"A secret? What secret? Oh, of course, I was thinking about it." Xu Chang'an blinked, then froze, his smile stiffening on his face.
"You said you were thinking about it." Yun Qian looked at him.
"No." Xu Chang'an argued.
"No?" Yun Qian's disheveled hair cascaded down as she listened to Xu Chang'an's accelerating heartbeat and said, "You can't fool me."
"Alright." Xu Chang'an sighed, gently smoothing Yun Qian's hair, feeling the seemingly indifferent wife squinting slightly, and said, "It turns out I'm the one who's being played."
"?"
Yun Qian was a bit puzzled, but Xu Chang'an didn't give her a chance to speak. He led her towards her boudoir, her squinted eyes opened slightly, looking at the gradually dimming fire stone in the room.
A quarter of an hour is the limit.
However, if the flow of time is not fixed.
Then, how long exactly is a quarter of an hour in her mouth?
