Yun Ran glanced at the trickling water in front of her, and for a moment she thought, with his skin so thick, he surely wouldn't freeze to death, might as well kick him in.
Nangong Mo, hearing her thoughts, immediately turned his wheelchair away from the riverside with the utmost grace, "A guest is a guest, we shouldn't keep them waiting, Lin Wanyue, hurry and come help me freshen up."
Yun Ran stared at his back, "I really want to summon a lightning strike to kill you!"
"..."
Nangong Mo's fingers paused lightly on the wheelchair, he pursed his lips, pretending he heard nothing.
...
A stick of incense later, Yun Ran wheeled the freshly groomed Nangong Mo into the flower hall.
With ink-black hair and white robes, his elegance was like the moon, unparalleled in charm.
Yun Ran stealthily pinched his lower back.
[Hmph! Looking like someone who deceives everyone! In reality, just a black-hearted, shameless scoundrel, cunning bastard, beast, and bastard of a king!]
