Mo Liancheng suddenly scooped her up in his arms, allowing her to sit on his lap, "Tired? Just take a nap."
"I'm not that delicate."
"This King actually wishes you were a bit more delicate..."
"…" a crow flew by, "My lord, do you know delicate women tend to die young?"
"?!..."
This woman never had anything nice to say.
The lord simply ignored her.
So, she buried her little head in his chest and chuckled quietly, careful not to laugh too loudly. While laughing, she softly asked, "My lord, do you know we've had a tag-along this whole time?"
"Mhm, I know."
"How should we deal with him?"
"He will present himself to us."
"Mhm…?" He's that sure?
But damn, she completely believed him, without a shred of doubt.
