Jun Moyi felt a little strange.
It's not like he hadn't seen beautiful women before, but in his eyes, those women were nothing more than skeletons in disguise, no different from wood or stone.
Including Sang Liwan at the beginning.
But now that he realized his hidden thoughts, everything was different.
Just holding her like this and watching her leaning quietly in his arms, Jun Moyi actually felt a great sense of satisfaction.
He sighed softly.
"Why aren't you talking?"
Sang Liwan puffed up her cheeks, clearly still angry. She said sullenly, "You can't argue with the prince anyway, and you're still angry for no reason."
[This person's reputation outside is clearly that of a quiet, icy-faced person, so how come he can choke people to death the moment he opens his mouth?]
[Vicious tongue man. 】
[I can't argue with him, and I still have to work under him. I'm so angry.]
If it weren't for this face...
[Sang Liwan, you have fallen! ]
Jun Moyi suppressed his laughter, pretending to know nothing. He coughed lightly and said magnanimously, "It's my fault for making Wanwan angry. I'll give you whatever Wanwan wants, okay?"
Jun Moyi really wanted to make Sang Liwan happy.
Sang Liwan originally wanted to refuse, but suddenly thought of something.
Her eyes rolled. "Really?"
"When have I ever told a lie?"
【Isn’t that enough?】
Jun Moyi's expression froze, and then he heard Sang Liwan's charming voice, "Then I want her."
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