Zhou Hao fell silent for a moment, then apologized, "Sorry."
Murong gave him a deep look, then lightly rapped him on the head and asked with a curl of her lips, "What are you afraid of? Afraid I'll kill you, or afraid I'll hit you?"
"Hm?" Zhou Hao was jolted awake. Only then did he realize that he had actually been afraid.
Murong paused and called out, "Zhou Hao."
Zhou Hao instinctively looked up at Murong. This was the first time he had heard her call his name with such seriousness.
Murong looked straight into his eyes before slowly saying, "I know that because of my strength and status, you subconsciously hold me in awe. But in our current relationship, there is no need for something like awe. It should not exist.
"If you cannot place yourself on equal footing with me, then I think... it will be very difficult for me to fall in love with you. Do you understand what I mean?"
Rumble~
The moment he heard that, Zhou Hao felt as though he had been struck by lightning. His head buzzed, and only then did he realize that deep in his heart, a seed of awe toward Murong had long been buried.
If Murong had not said this, he would never have noticed it. Aside from the beginning, his interactions with Murong had been rather peaceful and casual.
But in truth, when he had first met Murong—when he had first learned that she was the Empress—the seed of awe had already quietly taken root in his heart.
If Murong had not pointed it out today, he would have remained completely unaware of it.
Seeing him sink into thought, Murong did not disturb him. With a wave of her hand, she created an Ice Chair, sat down, and