Mo Yi: "..."
The Princess was really becoming cuter and cuter.
Mo Yi held out his little finger and hooked it with hers.
"This should do it, right?"
"Then it's a promise—"
Tsukuyomi hooked her little finger around Mo Yi's and shook it several times before saying happily, "If you break your word, I'll lock you in a basement where no one can find you and spank you for a thousand years before letting you out."
Mo Yi: "..."
I thought you'd changed, Princess. That you'd become innocent. Turns out I was wrong.
And forget a thousand years—after half a year, I'd be dead.
"Fine, fine. It's a deal—"
After receiving Mo Yi's promise, Tsukuyomi's mood clearly lifted. Sitting on his back, she fidgeted like a little girl while rambling about all sorts of strange, nonsensical ideas.
"Oh, right, Mo Yi—"
Hearing that familiar opening tone, Mo Yi knew the Princess had another request.
"What is it?"
"I just sang for you—"
With a finger resting by the corner of her mouth and an expression like that of a young girl, Tsukuyomi muttered, "Now it's your turn to sing for me."
Mo Yi: "..."
It wasn't like I asked you to sing in the first place!
Still, in this atmosphere, Mo Yi naturally could not refuse. She was called a Princess, but written as wife. Of course he had to satisfy such a small request.
"Sure, I guess—"
"What song do you want to hear? I can't promise I know them all."
"I've got one—"
Tsukuyomi thought for a moment, then named the song she had long since decided on.
"I want to hear 'The Moon Represents My Heart.'"
Mo Yi: "..."
"You understand Shenzhou language?"
"What's so difficult about that—"
Tsukuyomi smiled smugly.
"It's not some language rune containing