Yunluo was caught off guard for a moment, and her chin knocked against Mu Lianxiao's chest.
She raised her eyes to look at Mu Lianxiao, the two were so close that even in the dark of night, Yunluo could still see his eyes clearly.
The deep eyes reflected her image clearly.
Yunluo's heart was pounding, she pressed her lips together and didn't reply.
Mu Lianxiao's fingers brushed through her soft long hair, slowly moving down from the top, stopping at the back of Yunluo's neck, gently massaging her.
He squinted his eyes and asked again, "Yunluo, what did you just call me?"
His voice was hoarse, his breath brushing against Yunluo's forehead, making her instinctively shrink her neck, "Princely Heir?"
Mu Lianxiao's fingertips paused, looking at Yunluo, and he fell silent.
Yunluo pouted, acting spoiled, "Didn't you say you're not ignoring me? Didn't you say you're not angry?"
