At that moment, Qu Tan'er realized that Mo Liancheng was still holding onto her. "Aren't you going to let go?"
"You could also shake it off," Mo Liancheng said with a sinister smile.
"Don't think I won't dare," Qu Tan'er retorted angrily, glaring at his restless hand. Wasn't he blatantly mocking her? Was he enjoying the fact that Mo Yihuai had just disgusted her?
"What is Eighth Prince talking to Tan'er about?" Mo Yihuai asked directly because he heard their private conversation, suppressing the displeasure of being ignored by them.
Mo Liancheng lifted his eyes slightly, his gaze meaningful as he looked at Mo Yihuai, suddenly smiling. "Heh, it's nothing. Just some intimate words between husband and wife. If King Brother wants to try, he certainly can..." As he spoke, he moved his eyes onto Qu Pan'er, his meaning clear without saying more.