C445 A Mistress

"You're not mad?" Liang Han asked nervously, stuffing food into her mouth.

Lo Shaoqian casually tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. "Not mad," he replied, raising an eyebrow with a hint of amusement. "If this is what you're hoping for, I'm more than willing to oblige."

Liang Han was speechless. Oh no, her ears... they felt dirty! She shot him a peculiar look