The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.
Huo Qiuran's appearance was a deterrent, calming a third of the turmoil.
Ning Fan chuckled, "You're the Queen, so who am I?"
"You're obviously the Queen's little paramour."
"Quite bold. Since you dare to call me a paramour, I must teach you a lesson."
"Little husband, nooo..."
After a round of galloping, Huo Qiuran finally surrendered and said meekly, "Little husband, you haven't said what you've been busy with lately?"
"Isn't it all for you?"
"For me?"
Huo Qiuran's eyes were foggy, unable to figure out the connection.
"You'll know soon. Let's return to bed first."
"Little husband, nooo, I really can't go on."
"But why do I feel like you still look hungry?"
"You're so annoying!"
...
The next morning, a familiar scream rang in Ning Fan's ears once again.
However, Huo Qiuran's mental strength was slightly stronger than Xu Ruolan's; she regained her composure after the scream.
