Lan Shuang suddenly came back to her senses and looked away first. She lowered her eyes and coughed lightly. She raised her hand and placed it on Lan Ye's wrist, pushing it a little harder. "Godfather, I'm not unhappy, I'm just uncomfortable."
Ranye narrowed his eyes, "Really?"
He stared at the red mark on Lan Shuang's chin for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand and twirled his fingertips under the cover of his wide sleeves. "I thought you were drinking heavily in the mansion because you were unhappy with me for letting you get close to the Crown Prince and the Fifth Prince. So that's not the case?"
His tone was light, like clouds that dispersed with the wind, but it always left some traces, which was the evidence of his seduction.
Lan Shuang silently revised her impression of him in her mind. What immortal in white clothes? He was clearly a vixen.
"My adoptive father gave me this life. He asked me to do things, so how dare I complain? Otherwise, what should I do if you don't give me the antidote?"
Lan Shuang turned her face to the inside, not looking at Lan Ye. Although her words were calm, her posture made her look like she was in a bad mood.
Lan Ye was silent for a moment, then chuckled, "Foster father was just trying to scare you."
Lan Shuang raised an eyebrow and immediately took advantage of the situation, turning to look at him: "Then can I not go?"
Lan Ye smiled and said, "No, one of these two will definitely be your husband in the future. Shuang'er, this is your fate, you have to accept it."
Lan Shuang propped herself up and sat up, leaning against the wall inside. She looked him in the eye, her long hair loose and her eyes cold. "Really? But what if I don't want to accept my fate? Godfather, don't regret what you said today."
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