Qu Tan'er stood her ground in argument, and true enough, after they hadn't walked far, Mo Liancheng silently came to a stop.
Soon, Mo Liancheng led her to the side, to a lounge chair under a tree, where he seated himself and had Qu Tan'er half-recline in his embrace. The two of them were thus affectionately together, inciting the envy of others. During those days when she had been unconscious, he had also brought her here, to lie down at the time when the sun rose each day.
As for Zhao Qingyun, who was left hanging to the side, her expression was becoming increasingly ugly.
Some things, if they aren't yours and you insist on demanding them, you can only say that you're asking for trouble.
"Liancheng Brother, I have something to say." Zhao Qingyun took a deep breath, pushing down her dissatisfaction, and spoke softly.
