It must have been overthinking, so she let her mind stop thinking and rest for a while. After a while, she chuckled, "Ah, blissfully blank, how comfortable."
"Comfortable about what?"
"When there's nothing to think about in my head."
"Is that so?" Mo Liancheng's gentle gaze flickered as he gracefully sat on the edge of the bed, removing his shoes and subtly changed the subject, "Tan'er, there's been a question bothering His Majesty. Should I ask, or should I not?"
"Just ask, what's our relationship?"
"Hmm, straightforward, truly worthy of being my woman. It's like this, not long ago, did you call that man in the black hood Su Jie? Covered from head to toe, yet you recognized him..." His voice, the lord's, became slower and more gentle as he spoke.
So gentle that it began to seem eerie.
