Sometimes, if you couldn't solve the problem, you solved the person who raised it. That way, the problem no longer existed.
Luo Chuan understood this principle deeply.
Yao Ziyan clutched the pillow in her arms tightly, her seductive eyes shy, her delicate snow-white skin flushed with a faint rouge hue. Even her crystalline, tender earlobes bore the blush of peach blossoms in March.
"Are you still angry?" Luo Chuan asked with a smile.
"Is this how you comfort people?" Yao Ziyan shot him a glare.
"As long as it works, that's enough."
Luo Chuan said it as though it were only natural. Like a major magic problem, there could be countless ways to solve it, all leading to the same answer. "Or do you think that wasn't enough?"
Yao Ziyan gritted her silver teeth and hurled the pillow at Luo Chuan.
After fooling around for a while, Yao Ziyan panted softly a few times, poured herself a cup of hot tea, and took small sips.
The rich fragrance of the tea gradually calmed her restless emotions.
"But speaking of which, the way you looked at me just now seemed very complicated. What strange things were you thinking about?" Luo Chuan had not forgotten their original topic.
Yao Ziyan turned her head away to avoid Luo Chuan's gaze, looking somewhat guilty.
"Say it. What could I possibly do to you? Eat you?"
Luo Chuan found it rather amusing. Her evasive manner was quite cute.
Yao Ziyan gave a soft snort. She did not think Luo Chuan had any right to say such things.
He clearly had...
Thinking of that, she could not help grabbing another pillow from beside her and throwing it at Luo Chuan.
Luo Chuan casually caught it in his hand and did not pay much attention to it.