"Hehe, that's true. It feels really good."
Indeed, whatever her purposes were, he had always been crystal clear about them.
"Brother Liancheng, what are you discussing?" Mo Fengyang, somewhat anxious, caught up to them on horseback.
Qu Tan'er's lips curled. Gummy candies weren't as clingy as she was.
However, it seemed that without her, much of the joy would be lost. With this thought, a very "happy" feeling filled her, and her face blushed slightly as she delivered a speech difficult to articulate, adopting the airs of Eighth Princess Consort, "Princess, are you to inquire even about the private whispers between a husband and wife? Aren't you a maiden yourself? How come you possess no sense of shame? If you truly wish to know, why not go back and covertly consult your own mother or the Empress Dowager? Understand?"
As a result...
Her words left Mo Fengyang's face flushed with anger.
She gripped the reins fiercely, as if to slay someone out of control...
"Drive!"
