In a moment, Mo Liancheng smiled lightly and said, "Asking me is the same as asking you, isn't it? If I remember correctly, I spent the entire night with you. Did you forget so soon?"
Even though it was a perfectly true statement, saying it out loud gave it a different meaning to the listeners.
"That's right, how could Tan'er forget? She was almost exhausted from serving you all night." Qu Tan'er forced a smile, trying to laugh, but the amusement didn't seem to show.
What a move! He dared to use this tactic against her? Well, she would respond in kind. Let's see who could outplay whom.
As they exchanged these ambiguous remarks, Mo Yihuai's expression grew even more unpleasant. He clenched his fists slightly, as if suppressing something. The conversation between the two was minimal, but the words were piercing, especially for the one woman who had once occupied his heart...
"Eighth Prince and Eighth Princess seem to be very much in love."
"Apologies if our display makes you laugh, Your Highness." Qu Tan'er laughed coquettishly, intentionally adding a touch of blush to her cheeks. She turned her head, smiling tenderly at Mo Liancheng. Gently lifting her white-as-jade hand, she used her sleeve to wipe away the fine sweat on his forehead, enhancing the appearance of their loving act. "Look at you, painting every day. Have you been at it for too long or is it because of the heat? You're sweating, and I'm worried no one would look after you..."
"I am a bit tired," Mo Liancheng admitted, leaning onto her shoulder. His lips curved in a perfect arc, a captivating smile that seemed to rival the blooming flowers.
Since there was a shoulder to lean on, why waste energy sitting?
"Hehe, then lean on me," Qu Tan'er's mouth twitched, her eyes subtly changing. However, it was just a momentary shift, and she concealed everything. But how should this calculated act be tallied? It was better to make things clear now to prevent any future disputes. She didn't want to end up at a loss: "Good things come in pairs, once more."
Ten opportunities to leave the mansion were enough for her.
She played her role in this drama perfectly, making it flawless for him.
"How about I send another guard to accompany you?" Mo Liancheng glanced at her with a hint of playfulness. He didn't agree outright, but he didn't object either.
"No need, thank you. Keep him for yourself." She "jokingly" responded, she didn't want him to send her a guard for safety. She suspected he had ulterior motives.
"Hmm? Not willing..." Mo Liancheng lightly smiled. Although he was talking to her, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally flickered towards Mo Yihuai, and with each sweep, the smile on his lips deepened.
Then...
"How do you think we appear to others in our current state?"
"..." Qu Tan'er felt a headache coming on. She didn't need him to say it; she was well aware of how their current situation looked. She wasn't an idiot, nor was she blind.
The scene was filled with tenderness and affection, the air thick with ambiguity.
In Mo Yihuai's eyes, their situation indeed looked like a standard display of deep affection. Even Yu Hao, who stood nearby, was slightly shocked by this unexpected turn of events.
"First Prince, truly sorry if we make you laugh," Qu Tan'er turned her head and lightly laughed towards Mo Yihuai. But this man, even if he wanted to look at her, did he have to stare so intently? While it was a good thing for a handsome man to gaze at her, she didn't want this kind of "good thing."
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