I know that in Song Lin'an's eyes, I have never been significant.
That's why he tacitly approved of sending me back to Qingzhou.
So during the two years I was in Qingzhou, he didn't even bother to send me a message.
Hearing his and Tang Xuezu's voices not far away, my mind couldn't help but flash back to the days when I was still at Prince Zhen Nan's Mansion, being protected by Song Lin'an daily.
My lips were gently bitten, and I came back to my senses.
Pei Shuo wrapped his arms around my waist, deepening the kiss.
He was punishing me for not being focused again.
I pecked lightly at the corner of his lips as a token of comfort.
Pei Shuo's eyes flushed red with a tinge of jealousy in his tone: "He is not as good as me."
I chuckled softly, surprised by his sense of crisis.
Just as I was about to continue the kiss, someone lightly coughed behind me.
I was startled.
When I realized, Pei Shuo had already hidden me behind him.