How could this possibly be called fine?
Even though Shen Yangge had grown old and his eyesight was no longer what it used to be, there was no part of Chu Xuanzhen's body he wasn't familiar with, let alone the fingers he held in his hand.
Consort Xue said, "Lord Shen, have you decided to accept my proposal?"
Accept?
How could he possibly accept? Killing Chu Xuanzhen was something he could never do in this lifetime.
Shen Yangge's lips parted slightly. He cleared his throat and was just about to answer when a thumb pressed against the corner of his mouth. He froze, his gaze meeting the deep eyes before him.
The affection in them was beyond anything words could express.
"Agree for now."
Chu Xuanzhen's hushed voice sounded beside his ear, warm breath brushing his neck. For a moment, Shen Yangge lost himself, and the words slipped out as though beyond his control. "I agree."
Outside the door, Consort Xue's face lit up with delight. As though a weight had been lifted from her mind, she smiled gently and said, "Then I shall look forward to your good news, Lord Shen."
A long while passed without another sound from outside. Only then did Shen Yangge realize what he had just agreed to, and he immediately glared at Chu Xuanzhen, whose head rested against his neck.
"Chu Xuanzhen, what are you trying to do?"
His voice was rather nasal. His question sounded calm, but beneath it lay a barely perceptible urgency. In his time with Chu Xuanzhen, he was usually at a disadvantage, because he had no resistance to him whatsoever.
Chu Xuanzhen raised his hand again and rubbed the wrinkles at the corner of Shen Yangge's eye. He said nothing, but pressed harder and harder until it began to