Xiong Liqing's eyes are very big and very bright. This brightness hasn't dimmed at all despite her current status as a prisoner.
At the same time,
Zheng Fan still saw hatred in her eyes.
Who was this hatred directed at?
Logically, it should be directed at himself, but it seemed like it wasn't.
Zheng Fan slightly leaned back,
Siniang standing behind pushed a chair forward just in time for Zheng Fan to sit down perfectly.
The earlier model resumed,
Lord Zheng sat on the chair, while the Chu princess stayed on the bed.
Except, the distance between them shortened a bit.
Zheng Fan tossed the cigarette in his hand onto the ground, once again took out a peppermint candy from the iron box, and put it in his mouth.
Lord Zheng didn't plan to quit smoking, but because of the earlier hassle entering, Lord Zheng didn't want too many peculiar scents on himself today.
The smell of tobacco, is a very special scent.
