Watching Qin Nuan drooling, Feng Xi raised an eyebrow and looked around with disdain: "Isn't this place too small? I can't even fit my own Divine Honorific's chair."
That's just your chair! Would others be that big? Can they lie down on it?
Luo Qianqian pulled Qin Nuan up and sat on a chair beside her: "Make do with sitting on the bed; that chair is so hard, it's uncomfortable."
Feng Xi didn't fuss much but sat down waving her robe.
Just as she sat down, she was surprised and stood up again, then sat down, and even shivered.
Luo Qianqian chuckled: "Isn't a Simmons much more comfortable than your chair?"
"Not bad, not bad," Feng Xi looked satisfied: "This is mine now."
"Don't mind her, she's just a... well, an ancient Queen who knows nothing now, go on talking," Luo Qianqian looked helplessly at the woman, glanced at Qin Nuan, who was staring blankly, and nudged her.
Qin Nuan jolted suddenly, struggled over, and dared not look at Feng Xi, blushing whenever she faced her.
