181 Flower of Death

"This… should not happen again," Lucinia didn't spare the Duke any glance as she finished tucking her long black hair.

"I can ask someone to create the best dresses for you."

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" he asked, almost innocently. 

"This! You sleeping in my room!"

"Then you want to sleep in mine instead?"

She stared at him, disbelief flashing in her eyes. Seeing this, Mo Li laughed. The crease in his forehead lightened as his eyes shone against the light inside Lucinia's bedroom. "Let me guess," Lucinia continued. "You won't listen to whatever I say, and you would continue staying here without my consent?"

"You are right. You are still as smart as ever," he shrugged and walked towards her. She expected him to touch her face, or do another round of teasing. However, Mo Li walked past her and stared at the flowers next to her mirror. "Where did you get these?"