After having this idea, Ye Qingmian's mood was lifted. The depression caused by the Queen Mother disappeared. She was in a good mood and couldn't help but said loudly: "I am looking for death."
"Looking for death?" Nan Fengyu happened to go to the morning court at this time
He remembered that he didn't go to Qingchen Palace last night and wanted to know what Ye Qingmian was thinking, so he came over. He just heard this sentence and asked very depressedly, "Is it because I didn't come last night?"
, so you can’t bear the loneliness and want to die?”
"Can you please stop putting gold on your own face?" Ye Qingmian looked at Nan Fengyu with disdain and said
"Then why are you seeking death?" Nan Fengyu hadn't realized yet that Ye Qingmian's tone had completely changed when she spoke to him.
"Because I want to go back," Ye Qingmian said
"Will you die if you go back?" Nan Fengyu's handsome face showed a very puzzled look, and he looked particularly good-looking.
"Yes" Ye Qingmian replied without hesitation
"Since you are looking for death, how about dying on the bed?" Nan Fengyu's peach blossom eyes narrowed again, and he looked at Ye Qingmian lustfully, "Let's die together."
"You... are not serious at all." Ye Qingmian looked at Nan Fengyu helplessly and refused loudly, "I don't want it."
"Why not?" Nan Fengyu frowned, "Are you not angry anymore? Are you still angry with me?"
"I just don't want to do that with you..." Ye Qingmian pouted.
"Then tell me why you don't want to? Do you know how many women in the harem are looking forward to my blessing every night? An occasional favor can make them happy for a long time. Why don't you want to?"
Nan Fengyu's clear eyes contained an endlessly confusing aura.
"Because I don't like you. There are so many women in need, so just go ahead and pamper them." Ye Qingmian blurted out
"Really? I didn't expect you to be so talented." A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Nan Fengyu's mouth, and he slowly walked towards Ye Qingmian.
"What are you going to do? Can't you go find another woman to vent your lust?" Ye Qingmian looked at Nan Fengyu in a panic, with a flustered look on his face.
"Vent? Do you regard the caressing between us as my one-sided venting of lust?"
Hearing Ye Qingmian's description, Nan Fengyu's frown deepened, but the smile at the corner of his mouth also became deeper. Good, he wanted this woman to see how he could relieve his anger.