'I think the title "Princess Consort Shuang" sounds much better than "Princess."'
'Xiao Mo.'
'What do you think?'
「The next morning」
Qin Siyao woke up and slowly opened her eyes.
As soon as she regained consciousness, she recalled what she had said to Xiao Mo the previous night.
The more she thought about it, the more her fair cheeks flushed with embarrassment, the blush spreading all the way to the tips of her delicate ears.
'I... How could I have said something like that...?'
Qin Siyao rolled over onto her stomach, the tops of her feet straightening as she kicked the bed again and again. Her light nightgown occasionally fluttered up, revealing a flash of her fair, shapely thighs.
Even though she had already confessed her feelings to the man she loved, she still felt she had been far too forward last night, not nearly demure enough...
But then she remembered Xiao Mo's reply: "It does sound nice."
