The door of the reception room was finally pushed open.
Kang De walked out as if nothing had happened. He quickly glanced to the left from the corner of his eye and then to the right.
He had a reserved and upright expression.
Then, the fragrance assaulted him. Tina jumped out from behind and naturally held his arm. An indescribable part pressed over with a majestic force, almost wrapping his arm.
Kang De was both comfortable and troubled. He turned to look at Tina.
The princess returned a bright smile. The shy blush on her face had not completely faded. She blinked and looked at Kang De, revealing a silent and playful question.
—Can't I?
—Alright, alright, alright. Whatever you say.
Looking at that smile and feeling the warm touch close at hand, Kang De's heart swayed.