, then walked towards the door without looking back.
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