With a sigh, he hugged her tight, kissing her eyelids.
"Xiaoyao Zhan, it's all in the past, don't be unhappy."
Zhan Se paused, then lifted his hand and, following the twinkling light in his eyes, his fingertips traced the marks of time etched into his forehead by years of deep hatred and blood feuds.
"Fourth Brother, how did you and dad talk things out? About Tang Xinrou."
Smiling, Lord Quan the Fourth pecked her lips, savoring the kiss before laughing lightly.
"Xiaoyao Zhan, don't change the subject. Where's my benefit?!"
Startled for a moment, Zhan Se humphed and glared at him resentfully, "Who started changing the subject first? And now you're blaming me!"
"Right, right, it's all my fault!" Having finished speaking with the utmost indulgence of a whipped husband, Lord Quan the Fourth slightly lifted his body and then lazily rolled over, resting his head on the pillow with an impatient huskiness urging her on in his voice.
"Now... you can get on top, baby!"
Pfft!
