"Do you have three thousand beauties in your harem or not?!" Song Zhizhi blurted out in anger.
They were in their bedroom.
Song Zhizhi's voice resonated in the room.
Seeing her emotional fluctuation, Ji Baijian couldn't help but smile.
What are you laughing at?!
What could be so funny?
Ji Baijian asked, "Does it matter that much to you, my lady?"
"It doesn't." Song Zhizhi said, turning away.
It didn't matter to her at all.
Why should it?
Those were things from his past life, and she wasn't foolish enough to dwell on them.
Ji Baijian held her hand tighter.
Song Zhizhi could feel the warmth radiating from his palm.