"The maid's words were not entirely true, obviously problematic. Boss, why didn't you remind the young marquis?" Kong Hou asked, puzzled.
"Do you think your dragon horn looks good?" Tianmiao didn't answer Kong Hou's question but asked her another question instead.
"It looks good." Kong Hou was vain, cheerfully touching the dragon horn on her forehead.
"Yes, I think it looks good too, very cute, and it feels nice to touch." Tianmiao also reached out and touched Kong Hou's smooth, shiny dragon horn.
Kong Hou became even more delighted.
"Was growing the dragon horn comfortable?" Tianmiao asked again.
"Not comfortable! It was both painful and itchy." Kong Hou shook her head like a rattle.
