Unexpectedly, Mo Liancheng casually remarked, "I'm idle."
"..." Qu Tan'er fell silent for a while, with nothing to say.
Idle? Him, idle? Nobody would believe that!
Mo Liancheng smiled faintly, his chin lightly resting in front of her forehead, and he said no more.
Their breathing slowly quieted down, becoming tender, and no one broke this silence.
Out of boredom, Qu Tan'er flipped through the portraits he had drawn before. The more she looked, the more fascinated she became. Not only in the Crown Prince Manor but also in the Prince Manor, the Second Prince Manor, and even the Imperial Palace, none was missed.
Why did it look more and more like a map?
"What do you want to say?" Mo Liancheng said, neither cold nor warm.
"I know you understand what I mean."
"Do you understand her meaning?" Qu Tan'er asked casually, tilting her head toward him.
