Gender, male; Preference, female

Throw a tantrum?

Hmph!

The first time she threw a tantrum at him, she received the title of a side consort. The second time she threw a tantrum, she received a “this is where it ends.” The third time she threw a tantrum through writing poetry, she ended up with over 70,000 words to copy in three days!

The treatment was getting worse each time!

Xie Wan glanced at him and said calmly, “I’ve already explained to Young Master Ma before. I have no relationship with Prince Ning whatsoever.”

Ma Yuheng scoffed at her words. “You can use that explanation to deceive your three-year-old brother.”

Xie Wan didn’t want to discuss this with him and changed the topic. “Young Master Ma, why did you come here in the middle of the night? What’s the matter?”

Ma Yuheng suddenly approached her, so close that she could see the fine hairs on his face and even feel his breath.

Xie Wan felt uncomfortable and took a step back.

“Don’t move!” Ma Yuheng said.

Xie Wan was startled. “Why?”