Upon hearing the words "lover," Yu Shujun, leaning against the wall, felt a twitch in his brow. He raised his eyes, his cold gaze fixed on the pair entwined together.
Wen Nan, addicted to acting, held Wu Qing's hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss.
Wu Qing's affection and reliance on him grew deeper, and she bent over, cupping Wen Nan's face, gazing at him with deep emotion.
Unable to bear it, Yu Shujun's palm glowed with a golden light, on the verge of losing control. In the end, he had to turn around, leave the room, and even slammed the door heavily.
Startled, Wu Qing looked up at the door, then quickly turned her gaze back to Wen Nan, passionately kissing his cheek, and said:
"If everything goes smoothly at noon the day after tomorrow, I want to... appoint you as King Consort."
Wen Nan was taken aback by her words, "Appoint King Consort?"
Is this even possible?
