At his words, Nalan Hongchuo helplessly opened her eyes. Yes, these were the familiar eyes, ethereal and deep. She had finally seen him in person.
Their eyes met, a trace of familiarity mingled with strangeness. They were so close that each could feel the other's breath.
No one had ever come this close to her before, and Nalan Hongchuo leaned her upper body back in discomfort.
Jiang Hao asked, "Who exactly are you?"
Nalan Hongchuo parted her lips and said, "The Prophet of the North Sea Kingdom. Didn't you already know that?"
Jiang Hao shook his head. "I'm asking about your true identity. Don't think I don't know you're from the Chaoyun Kingdom. If you dare try to fool me, I'll let you taste what it's like to be a woman right now."
Jiang Hao's words were explicit, but they did not frighten Nalan Hongchuo. She could not claim to understand every other aspect of him thoroughly, but she had long since learned his temperament inside the dream.
Jiang Hao was a man devoted only to Han Qing. Otherwise, he would already have made a move on the women around him.
Besides, Jiang Hao was not even twenty yet. When it came to relations between men and women, he had at most held hands and kissed Han Qing. He was still terribly green.
But she had forgotten one thing: Jiang Hao had long since experienced the pleasures of being a man in the dream. Even if it had been a dream, Nalan Hongchuo had made everything far too realistic to keep him trapped. Even having and raising children had been deeply imprinted on Jiang Hao's mind.
Still won't talk? Looks like I'll have to get rough. Otherwise, she'll see right through me and really stop taking me seriously.
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