"Yes." Qu Tan'er bit her teeth, forcing a smile. Damn it, if you're going to speak, just speak. Why do you have to touch me? Even if this is an act, you should have warned me beforehand.
"Shall I accompany you back to your room?" Mo Liancheng gazed deeply at her, suddenly lifting a jade finger to gently caress her red lips. There was a lingering trace of affection from the earlier kiss, as if he were reluctant to let go.
"No need." Qu Tan'er turned her head, dodging his touch.
"Really not tired?" Mo Liancheng slightly raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of threat.
Qu Tan'er's whole body trembled, a chill rising from her feet to her head, making her so fearful she didn't dare to refuse aloud. She lowered her head and softly said, "Yes, then Tan'er thanks the Prince."
"Liancheng brother, what about me?" Zhao Qingyun saw the two about to leave and immediately blocked their way, looking pitifully at Mo Liancheng.