Lu Chen said with a smile, "It's nothing serious."
As he spoke, Lu Chen climbed onto the bed, and Wu Junwan hurriedly moved aside, but as soon as she shifted, Lu Chen flipped her over and pressed her down.
Wu Junwan glared at Lu Chen and then said, "It's so late, you can't possibly still want to—"
Lu Chen didn't say a word and simply tore off Wu Junwan's inner garment, then bent down to kiss her red lips, and soon they regained their former state.
However, at this moment, Lu Chen didn't continue; he turned Wu Junwan over and pressed against her back, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and said, "What's so good about the throne that people are scrambling for it."
"Rising earlier than chickens and sleeping later than dogs, and so many issues to deal with."
Hearing this, Wu Junwan, pressed underneath him, scoffed coldly, "Prince, you joke well, seeing as you are a tyrant with power in his hands, yet you question what's so good about the throne."