Seeing Meng Zhao look at her strangely, Ding Zhanyun awkwardly glanced at herself, then subconsciously released the arm she had been holding. She brushed at her face and asked shyly,
"What is it? Why are you looking at me like that? Did my clothes get dirty?"
There it was—women were still women. No matter how clever they were, once they encountered someone they liked, someone they loved, their intelligence took a straight dive. The sight of her foolishly adorable manner stirred Meng Zhao's heart slightly.
After all, she was his woman. Having spent these days together, they had inevitably developed a few more feelings for each other. He smiled tenderly and said,
"No, I'm just curious. By doing this, aren't you afraid that I might really take Ding Yuqin into my chamber someday?
How would you two sisters get along then? Or if I favored her more, wouldn't you fear retaliation?"
At his words, Ding Zhanyun's face went pale. Then she wrapped her arms around Meng Zhao's again and squeezed hard, as though she wanted to meld herself into him. Looking at him with infatuation, she said,
"How could I not be afraid? But I know that if you can win Ding Yuqin over, it will surely benefit you greatly.
As for sisters, do you really think there is any so-called sisterly affection between her and me?
I only hope that Brother Zhao will keep a place for me in your heart and not forget me!"
After saying that, she pressed her little head, adorned with hair ornaments, against Meng Zhao's chest. A trace of shrewdness flickered in her eyes, yet she was not as lovestruck and self-sacrificing as she had just appeared.
She was a clever woman and a good judge of character. Naturally, she understood Meng Zhao's temperament