A bloody relinquishment of position?
Lord Quan the Fourth ground his teeth like an enraged wild beast, tightening his grip on her waist, and hissed venomously, "Who the hell said you could give it up? Zhan Xiaoyao, are you an idiot? You can't wait to shove me aside for any woman who comes along, can you?"
Getting so angry?
Zhan Se didn't understand, furrowing her brows, she asked, "What do you mean? Don't tell me I misunderstood."
Emperor Quan snorted coldly.
Zhan Se laughed awkwardly, "Sorry, my brain's a bit off today."
"Your brain isn't off, it's waterlogged."
"..."
The two of them bickered back and forth endlessly, but amidst the smoky air filled with Lord Quan the Fourth's bellowing, Zhan Se took a few deep breaths, looking at the man in front of her, who was glaring at her like a fighting rooster, unable to fathom what exactly he wanted.
Could it be…?
Shocked, she asked, "You can't bear to part with me?"