Yun Ran was somewhat angry, glaring at him fiercely, "Why do you care? Just tell me, are you him?"
The man curled his lips with grace, "No."
"I don't believe it! Unless you take off your mask!"
The man scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, then brought it to her lips and said slowly, "Seeing my face means you have to become my three hundred and first concubine, are you sure about that?"
"..."
[To hell with your three hundred and first concubine! Damned concubine!]
Yun Ran was speechless, "Just shut your mouth!"
He took the chance to feed her the porridge, his thin lips curling into an alluring smile, "If I'm not Nangong Mo, would you divorce him and marry me?"
Yun Ran: "..."
"It's really not difficult to know your identity. I know you're called Lin Wanyue, and that you're a savage, violent little spendthrift who uses sacks to store silver and bricks to hit people."
Yun Ran: "..."
